Since that fateful encounter and with each and every occassion her cousins had their turn (and paid her very generously to boot, Vera especially, suprisingly),Joy has been going over the spell that allowed her to live out her greatest fantasy. She longed for more and more of her imp master, so many restless, sleepless nights bordering on insomnia knowing all too well she'd simply wake up cumming from her reoccuring wet dreams. Oh sure it wasn't any problem to use the ritual again whenever she wanted, even aside from times when the other girls wanted for using it themselves, seriously Vera seemed to take a shine as much as she had to that sweet little stud possum Especially after what went down with Vanna and Verity recently, that seemed to really motivate the cinnamon roll but Joy herself, personally she just felt that...maybe, the spell could be improved with one or two minor adjustments, just enough to truly ensure she got the most out of it.

That night had been amazing but as much she could’ve had herself any and every occasion she would have to time to call him up, she hadn’t yet as personally she felt it could be even better if it could last longer and something told her that she was going to need more than a bigger candle. It seemed Satan, Lucifer or whoever had heard her lustful prayers of course as she had soon found contact someone online who also had her own encounter with the imp, GothPiggySlayer2K (aka notorious gaming streamer, Gaz Membrane), who had used the same ritual as her .The pair had come across one another on a message board and started to bond via private back and forth chat dms and emails, sharing the juicy details (video included) of their erotic Moxxie sessions which even saw then establishing a forum and discord channel solely dedicated to the Ritual that made it possible. With members to follow only of course pending exclusive approval, aiming to spread this little happymaker like a sexual chainletter, after all there was no way this woildnt catch in if it hadn’t already.

But digression aside Gaz agreed that she wanted it to last just a little more longer, so many sleepless nights riding the phantom sensations lingering from Moxxie’s cock. So of course the Satanic and ever sadomasochistic Herron met up with the gamer girl at her place and got right to work trying to figure out a solution to their mutual problem and after some experiments, they finally found a way to do so. Using the same wax as the candles to make an electric candle, so long as the candle is powered the ritual will still go, at least in theory so there was one only way to know for sure that it could work in practice. So Gaz and Joy made the necessary preparations and set up the Ritual per the usual way before they soon summoned Moxxie, the new electric candle in effect as the Herron Goth pounce embracing and kissing her imp master lovingly and eager to have her fun.

Moxxie meanwhile understandably briefly panicked when he sees it’s none other than Joy but takes a quick breath to calm himself down, knowing he has improved his stamina since last time. To say the least given how many times he’d been with some of her relatives between now and their first time time together as the goth Herron stripped and assumed a pose on her hands and knees. Presenting herself as she looked over her shoulder then asked Moxxie to command her, eager to be his submissive little plaything which made the imp feel little uncomfortable as he always felt sex and pleasure should be two fold but even Gaz wants to see Moxxie take charge. The gamer girl making her presence known as she looked eager to see him take charge as much as she was down to fuck, the imp deciding to relent and oblige them as he sets up his phone to record, knowing Millie will want to see this before he then took leash and collar to both goth girls and started to give orders to them.

This whole thing naturally soon lead to Moxxie becoming more comfy taking control before he got down to the wild parts, starting off by placing a now equally nude Gaz on the ground and railing her as Joy sat on her face to then stinging the demonic Herron up by the ceiling and railing her from behind as the membrane babe rested nearby. To the two bustsy, thicc goths trapping Moxxie in Marshmallow Heaven as he is wrapped in their large melons or having Gaz smother him with her juicy gamer girl booty cheeks, sensually biting her lip as she thought of doing the same at times to her brother. Gaz could barely keep up at first with both of their staminas and a times almost found herself passed out on the floor bet her thirst and desire to be close and intimate with imp motivated and riled her up, hugging him from behind as she kissed and made out with Moxxie while head hammering away at Joy doggy style. With her hands cuffed to the posts of the bed while his own were playing with her piercings or tugging on her leash, choking her much to her twisted delight and arousal as he called her all kinds of demeaning names.

