Long Division

She was undone by those words. She came without warning, digging her heels into the back of his thighs. Close. He had to be close in that moment. Her inner muscles milked at him. The ancient tapestry was undone as well. Centuries of history was ruined as it slid down to curl against her trembling shoulders, soiled by oozing juices. Amazingly, to Abby anyway, Locke's hips continued to powerfully churn. With each slap of his hips back into her gripping need more fluid spattered out. Just as she was sliding down from her breathless plateau Abby was overwhelmed by fast spreading and liquid heat. It successfully invaded her core and from there felt as if it seeped into her very blood. Back into orgasm she was cast, joining with Locke into crying shrill. Her body had been turned into a fine tuned sex machine thanks to her cousin and the succubus. Locke, however, knew how to really drive her as if they were part of a formula-one racing team instead of lovers.

Lovers.

She liked the idea of that. Even as her legs loosened her arms wrapped tight around his shoulders. She knew this feeling was going to fade with her aftershocks and that depressed her like nothing else could. Her nails scratched lightly at his shoulders. "Sorry about the tapestry."

A chuckle worked its way out of Locke's throat as cold sweat slicked his skin. "It can be repaired or if you like left in this state as evidence of our coupling."

His archaic way of speaking always lent him a special sort of charm in Abby's heart. Locke was just like the classical Gothic heartthrob of novels she had grown up on, the men she first lusted after. Now he was hers... at least for a few more minutes. In the modern hookup society she didn't expect anything to come of this. Her insides felt ravaged and just a mess. She was glad that his cock was still wedged in her so it would not come spilling out. "I'll take it with me, to hide the evidence."

"Splendid." He lapped salt from her neck.

"Splendid."

"Do we have to go back to the party?" Abby sighed and nibbled along the line of his strong shoulder. Oh he was pleasantly sculpted. Her tongue matched his actions.

"Yes, alas. Once my legs work again. We shall have to get you panties."

"I am sure that you have boxers I can use." She countered. He merely mmm'ed in agreement with the idea. What man didn't fancy a woman wearing his clothes after being rumpled by hard sex?

*****

Belle watched the pudgy man scribbling away with a sense of growing awe. It wasn't a feeling was not unknown to the demon princess. Many of those men that Pi visited each time she visited Creation had become great figures of history. They were given the power to change the very world. Yet, she had never seen one so very consumed by it as Eddie. The stroke of his pencil across paper was so very fluid, almost ecstatic as the minutes ticked by. They had ceased speaking some time ago. Now she was not even sure if he knew that she was still present. The most odd was how Eddie would look up and study empty air before adding something else to the circle of his work.

That was how the arithmetic was laid out, instead of in straight lines. The proofs were built within one another, or overlapping at the oddest tangents of their circumference. Belle now studied the emptiness before Eddie. Her flesh pebbled but not out of pleasure. There was... something there. Whatever Eddie was seeing in his fugue was almost tangible. She reached out and brushed her fingers against his temple and felt a jolt slip up her arm and her breath caught. The creative spark within the American had a tangible frequency to it that threatened to consume her constructed being. Metal bones pulsed as it curled closer to her heart and the Frenchwoman shuddered, almost sputtering "Mon Deiu" if not for her infernal nature. Belle recoiled to her feet and considered what to do. Her inhuman nature started to bleed color form her skin. Such raw potential could do so much for the sake of idle progress if only molded it properly. She wanted to take him by the reigns and set him onto that path. Her mind was still filled with ideas of how to promote sloth through teleportation. Fear kept her in check in this moment, fear of the spark within him. It reminded her of the way her maker spoke of his Maker.

Belle shuddered. "Eddie?"

He didn't answer her but instead aligned several sheets together. Then he turned holding them up to the light so he could see the circles overlaid. A small ah-hah popped out of him and he slid trying to reach his laptop. Instead he planted his face right into the blonde's bust. Not even the drag of supple flesh just the other side of thin fabric woke Eddie from his reverie. Belle gasped – half in surprise – as he slid around her to the machine. She supposed she might have herself to blame for that, after all they distracted men from what really was important. His fingers pattered down keys, flipping through programs before frantically setting up a render of what concept consumed him.

