Dylan scowled as the rain pattered against his windshield, the old wipers struggling and scraping with a squeak against the glass as he drove home from work. It had been another cold and thankless late night at the office, trying to get all of the account summaries written up for the clients so someone else could get a promotion and he could stay employed.

Not that Dylan had much waiting for him at home, without a girlfriend or any close family nearby it wasn’t much more welcoming than the office was.

At least there’s the new Elric Far-Traveled book to look forward to, he thought with a smile. The epic fantasy series had just released the final volume, and Dylan had picked it up from the bookstore just the day before, eager to read it over the weekend.

I hope Elric gets together with princess Lyria, he thought dreamily. The princess in question had appealed to him since the first book, a blond beauty with piercing blue eyes and a rather aggressive demeanor in bed; she'd been the subject of his fantasies since he’d started reading the book series in high school.

He frowned as he saw lights coming in his direction, This is a divided highway, what the hell-

His eyes went wide as he saw that a car had entered the wrong side of the freeway, and he didn’t have time to scream in surprise before the drunk driver’s vehicle collided with his own.

…

Corinne fluttered through the clouds, riding the crisp breeze as she looked down on the expansive Kingdom of Heaven. Clear and clean rivers flowed through a landscape that was lush and green, dotted with silvery crystalline and gold buildings that caught the morning sun in a beautiful iridescent display.

Below her were the many souls of the departed, enjoying an eternity of rest, contemplation, and other pursuits tailored to fit their desires and needs. The Angels were among them, mostly clad in white robes, with their soft feathered wings flapping as they flew to and fro, attending to their particular mortal’s needs.

Pretty soon I’m going to be busy too! Corinne thought excitedly. She had a sudden image of a perfectly sculpted shirtless human man, kneeling before her.

Let me taste heaven, the dreamy human said with a smile, let me taste your immaculate-

She breathed out slowly, clenching her fists as she straightened her flying, it wasn’t good to get too distracted up in the air after all.

Every Angel came into existence eager to be the guardian of a chosen mortal soul, greeting them when they passed through the Pearly Gates and helping them to explore their new eternity. Every Angel spent their youth eagerly honing their abilities and dreaming of the afterlife they’d spend with their mortal, some would bring their particular soul relaxation, others intellectual stimulation, still more would go beyond the gates of Heaven with their soul, off to explore the far reaches of what the universe held after death.

And some Angels get to help with carnal needs, she thought, her face flushed for a minute as she giggled, biting her lip and chasing away the dirty thoughts. Most Angels didn’t become intimate with their charges, instead serving as trusted companions and guides, many mortals even had spouses or lovers they were eager to reconnect with in Heaven, something widely encouraged by the upper echelons of angels. Still, Corinne did find herself fantasizing about an earthly man who had perhaps never known love… One who would be enraptured by her beauty, eager to please her and obey her every-

Corinne, a booming voice rang out in her head.

She gulped, freezing in mid-air as the Seraphim Myella’s voice echoed through her thoughts. Her superior in the angelic hierarchy wasn’t a cruel or overbearing person, but she could be rather stern, and Corinne was nervous around her. More importantly, Myella was the one who assigned angels to mortal souls.

What can I do for you? She thought back eagerly.

Come to the spire at once, I need to discuss something with you.

Corinne’s heart leapt, Are you assigning me a human?

Only silence replied, either Myella had already terminated their mental connection, or she simply didn’t care to answer.

She fluttered down onto the open balcony of Myella’s tower, an ivory white spire that overlooked the pearly gates themselves, open below to welcome the flow of newly arrived souls. The top floor contained Myella’s office, a vast open space with a pair of couches, paintings on the walls, and a few classical sculptures, all centered around a shockingly plain wooden desk where Myella herself sat typing away on a typewriter, watching the words appear across floating screens before her.

Corinne swallowed nervously, slowly edging her way forward as the *clack clack clack* of typing rang out through the air, echoing off the polished stone.

“M-Myella?” she squealed.

“Hmm!?” Myella looked up, seemingly startled.

“You uh… called me?” Corinne said hesitantly.

“Ah yes,” Myella said with a polite smile, “Please have a seat.”

Corinne grunted as a chair materialized up out of the floor, cradling her bottom and zooming her across the wide space to the Seraphim’s desk. She blinked, dazed as a few of her feathers fell around her. Myella tapped a few more keys, and the floating screens slowly rotated to face the angel, showing a number of statistics.

“Corinne, I’m going to be honest,” Myella said sternly, “I don’t believe you’re quite ready for a soul yet, there are a number of concerning factors, most notably this one here,” she pointed to a bar graph, one of the bars stood out, easily four times the height of the nearest one. “As you can see here this is the normal average number of lewd thoughts an Angel has,” Myella explained, pointing to one of the smaller bars.

“Okay,” Corinne said nervously, “It seems a little low…”

“Everyone has some thoughts now and then, it’s perfectly natural, healthy even,” Myella said, “here’s mine for example.” She pointed to the next bar, easily twice the height of the “average.”

Corinne giggled, “Wow, really? You’re twice as horny as the average angel!?”

“That’s a filthy word, horny,” Myella said with a smirk, “but yes… Now here is where our problem is,” she pointed to the next bar on the chart, towering over the others.”

“Oh wow,” Corinne said, wide eyed, “who’s that?”

“You dear,” Myella said flatly.

The color drained from Corinne’s face, “I-I just really think that human men are very attractive, and I’d like to-“

“Corinne!” Myella snapped, causing the angel to go quiet, staring into her lap sheepishly. “I just want to make sure you understand the great responsibility of guiding a human through the afterlife,” she sighed.

“I do!” Corinne insisted, “if you give me a human, he’ll see everything Heaven has to offer!”

Myella pursed her lips, but nodded, “Very well. Your human charge is very close to death now, go down to the gates and collect him when he arrives.”

Corinne’s eyes widened, “Really!?”

“According to the AngelMatch system you two are highly compatible,” Myella said with a nod, “but please control yourself Corinne, this poor man just died.” She snapped her fingers and a file appeared in Corinne's hands, “Here’s his dossier, you have a little time before he arrives so go read up on him.”

“Of course!” Corinne beamed, rising out of the chair and fluttering her wings. “He’s going to be so happy Myella, you’ll see!”

“Let’s hope so,” Myella muttered, turning back to her reports.

…

Dylan stumbled up the stairs, blinking as he looked at the billowing white clouds on either side of him. He wasn’t sure where he was, and as he looked down at the billowing white robe he was in he wondered what had happened to his clothes, keys, and wallet.

I hope that asshole had insurance, Dylan thought to himself, his thoughts starting to return. He looked around, hoping to see someone else, but there was no one, only the iridescent rainbow-colored stairs leading upwards to some point of lustrous light beyond the clouds. Dylan frowned, Is this a hospital or something?

He kept going up the stairs, listening to the harp music beginning to come through the cottony clouds overhead. Finally the stair breached the clouds, and he balked at what he saw.

A shining crystalline metropolis built above the clouds stretched before him, silver and gold buildings catching the high sun and causing his breath to catch as the wonder of it all came down on him. Flying winged beings soared overhead, a few smiled and waved down at him. Other people, some seemingly as confused as he was, were walking by him, emerging from the clouded floor up their own stairways, and all of them were headed towards a pair of towering pearly gates, open and waiting for them.

I think that crash might have been worse than I thought, he realized, a pit forming in his stomach. Numbly, he stumbled forward, following the crowd.

Corinne bit her lip as she looked through the crowd for him, trying to decide how to make the best first impression.

His file said he was a lonely guy, maybe a hug? She thought. Or is that too intimate… She blushed at the thought of being intimate with Dylan, he’d looked so handsome in his photo… and that face would look adorable with a blissful smile on it, or better yet buried in her-

Focus! She forced herself, looking around for him.

“Uh, excuse me,” Dylan stammered, raising a hand, not really sure he was addressing, “I think there’s been a mistake?”

“Dylan!” Corinne leapt at him, slamming into him and causing him to grunt as he struggled to stay upright as her arms clasped around him into a deep hug.

Dylan looked down at the girl in shock, she was a blond haired beauty, with piercing blue eyes and immaculate skin that felt like velvet to the touch as her face pressed against him. She was wearing a flowing white robe, and as it billowed he could a glimpse of her body beneath it, but much more distracting were the pair of giant white wings protruding from her back, and the gold circle that hung above her head, poking him in the eye as she squeezed him tight.

An angel, he thought wildly, a real angel… and she’s hot, and she’s hugging me!? He gulped, wondering if it was a sin to get a boner from an angel.

“I-I think you guys got me by accident,” he stammered, “I didn’t mean to go towards the light, I was trying to get back uh… down. ”

Corinne stepped away and looked at him sadly, “I’m sorry Dylan, but… you died.”

“It’s so unfair,” he rasped, “I had things I was going to do, I had plans, I…” He started shaking, “holy shit, I wasted my life in a goddamn office!”

Corinne winced at the swears, but nodded, “You… didn’t have a lot of friends,” she said quietly.

“I just thought I’d have time,” he muttered, “work was supposed to get less busy, and…” he frowned, “I’m sorry, who are you exactly?”

“I’m Corinne!” she said excitedly, “Your personal angel and afterlife companion!” Without warning she gripped his hand, causing Dylan to shout in surprise as they lifted upwards, carried by the gentle flapping of her white wings.

“A-Afterlife companion!?” he stammered, nervously looking down at the ground as it raced away from them.

“Yep! I’m here to make sure you get whatever you need!” She noticed his fright and laughed, “Relax silly! You can’t die again!” She suddenly blushed, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make fun of you for dying so soon…”

“It’s okay,” Dylan said, still trying to take everything in.

He and Corinne flew towards one of the glistening ivory towers, landing on an expansive and well furnished balcony that jutted out from an elaborate apartment. Dylan’s eyes bulged as he took in the luxurious apartment, it had soft white carpeting, a sleek modern looking set of couches, and futuristic looking silver kitchen that shone as they walked in.

“Is this mine!?” he gasped.

“Yeah, I hope it’s okay,” Corinne said with a shrug, “it’s just the standard furnishing, but you can redo it however you want, it only takes a few minutes.”

“No!” he said quickly, “I love it!” He chuckled to himself as he spun around, plopping himself on the couch. It was certainly nicer than anything he’d ever owned.

Dylan regarded his apparent Angelic companion as she smiled, walking over to the chair across from him and sitting down, crossing her legs and letting one of her golden flip flop style sandals dangle off the edge of her foot.

Damn, Dylan thought, his mouth suddenly dry,  Corinne was immaculate, like she was carved from marble, but the way her feet looked in that moment, so soft and enticing… Probably not a good idea to perv on your Angel, he thought quickly, she might send you down to the bad place or something.

Corinne for her part noticed Dylan looking at her, if not the particular part of her that was his fixation, and she smiled knowingly. She’d take Myella’s request to heart of course, but if the human wanted sex, well it was her job to help him reach fulfillment, wasn’t it?

“So, how are you feeling?” she asked, leaning forward. “You can talk to me about how it happened, if you want… is there anyone you miss?”

Dylan thought for a moment, “No, it was all pretty quick, I didn’t realize I was dead until I woke up here…” He thought for a moment, “I don’t know if I miss anyone, now that you mention it. I just wanted to pay off my school loans, then I figured I’d have time to get out more, meet people, get a girlfriend.” He sighed, “It seems kind of silly now, I guess I’m just alone for eternity.”

“Aw, you’ve got me!” Corinne beamed. The way he smiled back made her want to leap at him, pin him to the couch and forcibly kiss him, then slap him, he was such a cute human… She cleared her throat, “One of the things a lot of people do when they get here is spend a few decades doing things they wanted to do on Earth. Let’s review some of your daydreams and fantasies!”