While she was riding the pleasure and pain train to satisfaction avenue in Bonetown, Joy couldn’t help but feel her twisted, kinky vision play out in her warped mind of her family life with their imp daddy as their king bull daddy of the household. Her Aunts Jane and Veronica with cousin Jen as the on hand sex pets set to be his personal cock onhaoles, Jacqui cam girl and cosplay aficionado and Jena the short stacked spoiled brat as his loyal little moneymakers, ready to fill his bank accounts and have their wombs loaded with his demonic seed. Vanessa and Valentina the creepy twins, the long legged Amazon Vivian and Vera fully booty dreamer alongside her as his devoted brides of darkness, willing to offer their souls bare as many children for him as great aunt Vanna. To think Hell would gift them with such a stud after the sole remaining Herron man not in prison up and left, too scared of his heritage and the responsibility which came with it but his loss was their lord and master Moxxie’s gain.

After one final, orgasm Joy finally loses consciousness which left Gaz the sheer rapture of having some one on one time with the imp who proceed to give her a similar mind shattering climax. Carefully placing the now comatose and blissfully smiling goth babes side by side and tucking them in, he was puzzled and wondering why he wasn't back in hell yet as it felt like he’d been here longer than Ritual candle woild usually last on average. As he went to get his phone, Gaz secretly reached for the electric candle, switching it off just as he got his cell and his clothes before he was back in Hell, sweet Hell. The gamer girl smiling at a successful experiment and dreaming alongside joy sweet sexy dreams of their imp dsddy…snd the future fun to come

Later on Joy woulc check that the secret livestream she’d sent of the sessions to her family members went as successful as the candle experiment, with a certain select few now wanting Moxxie for themselves more so particularly a certainly bootylicious cinnamon roll. Meanwhile Millie would take a copy of the recording he made and sent it to Mr. Sketch who sees potential in the ladies, especially Joy as he checked a file he’d compiled on her and her family. The flaming skullheaded enigma narrowed his eyes as he’d recalled one time he’d scouted Jon Herron…then decided to drop it because the guy got on his nerves, talk about wasted potential.

However his ever capable personal assistant Daria dropped quite a bombshell when she came along and brought him a book of records and files from Hell’s archives and handed it to him. Seems there was something of peculiar interest in regards to the Herron family and even the Kites by proxy as he accepted and read the pages of interest. If he had a jaw in this form, it’d be dropping at what he was reading as it proved to really put the nature of those women into context. Reaching for his phone as he dialled and waited for it to be answered, greeted by the voice of a certain king of Lust.

Mr.Sketch:”Ozzie hey there so….let me just say….WHAT,THE,FUCK?!!”

On earth in no time at all, Gaz and Joy’s private forum and discord would gain major steam and following as like minded goth girls flocked to it or brought in friends who if they hadn’t used the Ritual before hand? It’d be their rite of passage as an initiation test and became unofficially known as the Online Cult of the Red Possum with its ranks including the very person who’d discovered and started spreading the summoning ritual online to begin with. But that was a story for another time among a few others of course and believe you me, it’s a doozy. And the Cult wouldn’t be solely online for long as it’s unofficial wings would soon spread offline in no time.

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Off Script

We find ourselves facing the opening view of a camera recording live, giving us a shot of what seemed like a typical office, the sort befitting a high ranking class executive. The likely owner a titanic violet furred demon catwoman sitting comfy like a queen on her throne with her form barely contained by a stylish suit as she enjoyed the high quality view. Idly swishing her scotch glass in the grasp of her clawed, immaculately manicured hands as she seemed to be awaiting for someone to arrive sooner rather than later. This hellcat is known as Brittany and as one can tell from her body language, she was always on top and always ready to let other people know about it, if not remind them about that fact.

An intercom on her mahogany desk buzzed before she pressed the button to allow her secretary to speak, a meek voice informing her that the intern had arrived per her request or rather demand. The feline diva grinning a fang baring grin as she responded to send him in and prepared to grace this insignificant bug with a chunk of her time and attention, turning her chair around to greet him as he entered. Revealing to viewers that the unlucky sap she was looking ready to toy with was none other than Moxxie who understandably looked like he was walking the Green Mile, making it clear in his own body language that he was aware enough of his employer's reputation to know he was doomed. Standing stiff as a board but shaking enough to show he was plenty nervous as he awaited the beast's sure to be acidic verbal tirade.