"My Génial, what is it that is going around in that handsome head of yours?" Belle was more forceful when she spoke this time. She even went as far as to slink behind the mortal and rest her crossed forearms across his shoulders. One thing that pleased her about the chubby fellow was how sturdily he was actually built. For emphasis she pressed a kiss to the top of his noggin.

The question, or the kiss, must have gotten through to Eddie. For her part Belle was blinked as something akin to static electricity coursed through her from the point of contact. The mathematician cleared his throat and spoke. "Well. If the universe is nothing more than an emanation, like a spectrum of colors off of a prison, yet solid. Mmm. It would built itself on layers that are just enough out of sync they cannot see one another. Yet they are all close enough, or I guess related by origin so they have an effect on one another. Perhaps some of the weaker forces transmit though from layer to layer, like gravity. Though, then they couldn't be called weak forces. I can see the way that they align sometimes."

"They?"

"The sigils." With all the fine motor control of a tripped-out hippie Eddie gestured to the empty air before him. He then went about tracing the orbit of something only he could see... until it started to take shape before Belle's eyes as well.

In a fit of rare horror the devilish princess recoiled from her lover's back. More symbols tore through the comfortable veneer of reality like earthworms driven to the surface by violent rain. What was even worse was that they were undulating like living things too. She covered her mouth as they started to swirl on lazy axis and form circles. Eddie was studying them for the moment before tapping away and modifying the equations he was inputting.

"Like a lattice that creates itself. That would be my guess. Each refraction is just as real as the one before it. Just as real as the one after it. As the progression continues they become more complex but in the end there is one strand that runs through and connects them. Or... it is the energy that makes the hologram. The light behind the shadow puppet... " The man didn't realize he was rambling.

Belle did and she folded her arms with a shiver before turning her head away. The icons didn't make a lick of sense to her. She was a creature of technology and progress – not barbarism. She wondered if Eddie had some sort of contagious insanity. Her tongue brushed across fine lips. There was tug of war between Belle's need to shake him from reverie and her drive to mire the world in fresh creations.

"But where does the light come from. Likewise what is the light? If there is nothing binding it together then how do they interact with one another? I have to be missing something." Eddie continued to mumble.

Unable to resist the lithe woman turned her eyes back to the free floating madness. She could see what he was saying now. It was obvious the slowly orbiting layers were meant to fit together. How, now that was the question. They were red like blood, liquid on the surface but not seeping anything. What exactly was Pi trying to do with this human? Never in all the centuries she had been stealing away prizes from Pie Thighs was there anything like this. It had the stench of magic to it, but still everything moved like gears, or the sweet majesty of math.

"Eddie, what are they?"

"I... I don't know." He stared at the rotating shapes and then down at the screen. With a hiss of bubbling rage he pushed the computer hard, sending it sliding almost over the opposite edge of the great table. Papers were scattered in a tide. "I don't know."

After a moment of hesitation the Frenchwoman reached out and lightly grazed her painted nails against his shoulder. She took a step closer and focused on the unknowable. Her stomach knotted up. "Have you told Pi, or what is her name, Abigail about this?"

"No." He rubbed at his eyes and considered clawing at them.

"She wails like a cat when fucked." Tangent interjected. The off-white cat was half-way through rippling glass when she spoke. Her tiny head focused on the pair and whiskers twitched. There wasn't even the smell of sex in the room. This had to be something dire. "What the hell are you two staring at? Is he stoned again?"

The rude beast's interjection broke Eddie free from insanity. In the instant he focused on reality the floating icons winked out of existence. The change was so sudden that Belle gasped before rubbing at her eyes in a delicate fashion. She started at the now empty air before a look of contempt blossomed on her lovely face. "They are gone."

"What are gone?" Tangent asked as she jumped onto the table and looked for paper to lay on. Such was second only to sunbeams whenever she was stuck with four legs. Her tail lazily flicked as she inspected the two of them.

Eddie turned and looked up at Belle. His eyes were

bloodshot as if he'd spent all night at a kegger. He groaned and rubbed at the back of his neck. "You saw them?"