“My daydreams and fantasies?” Dylan paled, “Oh no, why don’t we just sing gospel or something-“

It was too late, Corinne was already turning on a large television mounted up on the wall. Dylan cringed as he saw himself sighing, staring off into space at his work desk as his fantasies arrived.

Corinne raised an eyebrow as a sterling blonde woman in a flowing white dress stood over a defeated warrior in a medieval throne room. No, it wasn’t just any warrior, it was Dylan, decked out in leather and with his hands shackled.

“Who’s this?” Corinne laughed.

“P-Princess Lyria,” Dylan muttered, “she’s uh… from this book series I like.”

“Cower worm,” Lyria laughed, “kiss my feet and I may spare your life!”

“Please mistress,” the Dylan on the screen begged, “be merciful!”

Corinne watched, stunned, as the fantasy Dylan knelt before the Princess, kissing her feet eagerly. She laughed, reaching down to ruffle his hair as a look of arousal flashed across her face.

“Very well, you shall be my personal concubine!” the Princess declared, “forced to pleasure me whenever I see fit!”

The vision vanished as the TV returned back to Dylan at his work desk, and Corinne slowly turned around towards Dylan, barely able to contain her glee. They were silent for a moment, until finally Dylan couldn’t stand the tension.

“S-She starts off bad, but she turns good after romancing the main character,” Dylan began.

“I think you had more of a thing for her during the bad part of her story arc,” Corinne laughed, crossing her arms.

“I was really into the story!” he insisted.

“Okay, okay,” Corinne said, “We’ll come back to that one, how about we look into one of your other fantasies?” She flicked her wrist, and the TV showed Dylan walking down the streets of a large city.

“Oh no,” Dylan moaned, recognizing it.”

“What?” Corinne asked with a frown, “Did you want to move to a bigger city or something? That’s great, we can get you whatever arts or culture you wanted to experience, and-“

She was interrupted by a thundering footstep. The angle turned back to the TV just in time to see a towering blond titaness peeking from between the skyscrapers with a smile. She couldn’t help but stare as the giant woman, clad in a white robe and sandals, plodded through the city streets, crushing cars beneath her sandals as she walked towards Dylan. The giant woman grinned, raising her sandaled sole over a shocked Dylan, blotting out the sun.

“Okay, enough of that!” Dylan said in a panic. He leapt off the couch looking for a remote to turn the TV off. Corinne just smirked, stroking her chin as she watched the fantasy play out, the bus sized sandal coming down on Dylan’s fantasy version of himself.

“Hmm…” Corinne hummed teasingly, cocking her head and looking at him with a smile. “What odd dreams!”

“There’s a mistake,” Dylan shouted, “I’m not some kind of weirdo, I promise! Please don’t let them kick me downstairs, I won’t ever think about it again-“

Corinne snapped her fingers, cutting him off, “Having weird kinks doesn’t get you sent to Hell!” she almost laughed, seeing his relieved expression. She snapped her fingers again, getting his attention and pointing down at her toes, poking out from the sides of the gold thonged sandals. “Kiss them,” she ordered.

“W-What?”

“ Now, ” Corinne said with a grin.

Dylan slowly walked over to her, glancing down at her toes nervously. He shot one last look at her smug face, and as she nodded in approval he fell to his knees, then placed his lips on the tip of the digits. Corinne sighed in contentment as he made contact, getting a face full of a rich vanilla scent that lingered on the Angel’s skin and quickly brought his manhood to attention beneath his own pale white robe.

“I think I’m seeing why we got put together in the Angel Match system,” Corinne chuckled.

“Angel Match?” Dylan asked, looking up at her curiously.

“I didn’t say to stop kissing,” she said sternly. She placed a hand on the top of his head, gently forcing him back down. “Now, where was I?” she asked as she felt his lips against her feet again, “Ah yes, Angel Match… it’s meant to bring the most compatible humans and angels together, a Seraphim double checks it of course, but it’s very accurate.” She grinned wickedly, “They’ve been holding me back from getting my own human because they were concerned I’d be too coercive, but I think a coercive woman is exactly what you want out of Heaven, isn’t it?” She chuckled at the way his eyes darted up, “you can answer.”

“Yes!” Dylan said, looking up excitedly.

Corinne smiled, stepping back and making a dramatic gesture with her hands. Dylan cried out in surprise as he was lifted off the ground, forced upright and levitating in front of Corinne. She flicked her finger again, and his robe flew off of him, exposing his body as her wings twitched in anticipation.

“You’re going to spend the rest of eternity worshiping my divine form,” Corinne said, walking towards the apartment’s bedroom. Dylan’s floating form was pulled after her, as if on an invisible thread. She threw the doors open, revealing a massive king sized bed with white pillows as fluffy as Corinne’s wings. With a flourish she leapt up onto the bed, her sandals remaining on the floor as her bare feet caught the soft blanket, her toes scrunching the velvety material playfully. With a triumphant grin she levitated Dylan over the center of the mattress, slowly descending below her as she pulled the sash on her robe, letting it slide over her shoulders and reveal the vast expanse of her pale and creamy skin.

“You’re beautiful,” Dylan said, stunned.

“Would you say I’m heavenly?” she asked with a wink, turning to her side and flaunting the supple curvature of her breasts as she ran her hand down her body. Dylan gulped as she walked along the mattress, stopping to trace the tip of her toe up his chest with a smirk, “You’re a man who likes a woman’s feet, I can appreciate that.” She brought her toe back up to his face, biting her lip as she tapped the tip of his chin with her toe, then with a grin she forced it into his mouth, enjoying the way immediately knew to suck on it.

Dylan’s breath became heavy as he traced his tongue over the digit, looking up at the blond goddess. Her feet not only smelled like vanilla, they had the slightest taste of it too, and as she pulled her toe free with a wet *pop* he found himself leaning forward, eager for another taste.

“Lay back,” Corinne ordered, placing her foot squarely in the middle of his chest, preventing him from rising. With a sultry smile she slowly knelt down, sliding herself down his body and maintaining eye contact as she positioned her chest between his legs. She rubbed her breasts a moment, letting him see the soft jiggling spheres as she delicately ran a fingertip over a pair of soft pink nipples. 

He stared at her, his heart pounding as he wondered what she would do next as his manhood stood at attention directly in front of her, a flag waving both his surrender and his excitement at the same time. With a wink Corinne hefted herself forward slightly, pressing on the side of her breasts and enveloping his rock hard erection in the velvety soft cleavage of her warm flesh.

“Oh god,” he moaned, the simple act of sliding the immaculate pair of tits over his shaft was almost too much on its own, and as she began the first upward motion he had to struggle to contain himself.

“Don’t finish on them just yet,” Corinne laughed, “keep it together!”

In spite of her demand she was going faster now, pumping her creamy breasts up and down his manhood in a steady rhythm that made it difficult for him to keep his eyes from going crossed. He gripped the bedspread, feeling his body quake at the small up and down motion of her chest, all of his thoughts and willpower focused on keeping himself from exploding on her at any second.

For her part Corinne was ecstatic at how easily she was bringing her new human to the brink of meltdown, and she gave a sadistic chuckle that made his blood run cold as she slowed her motions, causing him to look at her pleadingly.

“Not yet,” she said in a singsong voice, shaking her head mockingly.

“Please!” he begged.

“No,” she said firmly, slowing the up and down motion of her breasts even more, “I want to hear that I’m the most beautiful woman in all creation!”

“You are!” he shouted.

“Tell me more!” she ordered, laughing maniacally, “I won’t let you cum unless I hear some exaltations! ”

“Y-You’re the greatest woman that ever was, with the best tits of all time,” he shouted, his mind racing as he tried to think of praises. One from Elric Far-Traveled entered his mind, and he swallowed nervously as he yelled it out, “I dreamt about you before I even met you, no beauty will ever compare now that I’ve seen your lustrous face!”

“Excellent!” Corinne beamed. The motion of her hands along the sides of her breasts went into high gear once more, and in a few seconds Dylan was quaking, muttering under his breath as he shot load after load of his seed across the angel’s chest. She didn’t let up, thoroughly milking him dry and leaving him spent as he fell back again, panting, to the mattress. She let him recover a few minutes, struggling to catch his breath after a titjob that would have stopped a mortal man’s heart. Idly she ran a finger along the pearly white trail his seed had left across her chest, scooping up a bit of his cum and licking it, enjoying the salty taste before snapping her fingers, rendering herself perfectly clean once again.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that,” Dylan managed finally.

“Sex acts with an angel can be hard for a human to survive,” Corinne giggled, “Luckily that’s not a problem for you anymore.” She glanced down at his cock, gently flicking it with a smirk as it began to rise again. “The body you receive in heaven has much better endurance. ”

“Yeah,” he said, watching himself stiffen to attention for the second time, “So uh…” he looked at her pleadingly, “can you do that again?”

“In due time,” she said sweetly, “I’d like to go for a ride next!” She lifted her hips up, and without warning she slid herself easily over his erection, taking him to the hilt as she slapped her hands down on his chest, mounting him like a steed as their hips clapped together.

“Y-You’re a lot stronger than you look!” Dylan wheezed.

“Angels aren’t all sweetness and taking care of weary souls,” she laughed, “We’re also soldiers of justice!” She rocked against him again, and while she was a petite woman, standing a head shorter than him, she was bearing down on him with enough force to make him shake with pleasure at each thrust of her hips. She slowed, “I’m not going too hard on you, am I?”

“No!” Dylan cried out with a smile, “Keep going!”

Corinne’s eyes lit up with glee, and soon she was pumping away against him like a piston, her nails scratching his chest slightly as her powerful thighs locked him in place. Against her Dylan knew he wouldn’t last long, and soon he was crying out in pleasure as his hips bucked back up against hers. Corinne cried out triumphantly, a smile on her face as she rode his orgasm to its limit, leaving him with a dazed smile as she finally slowed, enjoying the last vanishing vestiges of his blissful expression as his senses returned.

“Wow,” he breathed.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Corinne laughed, sliding off of him with a sigh. She lounged on the bed a moment, then glanced at him, “I could use a foot massage,” she half asked, half ordered.

Dylan practically leapt down the bed, grabbing her soft soles in his hands and running his thumbs along them in a firm motion that caused her to squirm in delight.

“I’ve never felt anything like this,” he marveled, running his fingers up and down over her toes, then down over her soles and the ball of her foot.

“Angels have naturally perfect skin,” she giggled, “and I fly almost everywhere, so it’s easy for me to keep them soft and smooth.”

“That vanilla smell, is that a lotion?” Dylan asked curiously.

Corinne burst into laughter, “What part of Angel don’t you get? No, I don’t use lotion, that’s just how we smell!”

“It’s nice,” Dylan murmured, looking back down at her feet.

“I’m glad you think so,” Corinne said, sitting up and letting her wings flap, “Ugh, I’ve got so much explaining to do… You’ve been here an hour and we already… Well, you know.”

“Are angels not supposed to have sex with humans?” Dylan asked with a frown, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”

“Oh, we can,” Corinne muttered, “But it’s uh… kind of like doing it on the first date, you know? Usually we’re supposed to settle a human in, let them get over the grief of dying, maybe reconnect with some people they knew in life.”

“Personally, I’m glad you rang it in with that,” Dylan said, “I was always too nervous to date back “down below,” you know?”

“Because you’re the kind of boy who wants to be dominated?” Corinne asked with a smirk.

“Yeah,” Dylan admitted sheepishly.

“Clearly you should spend the next ten years or so as my personal slave,” Corinne said with a wicked grin, “to experience what you missed out on!”

Dylan’s eyes went wide, “A-Are you serious?”

“You’re right,” Corinne said, a wicked grin coming over her face as she stared into his eyes, “Maybe “pet” is a better term?”

She snapped her fingers, and suddenly Dylan was looking up at the bare sole of his foot, towering over him the size of a house. His mouth went dry as her immaculate face hovered overhead, a giant faraway object that loomed overhead like the sun in the sky as her fingers reached down for him.