Brittany:"Consider yourself lucky to be here, hell if anything you're blessed to even step foot in MY office but just to remind you what's going to happen here. I'm going to break you, little man and you can rest assured I'll savour each moment of it when it comes to a wretched little nobody like you."*The she-hemoth taunted, seduction and confidence to the point of arrogance in her tone as she shifted her legs ala Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct except she was flashing and showing off her black lace thong. Sneering and smirking at the poor little horned possum as he did his best to shift his eyes away yet knew he dare not make it look like he was avoiding her eye contact. The Hellcat executive feeling her ego boosted and stroked as she took a swig of her scotch before resuming her rundown to the intimidated imp.*"You're not here because I think you have potential but because you can be some of amusement to me, so don't go thinking just because you can vainly try to claw your way between my thighs that you can earn yourself a full-time contract here little man. You're here to ease my boredom and it takes something more practical to make me feel anything but that....but first thing's first...."* She stuck out one of her long, powerful legs as she dangled and dropped off her sharp, onyx pitch black high heeled shoe to expose her stocking clad foot.*"Rub my feet and massage my leg...do a good enough job and you can get to literally kissing my ass if that's all you're good for......"

Moxxie was clearly no stranger to being in the presence of and pushed around by women bigger and stronger than him his character giving off the vibe that made it known he was damned if he did or didn't. Stand up for himself and the boss lady would have his ass thrown out or do as he was told and do it right or he'd lose any shot or chance of getting a fulltime paying job here. So he accepted his fate and got to work massaging her feet, the she-devil purring as she had to admit he had some pretty decent technique compared to even the finest spas she'd attended in her idle downtime. Her sadistic glee only growing as he then planted kisses before making his way along her calves and shins to her juicy hips and thighs, tempting him with what laid between the latter.

Yet if Britannia had to say, to this puny little intern imp’s credit, he knew his place but damn he was actually getting kind of wet as she found herself spreading her legs before she knew it. Soon filling her office with deep thrusted moans and growls as grasped those horns, pushing and pressing him deeper against her thin clad snatch to feel thst gifted tongue work it secret magic. Raw ecstasy and bliss running through her massive frame with her clothes soon flying off of her as it was feeling way too damn not all of a sudden. And the little imp with the magic tongue was way too overdressed in her opinion.

The next thing she knows, she was back flat on her desk howling her head off in wanton orgasmic abandon and naked save for her stockings as Moxxie had her pinned down in a mating press. Her violet furred asscheeks clapping as those heavy balls of his smacked against them, inches of his length and girth sliding and plowing into the embrace of her sloppy, horny snatch. Her face and tone of voice a total 180 from the domineering sadist moments prior now little more than a bitch in heat as she hollered for the imp to fuck her deeper and harder. The camera picking up the visible sign of glowing pink hearts in her eyes and the expression on her face that just screamed ahegao.

It was becoming quite the spectacle with Brittany little more than a bitch in heat, allowing Moxxie to assert total control over her as he turned her office into his personal porno playground. From taking her from behind as she was pressed up against the window, her tits rubbing against the cool glass to going into a downward dog. Urging him to slap her ass before her arms and legs gave out and she was soon frontflat on the floor getting it prone bone, ass jiggling eith every impact of his pumping pelvis. Th pair showing no signs of slowing down in the slightest in this marathon of primal lust, lost in their own world snd forgetting set crew watching and shooting on this as it played out before them. The Enigmatic SFP head honcho, Mr.Sketch himself, simply sat in his director's chair, watching the stunning display before him along with the rest of the production crew on set. Who all looked in awe and befuddlement, the female members of staff particulary with lust, at the sight of Brittany of all people getting completely dominated like this. To say it was a rare feat was an understatement, this had seriously never even happened before now and yet here it was being captured on film. The flaming skullheaded bossman's personal assistant blinked as she looked back and forth between the scene before them and the script, leaning towards her employer.

Daria:"Uhm sir....."*The demon gorgon girl whispered, careful not to be picked up by the sound crew's mics. Carefully nuding his broad shoulders as she pointed to the script she had in hand.*"Not to nitpick here but this says she's meant to be topping and dominating him, this was meant to be a femdom office lady scene...."*Her boss looked her way, as he accepted and looked through the script before handing it back to her. Watching him resume his pose of contemplation as he made framing gestures with his hands like he was examining a piece of artwork in progress before him.*