"Oui." Belle raised one thin brow as she looked from him to the curious imp. Really, it came as no surprise that her assistant couldn't see what she'd witness. After all Tangent hadn't touched Eddie in the moments of his reverie. She had and now she was chilled all the way down to her iron bones. What exactly had Eddie tapped into? Without any seduction in mind the infernal pressed forward and leaned over Eddie. The small range of her cleavage was warmed by his breath, but Belle managed to ignore the feeling. Instead she flipped through the four renders to explore them before pulling back. While it wasn't all Greek to her what Eddie was aiming at for the moment was above her pay grade. After a light pull of her top she curled into the chair next to him. "Do you recall setting any of that up? It all, well, it is breathtakingly complex."

"I... " Absently Eddie reached out and petted along the once-white cat's spine. Tangent purred despite herself and leaned into the affection. She had no want for anything sexual with the mortal like the other two lady demons though. She had her Aphie and that was enough. Eddie blinked. "I sorta of do. It's like trying to remember a dream."

Tangent fell onto her side as she was in terrible need of tummy rubbings. "You two are starting to wig me out. Can you tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Later." Bell promised with a short nod. After brushed sun-spun strands away from her eyes she focused on the mathematician. "This has happened often?"

After a nod Eddie told her of the previous times in quiet details. He explained that he'd not told Pi and while he spoke to a warlock of some esteem on the matter, that didn't help either. Part of him was frightened, of course. With each passing day, though, he felt himself compelled to continue to work on this idea. "Has anything ever happened like this ever happened to those Pi has helped?"

"Non. Not that I know of anyway." The blonde stated simply, then nibbled on her lower lip. "Every one of her charges have not tried to change the world but tried to define it with cold hard math. This... this feels like some sort of magic to me. I mean it has the guise of math, but."

He found he didn't like the way the woman's brow crinkled with worry. On impulse he reached out and curled a hand around hers and squeezed. It was but a small display of reassurance. It was then and there that Eddie decided Bellephagoria was not as evil as Pi thought. There was some sort of bad blood between them, sure. Perhaps that fence could be mended. Then again he'd already accepted one devil into his life, along with a witch. One more vile woman couldn't hurt, right? He traced a finger along her pulse.

What went unsaid forced Belle to relax. Warmth chased away her worries as she started at his simple smile. There was something big afoot here and Eddie was the focal point of it. He was so unlike all the others that had been under Pi's wings. The tenderness so causally offered to her was unexpected and it caused a blush to stain her cheeks. She turned her head down to hide it under curtains of pale gold.

Tangent caught it though and kitten sneezed in disgust. It was up to her to break up whatever sort of moment this was. So she caught Eddie's other hand with her claws and rewarded his kind pets with the application of tiny teeth. As planned the man recoiled with a start and nearly fell out of the chair. She managed just a slip of a cat smile before having to dash down the length of the table scattering papers everywhere. Her mistress would be angry with her for some time, but it had to be done. She heard a stream of French curses chasing after her but kept skittering with all the speed her four legs could manage. The transformed imp sprung off of the table and hit the ground running. In the next instant Tangent was through the door into the kitchen.

Whatever was at hand had been thrown at the cat, but the remains of Eddie's bagel bounced off of the door. The tender moment was ruined and Belle hovered between relief and fury. She brushed crumbs from her hands and set her hands on her hips. Oh that imp was going to get it later. Like all demonic mistresses she could tug on the ties that bind and demand Tangent come back to her. Though. that wasn't the sort of relationship that they had. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." Eddie licked at his wounds. "She didn't quite draw blood. I guess that they act like cats when they look like them."

"Cats and imps, I am convinced, share a common ancestor." Belle's laugh rang out, light and airy before she took two steps and fell into his lap. She tipped her head back, exposing exquisite throat and letting her hair drape over his shoulder. After a wiggle she got comfortable. "This is very serious business though. Shall I kiss it and make it better?"

In a moment of weakness he offered out his hand. "I know. Very serious. I don't really even understand what I'm working on. I just think... I know it's important."