“Cute!” she squealed, pinching him as she lifted him high. Her fingers were just as soft as her feet, molding around him as she squeezed him between her thumb and forefinger.

“You can shrink me!?” Dylan shouted.

“Of course,” Corinne said with a smirk, “I can do almost anything to make you happy, and I think this is making you very happy.” She stood up, holding her arms out and letting her white robe leap off the floor, tying itself around her as if it had a mind of its own as she walked back out into the living room. She slipped her sandals back on idly, leaving soft indentations in the carpet as she walked.

What’s she planning? Dylan wondered, feeling slightly intimidated by the way the angel moved. She was a true colossus at this size, thundering through the apartment as he was held prisoner between her fingertips, reduced to the size of a bug before a goddess.

“Let’s talk about the other fantasy you had,” she said, slowly lowering him down.

“T-The one with the giant woman?” he stammered, looking up at her. The carpet fibers were knee high now, a vast grassy field that he’d struggle to move quickly through, the coiled synthetic material scratching at his leg slightly as he shifted.

“That’s the one,” Corinne said with a smile. “It’s a little odd, you wanted to be squished? Like a pathetic little bug?”

The way she spoke had his manhood rising again, and he could only nod as he looked up at her, nervousness rising in his chest. For a minute he had an urge to run, but he stood his ground, his eyes trailing downward as the angel gingerly pointed the toe of her sandal at the carpet, twisting it idly into the carpet.

“I-I guess it could be fun to pretend,” Dylan shouted.

“Pretend?” Corinne rolled her eyes with a chuckle, “No, I don’t think we’ll be pretending. You should probably run!” she lifted her sandal up, blocking out the light as Dylan’s eyes widened in horror.

She can’t be serious! He turned to flee, stumbling over the carpet fibers in panic and falling onto his front with a grunt. He rolled over, his heart racing as he saw the flat bottoms of Corinne’s leather sandals descending.

“No, wait!” he protested, holding his arms in front of his face.

Corinne felt the briefest resistance on the bottom of her sandal, as if stepping on an oddly shaped twig, then, with a grin, she pressed down.

* crunch*

An unexpected wave of arousal washed over her, and she fought the urge to groan as she twisted her sandal along the carpet, grinding the tiny human’s body into nothing. She felt flushed as she lifted her foot, kneeling down to take a look at the remains.

Dylan shouted as he popped back into existence next to her toe, still holding his arms up, “Please, don’t-“ he frowned, looking around, then up at her.

“You’re dead dummy,” Corinne teased, “If your physical form gets destroyed, you’ll just come back to me!”

“Oh,” Dylan said, looking down at himself, “That felt…”

“Weird, right?” Corinne shrugged, “you can feel pain in heaven, but only if you really want to.”

Dylan nodded, it had hurt, but only a little, like a hug that had gotten too strong. Still, the reality of what he’d just experienced had him rock hard. Finally he forced himself to look at the spot where he’d stood just moments ago, but frowned as he saw a bit of creamy white paste smeared across the floor.

“What’s that?” he asked quizzically.

“I turned your insides into cake frosting,” Corinne said, reaching down and scooping up his “remains” with the tip of her finger, “it’s a little less gross, and more fun to clean up!” She put it into her mouth, sucking on it eagerly. “Mmm… blood and guts!” she teased.

“Makes sense,” he nodded, thinking of the possibilities. If I can’t die up here, and she can shrink me… His mouth went dry as he imagined all of the scenarios he suddenly wanted to try.

“I think I’m up for another round,” Corinne teased, standing up to her full height again.

Dylan’s fantasies were interrupted as the angel prepared to stomp him out of existence again, a lustful grin on her face that almost made him want to stand in place as her sandal rose again. Still, he managed to run, this time leaping with wide strides that let him just barely clear the rumble of her leather sandal slamming into the carpet behind him.

“What a pesky bug,” Corinne teased, sliding her foot out of her sandal. “I guess I’ll have to give this one a more personal touch!” she wiggled her toes ominously as she stepped across the room, now barefoot.

Dylan panted as he sprinted with all of his might across the apartment floor. Corinne was behind him, having covered the same amount of ground in a single step as he had at a full run. He nearly fell over as her bare foot slammed down next to him, a deliberate miss that caused a wave of fresh vanilla scent to billow over him as he struggled to keep going.

“I’m going to take my time with this one,” she laughed, raising her foot again, tracking it over him as she slowly let it descend.

This time there was no escape, and the soft sole of her foot gently met his back, pressing him down into the carpeting. Without the solid leather sole of her sandals, the pressure of her silky sole was almost pleasant, like some massive weight of velvet rubbing over him as the angel’s rumbling giggle echoed from above.

“Poor little bug,” she taunted, slowly increasing the pressure, “I guess you just weren’t fast enough!”

Dylan felt the pressure increasing on him, and the smell of her vanilla scented skin became overwhelming as he gasped for breath, the air forced from his lungs. He felt the squeeze as she started to place more of her weight on him, then it ceased. He struggled briefly as she slowly rocked her weight back and forth over him, keeping him pinned against the carpet. The motion was starting to feel almost good, and he gulped as he realized just how aroused he was.

It's almost like she’s riding me again! He thought, flipping over and pressing defiantly against the wall of vanilla scented skin.

Corinne felt his struggle, and just smirked to herself, tossing her blond hair over her head as she kept up the slow rocking motion. It didn’t take long before her goal was accomplished, and Dylan’s tiny voice called out in a shout of pleasure as she felt the smallest of droplets spray against the bottom of her sole.

“And… bye bye!” she pressed down with all of her might, popping the tiny mortal like a grape at the height of his pleasure. It sent a shiver up her spine, and almost involuntarily her hand slipped into her robe, stroking her clit in a rough circular motion as she imagined Dylan’s last frenzied moments. Her toes gripped the gooey mess his body had left behind, and a moment later she was cumming too, nearly doubling over and grabbing the couch for support as a shocking orgasm spread along her body.

She took a few minutes to recover, panting with a grin as she looked down at her foot. She lifted it up, looking at the smeared white frosting embedded into the carpet. With a happy sigh she walked back over to the couch, her hips swaying seductively as she tried to think of what she wanted to do next.

As she flopped onto the couch, she waved her hand, rematerializing Dylan at full size. He blinked, looking at her now normal form with awe.

“What, am I less impressive at this size?” she laughed.

“Never,” Dylan whispered.

“You got some of your remains on my foot,” she said, lifting it up and letting him see the cake frosting smear across her sole. “Clean it.”

He leaned forward, extending his tongue and running it along the bottom of her foot, scooping up the sugary smear that had been him. Corinne watched him, a perverse smile on her face as she glanced back at the floor, admiring the two spots his previous “Deaths” had left. There was something oddly fascinating about making him clean his own “body” off her sole, she decided.

“Good boy,” she chuckled, putting her feet back on the floor. She sighed, leaning back with a smug air, “So, I think we know why the Angel-Match put us together now…”

“Yeah, I think so,” Dylan agreed with a grin.

She patted the couch next to her, and he climbed up on it, sitting next to her. She snapped her fingers, and the first book in the Elric Far Traveled series appeared in her hand. She reached around Dylan, forcing him closer to her as she studied the cover.

“I think I’ll read these,” she decided, “I need to see how this series managed to give the human I watch over such an active imagination…”

“Well uh,” Dylan cleared his throat, “there’s a part in the third book where Elric accidentally drinks a shrinking potion, the Princess finds him and shoves him in her-“

“Spoilers!” she laughed, “don’t worry, we’ll discuss it when I’m done!” She turned to look at him, grinning slightly, “We might act out some of the parts as we go…”

…

Myella huffed angrily as she fluttered down into Dylan’s new residence, where Corinne was supposed to be helping him settle into the afterlife. It had already been a difficult day, with multiple souls contesting their placement in heaven, and really, what sort of masochist didn’t want to go to Heaven? Then there had been an issue with a demonic incursion, with Hell’s finest making off with several gallons of Heaven’s finest Pina Colada mix from the poolside bar.

And of course Corinne’s readings are all over the place, she scowled, looking down at the statistics for the newest angelic guardian.

She’d decided to fly down and see how things were going, while she didn’t have much hope that Corinne had managed to go the entire day without bedding the newest arrival, she had noticed an odd spike of divine power, as if Corinne were warping reality with extreme frequency. That wasn’t a real issue in and of itself of course, many angels did their best to help mortals realize impossible dreams or fantasies, but so much on the first day was… odd.

What are you doing to that poor boy? She wondered as she settled down on the balcony.

Corinne stood in the middle of the living room, her eyes crawling over every exposed surface as she scanned for the tiny man.

“Come out come out wherever you are,” Corinne taunted, craning her neck to peer around the coffee table.

Dylan crept along the floor in the cover of darkness the underside of the couch provided. He chuckled to himself as she knelt down, searching under the chair. When she caught him she’d undoubtedly crush him again, but for now he was safe, he just had to keep slightly ahead of where she was searching. Up on the wall a timer was counting down, if he could make it twenty minutes without being found, he’d win their game.

“Corinne? What are you doing?” Myella called.

Corinne shot upright, her face red as she whirled around, the white feathers from her wings drifting to the floor around her.

“M-Myella!” she stammered, “This is so… unexpected!”

“I just thought I’d check in,” the Seraphim said, walking into the apartment. She frowned as her own sandal stepped into a small smudge of cake frosting. She glanced around the floor, seeing dozens of similar stains.

“We were baking!” Corinne said quickly, “Dylan’s always wanted to… make frosting using a blender!” she laughed nervously, “He forgot to put the lid on, it got everywhere!”

“Of course,” Myella mused, “just use a cleaning spell, it should come right out… Now where is Dylan?”

“He’s uh… reading,” Corinne replied, “real bookworm that one.”

“Yes, I do recall his file mentioning that,” Myella nodded, “is he in the bedroom? I’ll just-“

“He really didn’t want to be disturbed,” Corinne said quickly, “he’s at the best part of the book, he wants to finish it before doing anything else!”

Corinne’s heart skipped a beat as she saw a tiny Dylan sprinting across the open floor, shooting a cocky glance up at her and Myella.

Myella is never going to let me hear the end of it if she sees you tiny! She thought irritably, watching the tiny man stop and stick his tongue out at her.

Myella frowned, noticing Corinne’s expression, “Well, all things considered, how is Dylan? Is he recovering from the trauma of his untimely passing?”

“I think so,” Corinne said, walking with Myella towards the balcony again. “In fact he’s adjusting better than most people do I think.”

“That’s good,” Myella sighed, “it was so tragic, seeing someone like him cut down so young. I do hope he’s able to find something he enjoys up here.”

Corinne noticed that Dylan was directly in the path of the two angels as they walked, and he was just now starting to move. She smirked, ignoring him as she and Myella approached.

“I think he’s finding everything to his liking,” Corinne said, slowing her pace and letting Myella walk in front of her.

Dylan looked up in surprise as the elder angel’s sandaled feet thundered towards him. Is she really not going to tell that other one I’m here!? His eyes trailed up Myella’s massive form, she was much like Corinne, blond, blue eyed, but with a more mature visage, and a little more weight around her hips. The sandal lifted over Dylan again, and he raised his arms in a gesture that had become all too familiar.

Corinne smirked as she let her eyes dart down, catching sight of Dylan a split second before Myella’s sandal came down. The small *crunch* that rang out gave the Seraphim pause, and with a confused expression she lifted her foot, glancing down at the small frosting stain on the carpet and on the sole of her footwear.

“You must have stepped on a sprinkle or something,” Corinne said with a shrug, “I’ll get this place cleaned up.”

“See that you do,” Myella said, wiping what was left of Dylan off on the carpet, smearing it across the floor.