Mr.Sketch:"Then we run with it, all the rare like to throw in a little improv now and then. Who doesn’t enjoy the idea the scary dominatrix CEO becoming her intern's devoted sex kitten? Nothing is hotter than a well played subversive porn trope like that...besides, you want to tell her to stick to the plan?"*Daria noded in understanding, it was a fair enough point and Brittany was looking way too into the mood right now to give a rat’s ass about the script. Simply resuming her place by his side as the director leaned towards his man camera girl and whispered to her in kind.* “Make sure to get some good shots of her O face, viewers love a good ahegao. And don’t forget some choice angles of the little guy’s dick, want to give the female fans their wet dream fuel after all…” *His ever able and handy camera girl Miki nodded in understanding as she adjusted the lens view as instructed. Hot Damn she always loved her job but Moxxie just really made her bring her A game, they hadn’t had a rookie run this good in a while since they can last recall....,*

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Solid Mirage

Among the many distinct nobles of the Ars Goetia, few were considered as much of a hassle to put up with than the one known simply as Mirage. With good reason mind you of course for you see she was what most would consider a borderline force of chaos, prone to commiting many deeds in the living world often for her own personal amusement. Most rumours abounded as to what moments in history could be chalked up to her or whether or not she was being truthful about them. Pompeii, Atlantis, some rumours abounded that she was the source and cause of what brought God's wrath down upon Sodom and Gomorrah as well as Babylon, suffice to say she was not someone you wanted to cross or take notice of you.

But of course that was just what Stella's fop of a brother, that annoying icy peafowl was counting on as Andrealphus had called in a favour with the feline demon. Seems the pompous twerp had thought his sister had some major dirt on Stolas that he felt could be of use and value in giving her an egde in the divorce proceedings besides the fact the owl had been getting frisky with an imp. Okay so maybe Stella wasn't as vindictive about it and not been keeping in touch as much since she for some reason had dediced to, in his own words, slum it up with an imp of her own but damnit that didn't mean she couldn't do him a solid and get him ownership of all Stolas' resources and wealth!! Not that Mirage cared either way, she was always just looking for an excuse to have some fun and deciding to grace Imp city with her presence.

How delightfully drole and amusing it was just walking down the streets, passers-by and onlookers freaking out in varying ways with one demon pouring gasoline and setting himself on fire. Until she arrived at the quaint little rundown looking apartment Stella was slumming it at though it seemed to have gained a few extra storeys and renovations before she knocked and had the peafowl woman answer and grace her with an answer. To say the look of surprise and confusion on her face was funny was an understatement, made the chaotic cat wish she had a camera just to commemorate it as she got to explaining the point of her visit. Mainly and namely just who in all the 9 circles was this measly little imp and what was so special about him that Stella was willing to just let bygones be bygones with Stolas and his...frivolities for lack of a better word with his own clown.

So of course Stella felt the better way to explain was more to show rather than tell as she made arrangements to show Mirage first hand her reasons why. Which was how the feline Goetian demon found herself sitting in the living room with none other than Moxxie sitting across from her. The poor little guy was understandably looking like he was set up to be lynched on a hangman's podium and Mirage was the noose about to go around his neck as he glanced at Stella and Millie peeking through the door as they simply smiled and flashed him thumbs up to wish him luck. He couldn't believe that he was going to have to do what he had to with Mirage, who seemed equal parts bored and impatient, no doubt unimpressed that THIS was what all the fuss was about and that if Moxxie didn't start making with whatever magic he had, well.....terrible things would happen.

So of course in for a penny, in for a pound, Moxxie steeled his nerves as he offered humbly to give Mirage a foot rub which amused the elite demoness as she gracefully stuck out one of her long, luscious legs to oblige him. Only to widen her jade green eyes as she felt the imp get to work as her body began to tingle with a rush of bliss, feeling herself practically unwind and melt under his skilled hands. Shuddering, twitching and barely holding in any gasps or moans before Moxxie went and started planting kisses on her feet, making his way up her silky furry leg as he massaged and kissed way to her hips and thighs. The blueblood chaos demon couldn't believe a damn imp of all things was making her feel so good and....she was actually welcoming this...treacherous affection!! She was an elite class figure who toyed with any bedmates as playthings for her own pleasure alone and yet.....this audacious little possum was so bold and daring as to make her feel...well...like a woman!!

This train of thought had caused her to let her guard down which only gave Moxxie an advantage as he soon had his face under her skirt and between her thighs where she now found herself now experiencing his mouth and tongue eating her out. And oooh how she arched her back and curled her toes as pure sexual ecstasy flowed through her very being from head to toe, all the while her ego tried to rail against this and remind her that she was letting a damn imp have his way with her. Her libido on the other hand was speaking on a higher volume and telling her, stuff her pride and just enjoy feeling like a star in one of those trashy porn movies. Even if that Mr.Sketch guy did admittedly put out some pretty creative classy material for what amounted to smut of course....