"Then I shall aid you with it as I may, you have my word. I will even try to stop fighting with Pi." Belle sounded doubtful at the end of her statement. She wrapped both of her small hands around his and lifted it to take a look. The cat scratch was hardly bad at all. The tip of her soft tongue snaked out to brush against it slowly. "I am honored you told me." Instead of confiding in Pi. It made her feel, well, extra special. She ran her wet muscle along the outer edge of his forefinger. Without another word slipped the digit into the warmth of her mouth. The Frenchwoman hollowed her cheeks and pulled slowly on the captured flesh. At the same time, even though emphasis wasn't needed, one of her hands lowered down to the front of Eddie's pants. She raked her nails over the front of his jeans.

Right now she didn't want to think on the oddity she witnessed any longer. It put unfamiliar unease into the pit of her stomach. As Belle figured it having a belly full of steaming man juice would wipe away that feeling. She let the finger go with a husky sort of breath, and then teased it with her teeth. "Génial.I need you in my mouth, my throat."

"I thought you weren't here to seduce me." Eddie moaned and pressed his hips to her hand. The floral scent that rose off of her pale skin was welcoming. Truth be told he was terrified as well and couldn't bring himself to look at the scattered papers. Nor could he bear to look at the laptop as it worked away. Somehow... in a way he could not explain, he knew this was going to lead to something horrifying. Eddie just couldn't stop himself.

"Psh, a woman has every right to change her mind. You should know this by now."

*****

Ivy's room was far more girlie than Pi expected.

There were of course the requisite NIN, The Clash, and The Sex Pistols posters on the walls. Splashed up there too was an MLP poster and several dried flowers that had to have come from school dances. One creamy white case was full of books for those that dabbled in science – the other stuffed animals and expensive dolls. The four poster bed was probably older than the manor and the computer on ivory-hued desk bleeding edge. Its screen saver apparently never shut off, nude women scrolling across one after another. Ivy plainly was not shy about her sexuality and an open appreciation of the female form.

This was plainly evident because she'd already pulled Pi's dress from her with a hungry growl and let it pool at the sultry woman's feet. Pi pressed back on the tip of her cute little toes and let herself drop to sit on the edge of the bed. Oh, the satin bedspread was very nice against her tush. Her generous curves jiggled as she watched the punk rock girl. No words were said, she simply bade Ivy to strip with a slow motion of one finger and smoldering look. The lesbian obeyed with a coy little smile. It wasn't that the succubus had bewitched Ivy. The young woman's fiery desire had asphyxiated all other thoughts. Lust was often more powerful than any enchantment and lingered longer than any drug. Pi wasn't worried one bit about what this tryst might bring for the future. Plainly the coupling to come was something driven by pure brazen need, nothing emotional.

It was just what the infernal needed today.

Ivy shimmied from the prim dress, which might as well have been a straight jacket to her. There was a moment where double-sided tape tugged at the flesh of her a-cup chest. By the time it was removed the pale pink nipples had peaked. As boney as the blonde was she was surprisingly toned, perhaps wiry was a better word. Ivy's muscles were hidden by just the right amount of softness. She paused when she got to her hips and looked down with hooded eyes at her own crotch. A show was made of revealing red thong first before the dress fell away. She took a slow step forward, sliding on the ball of a foot. One of her thumbs hooked at the underware's thin band and pulled it aside, teasing. "You are so unbelievably hot, Eloise."

"Why thank you." A purr followed the words as the demoness slid further back onto the bed. Her legs went straight out and she hooked her feet behind Ivy's thighs to pull her closer. The women's gazes didn't meet. Oh no, Pi's dark gaze remained on the forbidden fruit being peeled. "More."

The feminine fiend's demand pulled a husky sigh from Ivy's throat. She nodded and glanced to the other strap as she pulled it away from her English-pale flesh. From there it was just a matter of tugging and letting her shaved cunt gleam with liquid desire. She slid the thong along to the point where it gravity could do most of the work. By the time she was at the edge of the bed and leaning into Pi's embrace she didn't have a shed of clothes on her. Her hands went right to Pi's thighs and then slowly slid up, enjoying every inch of the plush curves presented to her. "Breathtaking."