“Oh, one more thing,” Corinne said quickly, “Can I get a day pass down to Earth?”

“A day pass?” Myella asked, “What for?”

“Dylan wanted me to see if anyone went to his funeral, just so I could comfort them, you know?”

“How sad,” Myella sighed, “Granted, I’ll see you later Corinne.” With that she fluttered off the balcony and back into the vibrant blue skies over the Heavenly city.

Dylan appeared on the couch a moment later, full sized and a wry grin on his face, “What was that about? Are you really worried about your boss figuring out what we’re doing?”

“Enslaving you as my personal foot-boy and then crushing your buggy little body into the carpet over and over while I touch myself would be a difficult one to explain,” Corinne said with a smile, “I’m sure we could eventually convince her that was what you wanted, but it would awkward and take way too long.”

“Got it,” Dylan nodded, “And what’s this about a day pass? I don’t really care about my funeral, Corinne.”

“We’re not going to your funeral,” Corinne chuckled.

…

Dylan struggled against the bonds holding his arms out in a spread-eagle position. He was laying on his back against the wide expanse of Corinne’s leather sandal, a well worn surface which had the strong vanilla scent of her feet radiating off of it. He was tied securely in a way that would put his head directly between her big and index toes once she slid the footwear on, and as he tried to squirm out of the silvery chains on his wrists and legs the giant blonde’s face beamed down at him.

“Aww, can’t get out?” she said with a teasing pout.

“Nope, they’re pretty tight,” he said, panting as he gave up the struggle.

“Good,” she said, slowly putting the sandal on the ground. “The last thing I want is you falling out or being seen. I’m allowed to go down to Earth, but you aren’t supposed to leave once you’re here.”

Dylan watched as her immaculate foot slid into the sandal, sliding over his chained and naked body in a way that made him shiver as the soft skin of her sole slid against his own. He grunted as she pressed down, the bottom of her feet molding around him as her toes took their place on either side of his head.

“Comfy?” she asked, squeezing his head between her toes as she stood back up.

“Very!” he managed with a grin.

“Good, now just relax,” she said softly, lifting off the ground with a flap of her wings.

Dylan glanced out and watched as Corinne flew off his balcony, flying to the edge of the massive cloud the city was suspended on. His stomach lurched as she reached the edge, diving down towards Earth with such speed that the world blurred and wind rushed by his ears. It took her only a few minutes to reach the world of the living, and he fought to keep himself oriented as she spun upwards, landing on the ground with enough force to knock the air from his lungs as the giant angel peered around.

She’d landed in the hills overlooking a city by the sea, and the sound of waves reached them as Corinne looked around for any witnesses to her landing.

“Looks like the coast is clear,” she muttered. With a snap of her fingers her long white robe became a pair of jean shorts and a short white t-shirt, giving her a midriff. Her halo came down onto her hair, becoming a yellow headband that held her long blond hair in place. With a happy smile she started her walk down towards the town.

Every step she took squeezed Dylan’s entire body, bathing him in the now much more subtle aroma of vanilla, as if her mortal disguise had muted it somehow. His world lurched over and over again as her weight came down on him, then lifted, feeling like a bizarre theme park ride as the chains strapped to the thong and sides of her sandal held him firmly in place.

Every now and then she’d glance down, smirking at him and squeezing his head between her toes, then continuing on her walk. They passed other people, completely oblivious to the fact that the young woman they walked by had a tiny man held prisoner in her sandals, helplessly bound to the bottom of her sole.

Finally, she reached her destination, walking into a large bookstore chain. Dylan looked around wildly, trying to get a look at where she was heading, but he couldn’t help but smile as she reached the Fantasy section, making her way to a large display table titled “NEW RELEASE.”

“The Adventures of Elric Far Traveled, the Seventh and Final Volume,” she read, taking the hardcover book off the display as though it were some long lost treasure. She chuckled as she flipped through the pages briefly, “You really got me hooked on these!” she said, glancing down at her foot, scrunching it over her prisoner.

“D-Do we not have the last one back upstairs?” he gasped, fighting against the giant blonde’s weight as she shifted from side to side, reading the book’s cover.

“No, Heaven usually doesn’t get new books and movies and stuff for a year or so, localization issues I guess,” Corinne said with a shrug.

Dylan licked his lips, “Can we go back and read it?”

“Of course,” Corinne laughed, tucking the book under her arm and heading for the register, “I can’t wait to see if Princess Lyria ends up with Elric… I hope she ties that man down and teaches him the meaning of defeat!”

Dylan scowled, “Please, Lyria loves Elric, she just won’t admit it! She’ll confess her feelings and then they’ll kiss!”

Corinne raised an eyebrow, “I suppose we’ll have to wait and see, but perhaps that’s another one of those scenes we’ll act out later… Now be quiet while I pay for this, I don’t want these humans to see me talking to my feet, it’s weird.”

…

Dylan lay nestled in Corinne’s soft cleavage, the mountainous warm orbs squeezing him on either side as he looked at the giant pages in front of him. Corinne’s house sized face glanced down at him for approval, and he nodded, letting her turn the page as he finished reading. The pair read through the final page of the book together, and a few minutes later Corinne slowly closed the book with a sigh.

“That was… something,” Corinne said dreamily.

“Elric married her after all,” Dylan said excitedly.

“Yes, but he agreed to be Lyria’s servant forever in their wedding vows,” Corinne said.

“That’s just how their relationship is,” Dylan protested, “It’s a joke between them! if he wanted to really be some wicked woman’s slave, he’d have ended up with Lady Greywater!”

Corinne huffed, rolling her eyes, “Don’t even bring her up, I’m still basking in that ending!”

Dylan chuckled a moment, “You know… for my whole life I really wanted someone to discuss those books with, I never thought I’d have to wait until after I died though.”

“I suppose that’s one more fantasy to cross off the list,” Corinne said with a smile. She reached down, plucking him out of her cleavage and clenching her fist around him as the giant blue orbs of her eyes regarded him. “Now, onto us… I think I might keep you tiny for a few months, what do you say?”

“I can’t wait!” Dylan beamed.

With a laugh, Corinne kissed Dylan, her massive pillowy lips smothering him and muffling his voice.

Agara poured herself a glass of strong red wine as she watched her videos monitors reporting on the progress of her earthly schemes. The demoness chuckled as her pointed tail curled around the glass, lifting it to her lips as her fingers flew across the keyboard, typing a series of commands into her computer. Her central monitor zoomed in on a man in a grocery store parking lot, slowly loading the bags into his car.

Got one, she thought with a grin. With a wicked chuckle she stood upright, holding her hand out and willing her pitchfork to appear in it.

…

Greg placed the last of the grocery bags in the back of his car, closing the trunk. He glanced at the cart, sighing as he glanced at the lone cart return, all the way across the parking lot.

He couldn’t see the demon that appeared behind him, but he could hear her whisper as she gripped his shoulder, bringing her lips to his ear.

“Don’t bring it back,” Agara said, “it’s too far, someone else can do it.”

“Yeah,” Greg muttered, “Someone else can-“

There was a puff of white smoke on the mortal’s other side, and Agara scowled as she saw her age-old rival appear, the gleaming blonde hair shimmering in the light from her halo, floating just over her head.

“Hi Agara,” Corinne grinned.

“You’re too late angel,” Agara sneered, “he’s already getting back into his car!”

Corinne chuckled, walking to the man’s side and whispering in his ear in the same way Agara just had, “The cart could ding someone’s car, putting it back is really the considerate thing to do.”

The man paused, and Agara’s eyes widened.

“I-It could rain!” she snapped, rushing to his other side.

“Hmm… I don’t like those clouds,” Greg muttered, glancing skyward.

Corinne snapped her fingers, and they parted, revealing a sunny sky.

Greg shrugged, “Then again, it looks like it’s clearing up.”

“Hey!” Agara stamped her feet, “that’s cheating!”

“Go cry about it,” Corinne laughed, watching as the mortal grabbed his cart, slowly wheeling it across the parking lot to the return.

“Hell’s bells,” Agara swore, crossing her arms as the man cheerfully walked back to his car. “You’re going to regret meddling in my sinister schemes angel!”

“Your schemes are barely even sins,” Corinne retorted.

“They’re gateway evils!” Agara protested, “who knows what levels that guy could have sunk to if he stopped returning his carts!?”

Corinne rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure he was one cart away from being the next Ivan the Terrible.”

Agara scowled, stomping her foot angrily, “Whatever Angel, go back up to heaven and leave earth for those of us that want to have a little fun!”

Corinne huffed, “I’ll have you know Agara, that I do have a mortal now, and we’re lovers!”

Agara snorted, “oh boy, an eternity of passionless boring by the numbers bedchamber fun!”

Corinne growled, knowing she should just ignore the demon, but she couldn’t let the insult slide.

“I’ll have you know Agara,” Corinne said smugly, “that my mortal and I get up to wilder and more depraved things than anything you’re doing down there, when I return from this earthly mission, he’ll greet me by kissing my feet, and when I’ve relaxed, I’ll ravish him so much that his cries will echo all the way down to you!”

Agara blinked, “W-Wha? I thought you angels were supposed to take things slow-“

“Dylan loves servicing me,” Corinne chuckled, “I have to admit, I never understood the appeal of those black leather corsets you all love so much down below, but I’m starting to come around to them.” She waved a hand, and a small riding crop appeared in her hand. With a giggle she playfully slapped it into her palm, “So Agara, I’m sure you have a mortal devoted to you in the same way, right?”

Agara swallowed, “I’m uh, still trying to find one who’s wicked enough!” she lied, “lots of losers are getting into hell these days, I don’t want to settle for just anyone!”

“Right, well I’ll see you later Agara,” Corinne waved mockingly, “I’m sure you’ve got a lot on your plate with all of your sinister plots, I’m going to go back home to my waiting slave-boy and enjoy being worshipped like a divine being deserves. ”

There was a flash, and Corinne disappeared upwards into the clouds, leaving the stunned Demon to look up in awe.

She’s got to be lying, Agara thought angrily, descending back to Hell in a puff of sulfurous smoke. She plopped back into her chair, fuming as she pulled up Corinne’s file. While Heaven and Hell were on peaceful, or more peaceful, terms these days, both sides kept plenty of intel on the other, and it didn’t take long for Agara to confirm that her rival in the clouds had in fact been granted a mortal to steward in the afterlife.

“Son of a bitch,” she swore under her breath. She leaned back and brought her tail up to stroke her chin as she thought of what to do. I can’t just let this go, she decided, I’ll figure out a way to flip this on her!

…

Corinne hummed happily as she fluttered her white wings, descending onto the wide balcony of the penthouse where she lived with Dylan. She slowly slid her sandals off as she walked in, enjoying the lush feeling of the carpet beneath her toes as she made her way to the couch.

Dylan appeared a moment later, kneeling before her and planting a small kiss in greeting on the top of her smooth foot. Corinne nodded in approval, playfully lifting her foot and pinching the bridge of his nose, letting the soft vanilla fragrance that the angel naturally had linger in his nostrils for a moment.

“How was the mission to earth?” Dylan asked eagerly, grabbing her feet and beginning to massage them.

“A success,” Corinne chuckled, “I’ve foiled another one of Agara’s temptations… We’ve had a back and forth thing going for the last century or so.”

Dylan gulped, “you’ve been fighting her for a century!? What kind of stuff is she doing on earth?”

Corinne waved dismissively, “Agara’s a low-level imp, most of her plans aren’t a big deal, she’s definitely into quantity over quality, lots of small stuff so she stays off the radar of the more powerful Angels, but newbies like me still go down to stop her occasionally.”

Dylan nodded, chewing his lip, “So uh… something’s been bothering me,” he began slowly. “If there’s a hell, and obviously there’s an afterlife, do we need to worry about damnation?”