Any other trains of thought the noble feline she-devil had were pretty much derailed from the fact she was getting the best damn fuck in forever since the last time she can recall. Surges of mindnumbing, unadulterated ecstasy and bliss running through her every nerves in every fibre of her being as she dug her claws into the material of the couch. Laying back with Moxxie mounted atop her as the imp pumped and thrust his big imp cock into her snatch with such speed that his hips were blurring. But really who could blame him given he was motivated by total scarousal here to being his A game to a high class elite demon who was said to have had a hand in the infamous siege of Troy...yeah it was hard to tell rumours and facts when it came to Mirage.....

But of course Stella and Millie never had any doubt in their minds about their man when it came to his ability to please any woman sexually, least of all an elite like Mirage. Made them shudder softly to even think what'd happen if they set him loose on Heaven all rabid and horny...to say nothing of the stray thoughts Stella had been having herself lately about indulging in porn as a hobby. And not as in collecting and watching every and any single skinflick Moxxie was in but actually, actively performing in it. It would certainly have its advantages, the obvious of which was busy being balls deep in Mirage as any low opinions or expectations she had were being shattered but not as intense as the orgasms on her mind.

Suffice to say that Mirage wasn't leaving that apartment until the next morning with quite a distinct limp in her step of course. As well as a very dopey little smile that it clear she was feeling so damn high right now as she came home to soak up in a nice cool tub of the richest creams and milks with some ice to sooth her deliciously sore body. Idly burshing off a phonecalll from Stella's pretentious icy windbag of a brother who was looking for any details in regerds to her investigative efforts. To which she simply told him his sister was a big girl who could make her own choices and was very happy right now with bigger and better things.

One of which made the feline demon shudder as she felt the phantom sensations rock her body from recalling the absolute pelvis bruising Moxxie had given her. Made her wonder how many other ladies in her social circle could maybe stand to get a good imp dicking to get those figurative sticks out of their asses and those silver spoons out of their mouths. Really for a chaos demon like her, there was no way she could pass up a chance to sow a little discord, honestly if anything the high society scene could be sooooo dull with all its soap opera nonsense. Plus who'd make a fuss about Stolas getting freaky with some imp when nearly every duchess and baroness would soon be getting some of their own.......

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Spider...DUST?!!

Now Angeldust would tell you personally, even if you didn't ask him that he was plenty of things people could and would accuse him of being and he'd say it with a sense of pride, naturally. A lush, a junkie, a homo, a drag queen and certainly more than a few unpleasant terms for the likes of him but especially a slut and a whore but given the psychotic pimp bastard he was stuck working for? Yeah small wonder booze, sex and drugs tended to be his escape at least for a time and yes, he can and has had some bad ideas and done a lot of equally stupid and crazy stunts but this? This had to be his craziest one yet but hey being horny and pent up did things for a guy, straight, gay or bi and it wasn't like this would get him in too much trouble...hopefully...

Assuming of course Charlie, Vaggie or Husker never found out about it, nevermind how fucking livid Valentino would be about it but hey when you were a thirsty drag queen whore like he was? Might maybe explain why he was swinging around on the border between Imp City and Pentagram town in a goddamn Spider-Man costume looking for the little dude that Hell's princess had on over for some fun way back. Okay so sue him, he was horny and it didn't help that Cherry-bomb had been sharing some of her purchases from Skullfuck productions, those Mysterious M movies were wet dream goldmines so here he was looking to find the little dude and surprise him. From what he'd heard through the grapevine, shake your ass just right his way and he'd be all on you like a fly on sugar and hey the costume had a purpose besides making his sexy self look even hotter.

It'd keep his identity hidden so that way Val wouldn't think he was trying to make moves with the competition, that moth was still sore about his last two bitches up and quitting on him. Besides which how many other spider-demons, hellborn or sinner, were there in the population of Hell anyway? But of course the rehabbing junkie paused that train of thought as he spotted his target entering the office building that was home to IMP and of course Verosika's personal recording studio, if ever opportunity was knocking well who was he to refuse her call like this? The cosplaying pornstar landing and chasing after, just in time to enter the elevator before it closed on him...leaving him all alone with the one and only Moxxie, who was looking pretty haggard, a cup of coffee in hand labelled Foxxie for some reason and a stack of papers in the other.