Corinne frowned, sitting up and pulling her feet out of his hands, “No, we’re already in Heaven, why are you worried? Got some big evil plans or something?”

Dylan shrugged, “I wasn’t really a spiritual guy back on earth, but if lust is a deadly sin shouldn’t the two of us be worried about that?”

Corinne laughed, “Oh, that? I guess you could call it a vice sure, but so long as you’re not hurting yourself or others, you’re not going to get kicked out of here for it.”

“That’s good to hear,” Dylan said hesitantly, “but if that’s true why did you get that special crystal to mask lewdness?”

Corinne started, looking down where the small white gem hung suspended between her breasts, “O-Oh that’s just to help give us uh… privacy, ” she managed. “I don’t want Myella seeing big spikes in lewdness every time we’re together.”

“But we’re allowed to date, and be together, right?” Dylan continued.

“Oh yeah,” Corinne nodded eagerly, “lots of Angels and Humans are together, but uh…” She blushed, “you might say we’re getting together a little faster than most? Also, while they aren’t as prudish up here as you’d think, I don’t want my boss thinking we’re just getting it on instead of helping you experience all the wonders and contemplation and all that good stuff up here.”

“Wonders and contemplation,” Dylan laughed, “Okay… let’s do some of that today?”

Corinne grinned, “I’ve got something up my sleeve…” She waved her hand, and the apartment penthouse began to fade. In its place a vast grassland appeared, a small and primitive looking village of small huts a few hundred yards away from them. Dylan looked down, seeing that his clothing had become something closer to what a medieval peasant might wear, and at his side was a small dagger.

“Corinne?” he called, looking around with a frown. The angel had disappeared.

“The empress comes for her tribute!” someone shouted.

A large group of men and women on horseback thundered into the village, at their forefront was a familiar face, and Dylan fought a chuckle as the small army of knights circled him, bowing as Corinne dismounted her own horse. Her angelic wings and halo were gone, replaced by an ornate red robe and jeweled crown. On her feet she wore an intricate pair of golden sandals, glittering in the sunlight as she strutted forward arrogantly.

“I demand this one here,” she said, pointing to Dylan. The villagers muttered amongst themselves, and the knights chuckled, nodding.

“What is this?” Dylan laughed, walking towards her.

“It’s a game I’ve whipped up in one of our spare pocket dimensions,” Corinne said with a smirk, “an RPG to be precise, I’m the evil empress of these lands, and you’re going to go on a fantasy adventure to stop me.”

Dylan shrugged, pulling the small knife from his belt, “Uh… are you sure?”

Corinne raised her finger, sending a small bolt of lightning at his dagger, causing it to fly out of his hand, “On your knees peasant!” Corinne giggled.

Dylan grunted as a pair of Amazonian guards grabbed his arms, forcing him to his knees. Corrinne smirked as the guards pressed his face into her feet, forcing him to kiss them while her soldiers cheered. After a few moments they let him up, and Corinne chuckled at his expression.

“Let’s have a little more privacy,” she said, waving her hand and causing the assembled knights and villagers to disappear. She slipped her feet out of her sandals, pulling on the elaborate red dress and slipping out of it, letting Dylan look upon the curvature of her perfect pale breasts. She smiled warmly at his stare, always enjoying the way her favorite mortal soul made her feel so beautiful.

“Is this part of the game?” Dylan asked with a grin.

Corinne leaned down, gripping the leather peasant’s trousers he’d appeared in. With a forceful tug she tore them to pieces, tossing the ruins of his clothing to the sides as she watched his erection spring free with a smug smile.

“Yes, this is part of the game,” she laughed, climbing over him, “and every time I defeat you, I’m going to have my wicked way with you.” She gripped his wrists, forcing them up as she positioned herself over his manhood. Although she was a head shorter than him, Corinne’s angelic strength let her manhandle him easily whenever she desired, and a second later she slid down onto him, mounting him with a gusto.

“M-Maybe I don’t want to win,” he groaned, biting his lip as Corinne’s hips rocked against his. The force of the angel’s thrust was always a shock at first, and he relished the sense of helplessness as she battered against him, eagerly grunting in pleasure each time her body slammed into his.

“Oh,” she panted, “trust me, you want to win… And this little adventure has been perfectly tailored for you!” She growled as she ground her body against his, pressing her breasts into his own chest as her arm snaked around his head, pulling him into a forceful kiss. It didn’t take long before she was giving one final cry as she came, collapsing on top of him with a victorious laugh.

“A-Anything else I should know?” Dylan managed, still recovering as Corinne climbed off of him.

“Everyone in here is fake,” Corinne explained, “except you and me, they can respond to a few basic questions, but they’re not going to do much beyond what I’ve set them up to do…” She clapped her hands and the dress flew back onto her body, “Be careful,” she winked, “you might find some of the ladies of this world are interested in having their own share of fun with you!” She waved a hand and his clothing returned.

Dylan grinned, slowly picking himself up, hefting his small dagger, “you better watch out Empress Corinne, I’m coming for you!”

“Yes, you’ll be coming for me a lot,” she said with a smirk. A moment later she disappeared again, and the villagers reappeared, going about their business as if nothing had happened.

Dylan breathed out slowly, looking around, right, you’ve played enough RPGs that you should be able to figure out what to do here…

…

In the pits of Hell Agara was fuming as she looked through the online catalog of available humans for torment. Like the angels, Demons often took guardianship over certain souls for their stay, doling out punishment or rehabilitation, but none of the available souls fit Agara’s needs.

I need a mortal to serve me, the way Corinne’s is! She thought angrily. Surely someone out there deserves to worship a demon’s feet for all eternity!? If such a mortal did exist, they were already claimed by denizens of Hell further up on the hierarchy.

Her musings were interrupted by a puff of smoke, and she nearly tumbled out of her chair as her supervisor, Samara, appeared in her room.

“M-Mistress!” Agara stammered, shooting to her feet and giving a salute, “What foul deeds can I perform for you today-“

“Enough of that,” Samara sighed, looking at a clipboard, “you’ve been asking about claiming a mortal soul? For what purpose?”

Agara licked her lips nervously, “W-Well this angel I know was bragging about all the fun she was having with her mortal, and I thought I would want my own.”

“Angel fun and Demon fun are two totally different ideas,” Samara said dismissively.

“No, this guy loves being tormented and being made her slave!” Agara insisted, “or at least that’s what she said…”

Samara raised an eyebrow, “Interesting…” A slow grin traced across her superior’s face, “Agara, I feel like a little mischief, Heaven has gotten too complacent of late, it’s time to remind them how we do things down here.”

Agara’s eyes went wide, “We’re going to attack the pearly gates!?”

“Nothing so dramatic,” Samara chuckled, “If this mortal is a masochist, he’ll no doubt be happier down here with us, no matter what those fool angels think. I want you to go steal him away from this Angel, once you have him back here you can consider him yours.”

“Won’t heaven retaliate if I kidnap one of theirs?” Agara asked uncertainly.

“You said it yourself, he’ll be much happier here,” Samara insisted, “and besides, I’ve already got you a way in!” She waved a hand, and the computer monitors in front of Agara’s desk showed news reports of a bus crash. “The Atheist and Agnostic Author’s Association just had a tragic bus crash,” she explained, “and most of them are arriving in heaven now… it’s going to be rather confusing, to say the least.” With a puff of smoke a pile of pamphlets appeared on Agara’s desk, “when unclaimed souls die there’s a grace period where representatives from other afterlives are allowed to speak to them, just go up there and give out these pamphlets on free will.”

“Do you think any of them will really want to come to Hell over these?” Agara asked skeptically, looking over one of the pamphlets. A cartoon devil on the front gave a thumbs up with a cartoon caption reading “question everything?”

“Who cares,” Samara said dismissively, “Just slip away and go find your angel friend and this soul you’re interested in!”

Agara nodded gleefully, “I won’t let you down!”

…

Dylan grunted as he swung his sword, fighting through the waves of orcish bandits to the fortress. Soon the waves of green skinned monsters were fleeing before him, and he grinned, pursuing them back towards the black walled castle. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been playing Corinne’s “game,” hours, days, it didn’t really matter, but he’d managed to gather an enchanted set of armor and a sword, finally turning the tide and defeating several of her monsters.

Suddenly Corinne’s laughter rang out, and the world began to shake. He paused, looking up in shock as the stone walls of the fortress cracked, the hewn walls falling away like eggshell pieces as the massive form of Corinne emerged, grinning as she looked down at him.

Dylan grimaced, readying his sword and shield as a sandal the size of a house slammed into the ground next to him. He stumbled, then with a shout ran forward, slashing at her big toe.

“Ooops,” Corinne giggled, gently pressing her foot forward and knocking Dylan down into the grass.

“Now how is this fair!” Dylan shouted up at her.

“You were supposed to destroy the crystal powering my spell before attacking the fortress,” Corinne sighed, shaking her head with a smile. “Now I’m big, and you’re just another bug waiting to be squished!”

Dylan watched in awe as Corinne’s foot lifted up, leaving a massive track in the dirt as the sandal’s sole hovered overhead. He turned to run, but he was too slow, and Corinne’s sandal clad foot slammed down into the ground. With a haughty chuckle she slowly ground it back and forth, only lifting it again when she was sure that her victim had been well and truly pulverized.

Dylan appeared again in a flash of light, his body reforming only a few yards away from her big toe as he stumbled to his feet again. With a growl he hefted his shield up, as if the tiny piece of metal could protect him from the immense goddess before him, blocking out the sun.

“Okay, what’s the trick to win here?” he asked, forcing a smile.

“Trick?” Corinne laughed, “the trick was to beat me before I got this strong.”

“So, what now?” Dylan asked.

“You accept your humiliating defeat,” Corinne grinned.

Her enormous foot slowly slid out of her sandal, and the soft vanilla scent washed over him as she wiggled her toes overhead. Dylan shouted in surprise as the digits curled over him, squeezing him tight and brushing against his face.

“N-Never!” he shouted, gritting his teeth and slowly pressing against the toe. His arms shook with exertion, and he cried out in triumph as he finally managed to force one of the digits gripping his torso away. The victory was short lived, she simply pressed him into the ground, knocking the wind out of him before her toes snatched him up again.

“Now let’s see,” Corrine muttered, “Oh, I know, let’s show you how your quest ends!”

She slowly began shrinking down to her normal size, and Dylan sighed in defeat as he realized he was shrinking with her. Soon she was back to her petite self, sliding her foot into her sandal as her toes released him, trapping him between her soft sole and the hard leather bottom of the footwear. Chains flew out from underneath it, shackling his arms and holding him bound in place, his head sticking out from between her toes.

Corinne laughed wickedly as she began to walk back towards the ruins of her fortress, each footstep bringing her whole weight down on her captive, causing him to grunt beneath her, the thick vanilla scent of the angel’s skin making his head feel hazy as it filled his senses.

“And so, the wicked empress Corinne conquered the world,” she sighed dramatically, willing the world around them to become her massive throne room. “The hero, having failed to defeat the beautiful and all-powerful angel, was reduced to a lowly pet and toy, displayed by Corinne as she entertained her guests.

Dylan gasped as a steel collar snapped around his neck, suddenly they were in a throne room, with laughing noblewoman looking down at him. He turned to see that a long chain had leashed his collar to a toe ring being worn by Corinne, who just grinned down at him smugly.

“And every night the hero licked his mistresses’ feet clean,” she said, jerking the chain slightly and forcing him over to her bus sized foot. Dylan obeyed, falling to his knees and dragging his tongue across her smooth, pale skin.

“And that’s a wrap!” she clapped eagerly, “Want to try playing again? Maybe get a better ending?”

Dylan looked up at her, slowly matching her smile, “Yeah, I’m going to beat you this time though!”

“We’ll see,” she chuckled. With a snap of her fingers Dylan found himself at the grassland village from the beginning of their “game” again, armed with only the trusty steel dagger he’d started with.

Okay, he thought, heading towards a merchant, let’s speedrun this thing…

…

Agara walked up the rainbow-colored stairway to heaven, tensing as the angelic guards spotted her. Instead of the flaming swords and arrows she’d expected, they simply smiled and waved her through, and she stumbled through the pearly gates as any other arriving soul.

Are they really just going to let me in? she wondered, looking around.

“Hey, Demon,” someone shouted.

Agara looked up as two tired looking angels swooped down, their halos slightly dimmer than their fellows as they sized her up. They had swords at their sides, and Agara licked her lips nervously.

“I’m here for the-“

“The Atheist and Agnostic Association, yeah,” the angel groaned, “we’ve been talking with them for hours, I get that nobody wants to be wrong, but they all got into heaven! Why look a gift horse in the mouth?”

“I uh, brought these pamphlets,” Agara said, holding them up.

“Whatever,” the second angel muttered, pointing to a large amphitheater nearby, “they’re all in there, just go kill an hour answering their questions while we go get some coffee.”

Agara nodded, taking a deep breath and putting on her best wicked smile as she followed the marked path labeled, “NEW SOUL ORIENTATION.”

The amphitheater was in an uproar as Agara made her way down to the stage, “This is clearly a shared hallucination!” someone shouted. “No, it’s a test by the aliens!” Someone else proclaimed. “A dream, a dream I say!” declared another.

“Excuse me,” Agara said, “I’m here to answer your questions?”

The several dozen men and women in the amphitheater slowly turned to her, “Now look at this one,” a portly looking man in glasses chortled, “first we get stereotypical angels, now the devil is here too?”

“I’m a devil, not the Devil,” Agara explained, “Look, I’d really like to just get this over with, so-“

“Now see here,” a tall balding man proclaimed, “we’re men of science, and whatever this is, you can’t expect us to believe this is some sort of… afterlife! ”

Agara rolled her eyes, “Well, you’re dead, so suck it up.”

The room went quiet, “W-We’re-“

“Pushing up daisies,” Agara said, crossing her arms, “I’m guessing the angels just danced around it?” The stunned silence answered her, and she chuckled, “Okay listen up, this is heaven, if you hate it like I do, keep complaining until the angels take you to a different afterlife.”

“There are other afterlives!?” someone exclaimed.

Agara shrugged, “Sure, but most of them have requirements to get in, Hell takes anyone though, If you want to hear more, I’ve brought pamphlets!” She tossed them up flippantly, letting them slowly flutter around the stunned crowd. “Now I’ve got some other stuff to take care of while I’m up here, so does anyone have any other questions?”

“What’s Satan like?” someone shouted.

“Less buff than you’d expect, but still in pretty good shape for a guy his age,” Agara said, “now that’s all the time I have, so please enjoy your stay, and maybe I’ll see some of you around!” she winked and shot finger guns at the confused crowd as she waltzed off the stage, her tail swishing behind her as they shouted more questions.

Now let’s see, Agara thought, looking up at the gleaming spires of the heavenly city, which one of these is yours Corinne? She raised her nose, sniffing the air. While all angels had a light vanilla scent, Agara had been around Corinne long enough to know her specific brand by heart, and she caught it on the wind. With a grin she headed off in the direction it came from, chuckling to herself.

…

Dylan sighed as he looked at the chains that the two Amazonian guards had placed on him. Once again he’d been captured, and he hadn’t even seen Corinne yet!

“You’ll be presented to the sorceress of this tower,” one of the guards taunted him, “and be made to service her for as long as she desires!”

“Yeah yeah,” Dylan muttered. I wonder if Corinne’s at the top of this one, or if she’s just got an NPC waiting for me?

…

Without wings Agara had been forced to scale the side of the sterling silver tower where Corinne lived with Dylan. With a grunt she finally forced herself up over the balcony, panting for a few minutes as she caught her breath. Finally she rose to her feet, willing her pitchfork to appear in her hand as she looked around for any sight of the angel.

Instead the center of the apartment was covered in a swirling vortex of colors, occasionally displaying scenes within of knights, dragons, orcs, and elves. Agara frowned, poking the edge with her pitchfork, checking for a trap.

What’s she doing with this pocket dimension? Agara wondered. They were used in Hell too of course, but Agara had never seen anything quite like the setup that the angel had prepared.

Suddenly an image of a young man in armor, being held captive in a tower, appeared before her. Agara grinned, taking in the handsome mortal. From the way the view flickered to him in various positions, kissing Corinne’s feet, pinned beneath her, and even squirming beneath her toes at bug size, Agara could tell this was the mortal she sought. Better yet, it appeared that all of Corinne’s boasts about his tastes were true.

I’ve got to get this guy down below, she thought eagerly, He’ll spend the next hundred years polishing my sandals with his tongue!

With a laugh Agara ran forward, entering the pocket dimension.

…

The guards removed Dylan’s chains, leaving him in the center of a large round chamber at the top of the sorceress’s tower. Blue torches burned along the walls, and he looked around, wondering where the attack would come from.

“Hey, you must be Dylan?” a woman’s husky voice called.

He frowned, turning around to see a red skinned demoness in a tight black leather outfit walking towards him. She was a little shorter than he was, but like Corinne she had a certain confidence to her that made him wary. Her shiny black PVC sandals clicked against the tiled floor as she twirled a pitchfork back and forth playfully, behind her a pointed tail swayed back and forth arrogantly, like a cat’s would if its owner spotted a mouse.

“Yeah, I’m Dylan,” he said, “And you must be the sorceress-“

“Yeah no,” Agara chuckled, “I’m guessing that’s her over there.”

“Prepare to die!” a pale woman in black shrieked, appearing from thin air, bolts of lightning in her hands.

Agara just rolled her eyes, sending a ball of hellfire at the illusion and instantly reducing it to dust. Dylan turned to her slowly, sizing her up.

“So uh, are you supposed to help me with the quest or something?”

“Look buddy, I’m not sure what kind of Dungeons and Dragons thing Corinne’s got going on in here, but I’m not here to roll dice or look for a ring or whatever.” She grinned as she stalked forward, causing him to step back cautiously, “I’m here for you! ”

“You’re not part of the game!” he realized, “Corinne, help-“

He was cut off as her tail’s velvety tip shoved its way into his mouth, causing the demon to giggle as his tongue struggled against it.

“I really think you’re going to have a better time with me than her,” Agara promised. “Let’s start with something that I thought looked fun…”

Dylan’s clothing became loose on him as the familiar sensation of shrinking washed over his body. The demoness laughed as he dwindled before her, sinking to the floor as his armor clanged to the side and his shirt pooled around him.

Dylan climbed over the cloth, trying to escape, but the demon’s tail dove down again, wrapping him in its velvety softness and coiling around him like a snake. She squeezed tightly, lifting his feet off the ground as the appendage brought him up to her massive and grinning face.

“Aww, you’re so cute like this!” she giggled. “Now let’s get you tucked away somewhere safe.”

As much as Dylan struggled, the tightly constricting tail was immovable, and it stretched over her cleavage, releasing and letting him flail for a moment as he fell through the air, landing on the soft red pillows that jiggled as he made impact.

“Now hold still” Agara muttered, pressing down on his head with her fingertip.

Dylan fought against the massive digit, but it was impossible as it slowly slid him down into the valley of her cleavage. The warm orbs on either side of him swallowed him up, molding around him and making any further movement impossible. The demon’s skin had a smell like burnt cinnamon, a sharp contrast to the vanilla that emanated from Corinne.

I’ve got to break free, he thought, gritting his teeth and summoning all of his strength. His hand breached the surface, feeling around for purchase as he hauled himself out again.

“Hm?” Agara looked down, feeling the movement. “Dylan please, you’re never getting out of those tits,” she chuckled. She snapped her fingers, and his eyes widened as the already mountainous breasts seemed to expand around him. “If you’ve got too much fight in you at action figure size, let’s try ant size.”

Dylan looked up in horror as her finger descended on him again, this time a massive column that blotted out the light as the tip impacted his entire body like a meteor. This time the wind was knocked out of him as he was once again submerged in the tight valley of the demon’s cleavage, and this time he was forced in so deep that everything else disappeared.

“That should do it,” Agara nodded, looking down one last time. “Now, how do I get out of here?” She looked around the tower, frowning as she saw no obvious exit.

…

Corinne sighed to herself, bored as she waited in her throne room for Dylan’s latest challenge. She was sure he was close to actually beating her, and she crossed her legs, giggling at her own wetness as she imagined the reward she would grant him for the victory. Her guards stood at attention, and she glanced around, wondering if she should pass the time by dreaming up some more interesting enemies for Dylan to battle when he arrived.

I’ll just check on how he’s doing, she thought, conjuring up a crystal ball for herself.

The pocket dimensions that angels could create were usually used to let their mortal charges experience places and things that were otherwise hard to give them in the heavenly city, beaches, mountains, and so on. When Corinne had set this particular adventure up, she had meant to give Dylan a fair chance of victory, and so she hadn’t been watching him at all times, leaving him some opportunity to surprise her.

Let’s see, he was last in the Sorceress’s tower, she thought, bringing it into focus. She smirked to herself, imagining Dylan being “milked” by the sorceress for her wicked potions, another fun little “defeat” that she’d set up for him if he failed to overcome her.

She froze as she saw the demon standing in the chamber, looking around curiously. She frantically willed the Crystal ball to show her Dylan’s location, and squeaked in a mixture of jealousy and anger when she saw it zoom in on Agara’s cleavage, showing the tiny form of her mortal lover trapped between the demon’s breasts.

With a shout of anger Corinne’s flaming sword appeared in her hand, her halo snapping into existence and glowing brightly as she teleported to the tower.

“AGARA!” she snapped, causing the demon to leap in surprise, whirling to face her. “What the hell are you doing here!?”

“I just thought I’d come by and check on you and your mortal,” Agara laughed, squaring off against the angel. “He’s everything you said, and more! I think I’ll be taking him back with me.

“You can’t just kidnap a human from heaven!” Corinne shouted, “that goes against all the rules!”

“Look, Dylan’s obviously the kind of guy who is going to be happier with a horny demon tormenting him for all eternity,” Agara said, “do you really think you’re going to be able to keep him happy? Angels are too nice, you’re natural subs!”

“Excuse me!?” Corinne asked, her halo glowing brighter. “Dylan is very happy with me, now give him back!”

“Come and get him,” Agara laughed.

Corinne snarled, raising her flaming sword, but suddenly the crystal on her necklace burned white hot. She looked down in alarm, and Agara smirked.

“You’re using a masking crystal to hide you and Dylan’s hanky panky time, aren’t you?” Agara grinned. “If you hit me, I’ll break that thing and you’ll have to explain why you’re using your pocket dimension to make this weird BDSM version of Final Fantasy.”

“I-I’m allowed to use it on whatever would make my mortal happy!” Corinne insisted.

“Yeah, I’m sure the higher ups in heaven will buy that,” Agara chuckled.

“T-They’d eventually understand,” Corinne said uncertainly.

“Maybe,” Agara admitted with a shrug, “but you wouldn’t be covering your tracks if you thought they’d approve.”

Corinne scowled, “Fine, but what about you? How do you think they’re going to treat a demon who snuck up here to steal a soul?” Corinne grinned, “they’ll probably banish you to earth, sentence you to good deeds even?”

Agara’s red face went a pale pink, “No!”

“Working in soup kitchens, picking up litter,” Corinne laughed, “maybe they’ll even have you run a book drive for underprivileged children?”

“Okay, okay, you’ve made your point!” Agara growled. “It looks like we’ll have to settle this between ourselves…” She grinned, reaching in to cleavage and fishing around a moment. Her fingers came out with a tiny speck pinched between them, and Corinne glared angrily as she realized it was Dylan. Without waiting, waved her hand, undoing the shrinking and returning him to his full size, causing him to land in Agara’s arms in a rough bridal carry.