Now why was Moxxie looking so stressed you might ask wasn't a difficult query to answer as he was in the midst of having to sort through IMP's finances at the moment. Seems Blitz and Stolas hit a rough patch in their not quite relationship and well...broke up but not quite broke up..not that Verosika was surprised it happened. It was debateable whether or not they'd patch thigns up but right now Blitz was going through major post break up blues....by being very fucking reckless with the budget to a point that they were likely facing a goddamn financial apocalypse!! 2 weeks and a half weeks so far and he was ordering 100 of taxidermied owls to burn, wasted the pensions on fucking horse plates and was busy drowning his sorrows in ice cream, spray can cheese and binging Ghostfuckers!!

All the while sending their company into a fuckdamn downward spiral of bankruptcy which they might not recover from if he didn't sort out the goddamn accounting math but the numbers just weren't adding up!! He needed to vent big time or he'd snap and do something.....something...he didn't know what but damnit now he wondered if he had to be hallucinating or something because there was some sexy bitch in a Spider-man costume in the elevator with him. Was there a costume party going on he wasn't aware of, maybe some stripper or gigolo for one of the incu or or succu-bitches in Verosika's studio? Wait what if he was yet another pointless waste of the company's budget by Blitz, the damn emotional trainwreck?!!

Angel of course, ever one to not read the vibe or mood in a room when it came to someone's body language and state of mind, began pouring on the charm as he flexed and posed like the man-whore he was. It certainly helped his costume hugged his curves in all the right ways, especially highlighting his prominent chest so small wonder in the right sort of angles and lighting that you could pass him off for a woman in some cases. Shaking his obscenely naughty ass Moxxie's way as if tempting and courting the stressed imp whose brain was in a whole other place and set to go off like a ticking time bomb and he didn't know it. All the sinner knew for sure was one way or another, he was going to get his ass tapped and beat like a bongo drum, assuming he didn't have to drop further hints and starting sucking the imp's dick of course at this rate.

Well he got it and then some and ooooh did Angel never think it possible he could moan so deeply and sensually like that in such a way you'd really mistake him for a woman. More so given the major boner he was pitching as his dick was letting loose with jizz but really with how Moxxie's cock was hitting his prostate?! Small wonder as the imp currently had him bent over and pressed up against the wall, his six arms bracing their palms firmly against the surface to hold on for dear life. His manwhore bubble butt clapping those cheeks as there was a hole torn in that portion of his costume all the better for Moxxie's access as his pumped and thrust away like an erotic jackhammer.

It was a long elevator ride but really the fact Angeldust kept pressing the buttons to keep it going up and down might've helped with that as he wanted Daddy Moxxie here to keep going until he was satisfied. If he wasn't at least barely walking out of here numb and with a distinct limp than he was clearly not getting his own fill yet because hot damn this was a better high than any amount of booze or drugs....certainly a lot better than Valentino's slimey self for sure!! The cosplaying sinner pornstar riding the momentum as he welcomed Moxxie groping and having his way with his furry chest and his bubbly ass as he unknowingly became maybe the first guy Moxxie had ever been with sexually since his ex. But obviously the less said about that not missed shark scuzzbag the better......

After a couple orgasms more, Moxxie finally stepped out of the elevator, seeming a little less tense and perhaps a tad tranquil enough before the stress of this mathematical nightmare took hold again. Taking his leave on his way to work as he left Angeldust slumped in the corner exhausted, sweaty, sticky and feeling oh so damn good right about now. Managing to clean himself up and be a bit more presentable or as one could be in a Spider-Man costume with his bare ass showing. Exiting the elevator and the building to make his way back to the hotel and change out of it, after a quick shower or few of course.

The sinner of course paused mid-stride as he cut a short cut through an alley, finding his path blocked by the infamous She-Venom herself. The symbiote clad sinner looming over him, eye lenses narrowing as she leaned close, baring her fanged mouth in a snarl as she made an I'm watching you gesture at him. Never breaking eye contact as she crawled up the walls and was soon webswinging her way out and about Imp City as its unofficial lethal protector, content her Imp Prince Charming was safe and sound. Now Angeldust wasn't much into women far as anyone knew but he certainly had to say....that bitch was scary hot as all fuck.....