“Oof, hello big guy,” Agara laughed, squeezing his bottom playfully.

“What’s going on?” Dylan asked Corinne, hurrying back to her as Agara lowered him down. The angel waved her hands, causing new clothing to appear on him as he watched the demon nervously. “Is she here for us? Is this because we were doing too many lewd things?”

“I told you, we’re covered so long as we’re not causing harm!” Corinne hissed.

“Ah, but I’m pretty sure I can rope you in under Pride angel,” Agara said with a grin, “It was you bragging about your human charge that led me up here in the first place!”

“Corinne, what’s she talking about?” Dylan asked with a frown.

“I might have bragged about some of the stuff we do together,” The angel admitted, blushing slightly, “b-but it was only to throw her off her game while she was trying to spread her evil!”

“What evil was that again?” Dylan asked skeptically.

“Uh, nevermind that,” Agara said, clearing her throat, “I demand you share command of this pocket dimension with me, so that I can seduce this mortal and show him what’s waiting on the lake of fire’s shores!”

Corinne looked at Dylan, a grim expression on her face, “What do you think?”

“If she just wants to try to show off for me, then why not?” Dylan shrugged, “It’s not like I’ll ever pick her over you…”

“Hah, you say that now,” Agara mocked.

“Fine,” Corinne muttered, waving her hand. The demon shimmered slightly as the magic of the pocket world was shared with her, and she grinned as sparks danced over her fingertips. “You get two hours, make your case!”

“More than enough time,” Agara said with a grin.

The demoness slammed her pitchfork into the ground, causing a black and orange flame to consume them all.

…

Dylan blinked as he realized he was sitting in a large captain’s chair, set in the center of a futuristic looking spaceship deck. Around him a group of men and women in red uniforms worked the controls, and just below him, in the first mate’s position, an equally confused Corinne was looking around, her wings and halo absent.

“Hmm…” Corinne muttered, looking at their surroundings, “Looks like she’s changed the genre of this adventure up a bit.”

“Captain, we’re being hailed by the enemy vessel!” one of the crewmates called.

A large screen in front of them flickered to life, revealing Agara’s grinning face. The red skinned demoness still had her usual features, but her black leather outfit was traded out for a silver one with a series of alien looking red symbols down the side.

“We meet again Captain Dylan,” Agara taunted. “I’ve got your ship completely surrounded, the only way to spare your crew is to surrender to me!”

“This already sucks,” Corinne said, crossing her arms, “Dylan likes fantasy way more than sci-fi.”

“Well sorry for doing something original,” Agara growled.

“Original?” Corinne snapped, “what’s this ship called, the Enterprise?”

“I think it’s fine,” Dylan said, smirking a little at Corinne’s defensiveness, “I actually kind of like it… let’s just have fun with this, okay?” He turned towards her, “We’ll never surrender! Fire weapons!”

The monitors flickered, showing their own ship, a silvery saucer shaped one, firing red laser beams at a large black star cruiser that was obviously Agara’s. The demon’s ship returned fire only twice, shaking the room they were in and sending sparks flying from the monitors.

“It looks like I’ve knocked out your shields,” Agara laughed, “now you’re mine captain! ”

Dylan gasped as a shimmering light enveloped him, and a moment later he was rematerializing on the bridge of Agara’s own starship.

“You can’t just teleport me off my ship, that’s cheating!” Dylan exclaimed.

“I knocked out your shields, the teleporter works now,” Agara laughed. “Gaurds, seize him!”

A pair of red skinned succubi in space age silver suits ran forward, grabbing Dylan’s laser pistol from him with a giggle as the looped their arms under his, marching him through the halls of the hellish spaceship. Agara followed, the arrogant stride of her heels clacking against the steel floor.

They came to a massive bedchamber, with red velvety blankets over a black wrought iron frame. As they entered flames belched from the sides of the room, providing a low orange ambient light. The pair of succubi heaved Dylan onto the bed, pulling his pants off with a giggle as Agara looked on in approval.

“I can see why Corinne was so excited to get you,” She murmured, “heaven really does provide you with such an appealing body when your souls arrive.”

“W-We were matched by Heaven’s Angel-Match system,” Dylan insisted. He gritted his teeth, hissing with pleasure as one of the spectral succubi gripped his manhood, stroking slowly up and down as Agara stepped closer.

“I’m sure she’s the best match for you in heaven, ” Agara admitted, “most angels aren’t into the kinky stuff, but even if she’s better than most of the featherdusters up here, she’s still just an angel.” She waved a hand, and the twin succubi giggled, walking away back towards the ship’s deck, blowing Dylan a final kiss as they did. Agara’s tail came around, slowly coiling itself around his erection, then sliding itself up and down slowly. He couldn’t help but lean back, groaning as the velvety skin slid against his manhood. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“I…” he could only moan in response, and he was just barely aware of Agara slowly slipping out of her silvery suit, letting it fall to the floor in a dainty motion that let him take in her naked body for the first time.

Agara’s physique was more voluptuous than even Corinne’s, lacking the small hint of athleticism and going full on into the curvaceous hips and ample bottom now before him. Between the demon’s legs a small tuft of black hair waited over a glistening pink opening, but his view of that was cut off as she went to her knees, pulling her tail away from his cock in one swift motion as her breasts took its place, swallowing his member up in their soft warmth.

“Using my tail on a man is always fun,” she mused, playfully poking his stomach with the appendage, “but there’s nothing better than blowing your load over a nice big pair of tits, is there?”

“No,” Dylan sighed, fighting the urge to hump upwards into them, “there isn’t.

Agara grinned, pressing her breasts from the sides and tightening their grip on him. Slowly she slid them up and down, enjoying the way his face contorted and the small spasms of pleasure raced down his legs. Gradually she began to get faster, letting a wicked giggle echo through the air as she watched him fight for control

“Corinne’s got a nice pair of jugs,” Agara commented, “but nothing like these babies!”

“I-I like Corinnes!” Dylan stammered, eager to remain loyal, if only in that one small way.

“I like them too,” Agara laughed, “the way they bounce around a little when she gets made, imagine how soft they are.” She gave a mock gasp as she saw his pained expression, “Oh, silly me, is talking about the angel’s cute titties making it harder to keep from cumming?”

“I uh… oh… ” Dylan’s hips bucked against the bottom of her breasts, spraying a volcano of sticky white cum across the pair of red hills as Agara grinned triumphantly. She kept going for a few moments, gradually milking the rest of his orgasm out as his seed cooled on her ruby colored skin.

“Yummy,” she teased, running a finger along a trail of cum, then sliding it into her mouth. She groaned with pleasure, shivering and then smirking at him. “Succubi have very specific tastes,” she said with a wink. “When I drag you back down with me, you’re probably going to be serving dessert at a lot of our get togethers.”

“I’m not going back with you,” Dylan insisted, sitting up.

Agara rolled her eyes, “I’m just getting started Dylan!”

They were interrupted by the sound of laser fire, and battle cries from the hallway. Both of them watched, stunned, as Corinne leapt through the air, a glowing green sword in her hand as a pair of brown robes billowed around her.

“Dylan!” she called, smiling as she turned towards the bedroom. “I’m here to rescue you!”

“Fat chance,” Agara muttered, “this is still my part of the story!” She stood up, raising her hands and blasting Corinne with lightning. The angel grimaced, just barely blocking it with her weapon. “You missed the show,” the demon said sweetly, “don’t worry, you can watch next time!”

“Go to hell!” Corinne shouted angrily.

“Not until I get what I came for!” Agara snarled. She raised her hands again, and like before the lightning enveloped the room, washing everything away.

…

Dylan struggled as a pair of 18th century soldiers in high fuzzy hats dragged him to the enemy general’s camp. Cannons roared in the background, and he could hear calls to advance as the marching army swept across the battlefield. Glancing at his captors, he wasn’t surprised to see that they were a pair of red skinned demon women, smirking to one another as they brought him before their commander, and again he wasn’t shocked to see Agara herself, lounging in a large padded chair beneath an officer’s tent. A map was in front of her, and she was wearing a general’s uniform fitting the era, complete with a large bicorner hat.

“Ah, general Dylan,” Agara laughed, clapping her hands, “as you can see, I’ve defeated you handily!”

“You didn’t even give me a chance for this one!” Dylan protested, “you just started the scenario with me already captured!”

“A truly great tactician would find a way out of it,” Agara said, waving dismissively, “Now to cement my defeat over you!” 

The demoness leaned back, kicking her ebony sandals off and wiggling her toes in the air as the two guards shoved Dylan to his knees before her. 

“Get to work,” Agara said with a grin, looking down eagerly.

One of the demon guards put her hand behind his head, pushing him down to Agara’s feet and forcing a kiss on the top of her foot. A slightly tingly cinnamon taste lingered on his lips as he was drawn up the top of her feet by his captors, and Agara giggled in pleasure overhead. 

“Now lick them clean,” she ordered, all but shoving her toes into his mouth, causing him to grunt in surprise.

Like Corinne it seemed the demon had some supernatural cleanliness, although instead of the slightly sweet vanilla taste that the angel always exuded, Agara had a scent and taste more like Red Hots candies. His tongue ran between her toes, tickling her and causing her to stifle a laugh as her guards released their grip, letting him worship her feet of his own accord.

“This feels good,” she smirked, “I wonder if you’ll get used to the taste of my soles? Maybe prefer them to that sugary sweet Angel’s?” 

Dylan growled angrily, grabbing her foot and pulling it free, “Never, I’ll-”

“Hush,” Agara said in a low voice, shoving her other foot into his mouth to silence him, “clean that one too, really suck on those toes.”

The sound of trumpets interrupted his humiliation, and the demon looked up angrily. At the edge of her camp musket fire and the clanging of steel on steel could be heard, along with the thunderous hoofbeats of charging cavalry.

“Now what?” Agara muttered, squinting her eyes.

“Dylan!” Corinne’s voice called. 

Both he and Agara turned to see the angel, riding atop a magnificent white horse, a flag fluttering over her shoulder as she led the charge to them.

“Ha, looks like you weren’t such a great general after all!” Dylan said with a smug smirk.

Agara fumed for a moment, “We’re just getting started,” the demon promised. 

The cannons around the battlefield all thundered at once, causing them all to be washed away in a flood of white smoke.

…

Dylan looked around, seeing massive green trees all around him. No, not trees, grass. He gulped as he looked up at a massive house in the distance, easily the size of a mountain. Judging from an equally monumental privacy fence along the far horizon, he was in a backyard, and he was tiny.

“What a wonderful day for sunbathing,” Agara sighed, walking out onto the back porch in a shining black bikini.

Her footsteps thundered, and Dylan looked up to see her red sole rising overhead. He turned to run, weaving through the grass as it came down just behind him, the impact causing him to stumble. With one last glance up at the demon, he sprinted as fast as he could through the jungle of the backyard.

The enormous demoness paused, looking around with her tail lazily swaying back and forth, “I wonder if there are any pathetic little bugs underfoot,” Agara laughed, “Let’s hope they stay out of the way if there are!”

There was a puff of smoke, and Corinne appeared before her, an angry scowl on her face, “What, too scared to fight me with laser swords?” she asked. She glanced around the backyard, “I’m not sure I get this one, what’s the game here?”

“For us? Just a relaxing walk around the backyard,” Agara said, slowly making her way to a lawn chair waiting for her in the center. She smirked, waiting to see if Corinne would follow her.

The angel raised an eyebrow, but did so.

Below them, in the grass, Dylan looked up, eyes wide as he saw the familiar site of Corinne’s sole coming down.

“Corinne, she put me down here!” he shouted as it bore down on him. “I’m down here! I’m-“

* crunch*

Corinne stopped, looking down with a frown.

Agara burst into laughter, “Oops, you squished your bugfriend, I mean your boyfriend!” She snapped her fingers, letting Dylan return to life, full sized, on the lawn chair. “To think, you crushed the life out of the mortal you love so much,” she turned to Dylan with a grin, “Can you get action like that up here?”

“I squish Dylan all the time,” Corinne said, crossing her arms, “usually on purpose.”

“Yeah, I love that,” Dylan agreed, grinning at her.

Corinne nodded, matching his smile, “There’s something so primal about him being completely at my mercy, powerless below my feet…”

Agara blinked, I might have underestimated these two, she thought suddenly.

“O-Okay, let’s try this then!” Agara said, clapping her hands together.

…

Corinne struggled against the iron bonds, looking at the massive examination table she was shackled to with a frown. The room she was in was white, sterile, with no windows and only a door and a one-way glass wall.

The door slid open, and Agara walked in, naked save for a labcoat that she’d draped over herself. A doctor’s badge on her lapel gleamed in the light as she walked over to Corinne, grinning.

“Ah, I see the patient is awake?”

“What’s going on?” Corinne said nervously, “you were supposed to be seducing Dylan?”

“Oh I am,” she laughed, “but after all the centuries we’ve been duking it out, I’ve wanted this for a long time too, so I’m killing two birds with one stone.”

She clapped her hands, and behind her a pair of copies of herself in nurses uniforms wheeled in a cart. It squeaked to a stop next to Corinne, and her face paled as she saw it was covered in various sex toys.

“Okay Agara, you’ve had your fun, now-“

“Nurses, prepare the treatment,” Agara said with a wicked grin.

One of the nurses produced a small glass box, and Corinne swallowed nervously as she saw that Dylan was inside, reduced to no more than a few inches tall.

Dylan blinked in surprise, looking out at the giant demoness, and the sight of an equally large Corrinne strapped to a table. He ran to the glass, pounding on it angrily.

“Let her go! This was supposed to be about us!”

“Still is, mostly,” Agara drawled as her twin clones snapped blue latex gloves on.

Dylan tried to avoid the massive hand that reached in for him, but it was impossible in the enclosed space, and the enormous nurse’s fingers coiled around him like pythons as she drew him out. The second nurse lifted up a large black vibrator, one that had its own set of small shackles near the tip. The giant hand moved him into position, and they quickly clicked into place, strapping him firmly against the enormous plastic phallus.

“Excellent,” Agara grinned, taking it from the nurses, who vanished with a smirk as she walked around the examination table. “Now Corinne, you’re a little low on Vitamin D, ” She giggled, looking down at the tiny human strapped to the sex toy, “get it? It’s vitamin D for Dylan, and D for-“

“We get it,” Corinne groaned.

Agara bit her lip, slowly lining Dylan up with Corinne’s waiting snatch. She glanced down, nodding to herself as she saw the wetness there, slowly moving the sex toy and its tiny human passenger up to the opening, letting the very tip, the top of Dylan’s head, brush against her lips.

“Excited?” Agara taunted.

Corinne gritted her teeth, refusing to answer. Agara smirked on final time, then forced the toy inside of the bound angel, laughing madly as Corinne gasped, rising against the bonds as a jolt of pleasure shot through her.

Dylan felt the slick wet walls of her womanhood slide over his body, bathing him in her pungent aroma. He gasped for breath, feeling the silky juices of the angel’s arousal slide down his nostrils and flood his open mouth. He was forced back and forth within her, the fiery warmth of her insides cradling him as the walls tightened with her increased arousal.

“A-Ah,” Corrine cried, writhing in pleasure as Agara forced the toy in and out at a steady pace.

“That little human lover of yours no doubt ads plenty of extra fun to this experience,” Agara said in a husky voice. Her tail came up around her side, the tip playfully tweaking the angel’s soft pink nipple. Corinne moaned again, twisting and fighting against the steel shackles with all of her might as the wave of bliss built within her.

“Y-You’re still going to lose,” Corinne panted, forcing her eyes open, “D-Dylan’s going to stay with-“ she mewled in ecstasy, squeezing her eyes shut again, “he’ll stay with meee!”

“He’s going to go with me, and you’re going to cum,” Agara said in a low voice. She picked up her pace, brutally fucking the squealing angel over the edge.

Within her pussy Dylan felt a wave wash over him, and the soft fleshy walls tightened so much that they pressed him against the hard plastic of the toy with enough force that he was sure he’d end up reincarnating again seconds later. The rumble of her orgasm was like an earthquake, traveling along her body and colliding with him finally like a shockwave, rattling his senses as he heard her muffled cry of pleasure, her heartbeat racing overhead like a frantic drummer’s march.

Corinne finally went limp, panting with her tongue lolled out to the side. Agara gave her a smug look, sliding the sex toy out with a deliberate slowness that caused the angel to squirm one last time before it emerged with a wet *pop*.

Dylan felt the angel’s fragrent cum drying on his skin, cooling him as the demon lifted the vibrator, and him, up to her eyes, rotating it as though it were a pair of tweezers holding an interesting insect.

“Hm… made it through that one in one piece? That’s impressive.” She brought it close, licking up the side and causing Dylan to shiver as the massive tongue cleaned the last of Corinne’s juices off of him.

“I do believe my time is almost up,” Agara sighed, “but I think I’ve proven my point mortal.”

The lights in the medical exam room brightened, drowning out the world as it reshaped itself again.

…

The pocket dimension closed in on itself, having served its purpose. Dylan, Agara, and Corinne all walked out of it together, the final tingling on their skin and brief disorientation the only reminder of the experience they’d all endured together.

Agara recovered first, throwing herself on Corinne’s sofa with a smirk. A moment later Corinne shakily joined her, along with Dylan, resting between the two.

“So, Dylan,” Agara said, casually putting her arm around his shoulder, “I think I’ve showed you what I can offer, the wildest and kinkiest treatment a pathetic little worm like you could ever want!”

“It was a fun way to spend an afternoon,” Dylan said, smiling as he leaned back to Corinne, lifting Agara’s arm off himself and putting his own around Corinne, “but to be honest, Corinne and I did a lot of that stuff already.”

Agara frowned, “I know you two got up to some stuff, but come on! Are you telling me she really already shrank you and shoved you up her snatch? There’s no way that she came up with that on her own!”

“Once you’re already shrinking guys it’s not that big of a leap,” Corinne chuckled, leaning into Dylan triumphantly. She slowly stroked his cheek, glaring at the succubus with a defiant grin. “Dylan’s already so into feet that toying with him at small size is a pretty obvious one too. I guess you demons just aren’t as perverted and creative as you thought?”

Agara’s mouth went dry, and she looked to Dylan pleadingly, but he just shrugged and smiled.

“O-Okay, well uh, what if I shrank you and trapped you between my boobs for the next five years, at the size of a grain of sand!” She leapt forward, grabbing the sides of his face desperately, “You’ll be stuck there, a permanent prisoner in a world between my glorious tits! And every time you manage to almost get out, I’ll shrink you a little more!” She grinned weakly, “Well? Eternal damnation between a pair of big red boobs sounds fun, huh?”

“That is kind of hot,” Dylan said, pulling away from her and stroking Corinne’s thigh, “should we write that down?”

“Maybe you can do that after you’ve spent a few eternities wandering the endless plains of my old sandals,” Corinne remarked, “I’m sure I can find a size to make them suitably inescapable.”

Agara leaned back, defeated, her tail going limp next to her. She stared at the happy couple, a sad and envious look on her face as she sighed.

“Okay,” she said finally, “you guys win… I’ll just get out of here.” She stood up, sullenly walking to the balcony, “Do I just throw myself over the edge, or are there stairs for us wingless people in here?”

“You know, I really did have a fun time today,” Dylan said softly.

“I did too,” Corinne remarked, glancing over at Agara. “We really shouldn’t…”

“With everything else we get up to, what’s one more bent rule?” Dylan said, grinning.

Corinne nodded, standing up and walking towards the balcony after the demon. Agara was staring over the edge, sighing to herself as she prepared to jump. It wouldn’t hurt, not in heaven anyway, but it would be a humiliating fall nonetheless. Corinne put a hand on her shoulder, giving her pause.

“Agara,” Corinne said with a smirk, “We were thinking… we didn’t give you a chance to really tempt us, so maybe you could come back up and try it again sometime?”

The demon’s eyes went wide, “Uh, sure! You guys haven’t seen one tenth of the sexy and evil temptations I have in store!” She glanced at Dylan, her enthusiasm returning, “And you, you’re going to spend your eternity pinned between my toes, trapped tied against the thong of my sandal as my personal foot slave!”

“Looking forward to it,” Dylan said, giving her a mock salute.

“Soon you’ll regret this flippant attitude, worm!” Agara laughed, turning to Corinne, “and you… my very own angel maid! Once I find a way to corrupt you, it’s going to be so sweet!”

“You’re going to make me your maid?” Corinne asked with a frown, crossing her arms.

“Only until I think of something more suitably humiliating, one which will highlight how thoroughly I’ve corrupted you!” Agara shouted, stepping up on the balcony’s ledge. “You two haven’t felt the final temptation of Agara of Hell just yet!” with a final victorious laugh she leapt off the edge, her cackles echoing off the sterling silver buildings of the city of Heaven as she fell. Corinne peered over, and raised an eyebrow as, instead of impacting the ground, a portal full of fire and smoke opened up, smoothly sending Agara straight back to hell.

Damn, Corinne thought, that was actually pretty cool… She turned back to Dylan with a smile.

“She sounds eager,” he remarked. “She can’t really corrupt us, can she?”

“I keep telling you, we’re in the clear,” Corinne laughed, “if anything hanging out with us will probably put her on some kind of path to being a better person, or demon, I guess. She’s barely evil as it is.”

…

“So that’s why I need a day pass up to heaven,” Agara said, smiling at Samara as she concluded her report on the “mission” to the rival afterlife.

Samara drummed her fingers on her desk, breathing out slowly, “Agara,” she began, “it sounds like you went up there and had kinky magical sex with this human for a few hours, I don’t think he was tempted to any acts of evil at all, then to add insult to injury the Angel was apparently kinkier than you?”

Agara gulped, squirming in the chair as her supervisor glared at her, “T-That’s part of my plan,” she explained. “I’m luring the angel and her human into being more prideful, and more vain, since I’m going to compliment their sexy bodies so much?” It was a longshot, but she felt her heart flutter in excitement as a smile formed on Samara’s face.

“Devious,” the elder demon purred, “I love it! I’ll get your paperwork in order, I’ll get you a job delivering the devilled eggs up there every morning, it’ll provide a convenient excuse for you to go cloudside whenever you need to.”

Samara laughed evilly, and a moment later Agara joined in, already making plans for her next “temptation” of the two denizens of Heaven.

…

Corinne flexed her feet, letting Dylan really drive his thumbs hard along her soles as he gave her one of his regular foot rubs. The pair had decided they’d had enough adventures in the pocket dimension for the day, and had opted to simply relax on the couch, watching the sunset.

“Good work,” the angel purred, “I think you’ve earned a reward.”

Dylan didn’t have time to answer before he found himself at an inch tall, looking up at the angel as she slowly lifted herself up, her halo glowing with excitement as she brought the toes of her foot over him, wiggling them playfully as the digits descended.

With a grunt, Dylan was plucked up like a pebble, slowly lifted over Corinne’s sandal, and then dropped onto it. A second later her soft sole slid over him, pinning him warmly against the leather as she walked to the balcony, enjoying the way his tiny body felt beneath her foot. As always each step squeezed him tight, causing him to gasp for breath and marinating him in the rich vanilla scent that seemed to cling to the angel. By the time she’d stopped at the edge of the balcony to watch the last rays of the sunset, he’d managed to force his way out to catch them too, and the pair enjoyed the day’s last light together.