When in Pandemonium : The art of things (OC)

 Some people would call a blank canvas art, some people would say that a simple blank canvas was to represent how nothingness was art and the fact that this canvas was blank in a brand new and “powerful” way of saying it although you found that some people also turned out to be utter liars whilst they were at it. To you a blank canvas was a frustrating message that you had utterly failed as a artist, unable to create anything of meaning or technique and instead throwing your hands into the air and going “fuck it, I give up” and to you the postmodern interpretation of your form of artistry, specifically painting and sculpting, the old arts as you called them, was not actually part of painting at all. It was writing, people with glasses and terrible facial hair ranting and ranting and ranting on and on, leaving nothing to interpretation and praying the abstract without any concept was what the abstract actually was which meant they could simply splatter nothing on a canvas and bullshit their way into the industry.

Of course, you were not opposed to unconventional or art that deviated, Bacon’s Study after Velázquez's Portrait of Pope Innocent X was an amazing piece of art and the more praise you could heap upon Goya’s Saturn Devouring His Son the better. Either way, there was no getting around that you had a near crippling sense of art block moving across your mind and you had no way of breaking it in the slightest, with no muse being pleasing to paint, not any view or push against your canvas. Your brushes remained unsullied by paint for days now as you tried to figure out something, anything that would get your creative juices flowing again, something that allowed you  to think clearly again before you had finally thought of the one place that you could go : hell.

Several artists had been to hell and back, you knew that Bosch had personally been to hell to study the things he’d paint The Garden of Earthly Delights whilst Delville had been, seeing the rampant materialism there and had made the Treasures of Satan in disgust at it all. Others had even used parts of Hell itself as part of their work, The Anguished Man was supposed mixed with both the artists own blood and a vial of Satan’s blood with the rumors being Satan showed the artist his fate at the artists requested where, when seeing that he was to be forgotten, he made the painting and then killed himself. You figured things weren’t going to go that badly and for that you booked a trip into Pandemonium and went by submaplane for a weeks stay, booking yourself in a hotel named Deliciae terrenae.

You had spent the first day or so feeling rather optimistic about what you were going to find, walking around the various bars around the city to try and find an appropriate muse only to find that there was absolutely nothing that stood out. Nothing clicked in your brain like you wanted it too, you had to wonder if there was anything left of you as an artist at this point or maybe the artist spirit had moved on to the art you despised, leaving you to die in vapid shame as you would eventually find yourself sitting at the bar. The liquor was cheap and tasted just good enough to not have you spew it back out again in your sleep but there was still a twinge of bitterness to it as you drunk what was left of your Apollyon, a drink that you knew you were going to regret in the morning given how hard it was.

The bartender was giving you some strange looks with you noting the demon was notably bird-like in terms of the head and face, the large black eyes staring back at you as you would feel the heat of hell’s climate pushing against your skin. As the bird looked away you wondered how you could have spent three days here and come up with nothing, looking down at what was left of the shattered ices in your drink and shaking it around as you wondered if you should stay here or not. Maybe leaving would be the best idea, at least you’d be sleeping in your own bed instead of some other bed in the middle of the hottest cities in the realm before you’d hear the sounds of a set of fingers pushing against the table before you’d look over to see that a pair of demonesses had joined the show.

Your eyes would look to the younger demon first, the woman’s skin shining due to her rubbery complexion as well as being a deep purple, her snout pushing out across the air and huffing somewhat as you looked at the glowing eyes that were staring down at you, the orange light certainly adding to the light of her face as your eyes moved downwards. Briefly you glanced at the horns in the air before moving down to the rest of her body with you figuring that she was a succubus giving his large her tits were with you not being sure if her breasts were her real breasts or if she had some implants, a series of straps keeping her from being naked whilst also doing the bare minimum to keep herself from being naked. Either way your eyes moved down her thighs and legs, glancing up and down them as you would look at her tail, flicking around the air before you proceeded to look back at her, seeing the older woman in the background, her skin seeming leathery and her horns being larger and further moving into the air before the younger one would speak again.

“Well,hello there, handsome! What’s got you sitting by the bar and drowning yourself in booze?” She would say as she would sit herself down and grab ahold of your face, slowly moving your head over to her as she did so. “And how can we help put a smile on your face? Names Commeandè, by the way.” She said with a grin and a chuckle as you’d chuckle back, moving your hand to her wrist and proceeding to move it down to the bar, the woman still smiling as she would do so before you’d speak back to her.

“On that subject, my name’s Icia. We couldn’t help but notice you seemed pretty downtrodden and succubuses like us love to put a frown upside down, don’t we?” The elder woman would say, certainly having a rather elegant aging tone when she spoke to you as her younger companion would chuckle.

“Thanks but no thanks. I ain’t here to party, I’m here to see if the drink will ignite any creativity that’s still inside of me.” You would say, the women seeming somewhat confused as you’d go to explain what you meant by that. “I’m an artist, I paint stuff. I’ve been stuck in a rut for weeks now, I’ve been trying to think and think and nothing has been coming up.” You explained as the woman would chuckle back at you, the woman moving so that her entire body was facing you and proudly pushing out her chest as she would do so.

“Oh please, Handsome, why don’t you go ahead and maybe try out this body then. I think I’d make a killer model, don’t you think?” She asked as she would glide her hands across her body, her legs spreading further and further as she would do so. The older demon would move to her side as she did this with you admitting to yourself that she did have quite the alluring body but you were unsure that it would be able to capture the exact look of what you watched as you noticed that your eyes kept looking back to the other demon. This is something they both seemed to notice, the elderly woman moving forward and exchanging a wink with her duller eyes as the younger demon moved behind her, clutching either side of the robe that she was wearing as she did so.

The younger demon then opened up the robe of the older demon to reveal her aged body, her leathery skin moving down the entirety of her body with the skin seeming especially wrinkled across her neck, her arms and her stomach where it seemed to hang loosely from her body as you would look upon her breasts. They were sagging with age with you watching the skin strain against itself as you would do so, each breath that her aged body would make causing them to move across her skin slightly, a further moment down her flabby sides, observing the stretch marks that moved across her sides before you moved down her lower half, one of her hands resting against them and showing off her chipped nails. You’d look at her hole, seeing that it was ever so slightly open as your hands moved down her sagging thighs, the entire demon's body would be considered to be repulsive to most, repulsive to some but to you, she was exactly what you needed.

You noticed that her face would move into a grin with it seeming pretty clear that you were making some kind of pretty excited face as you gazed upon her, eventually moving off the stool before you’d speak to her again. “W-wow, I never realized they made demons like you down here in hell. It’s Icia, isn’t it?” You asked as the woman would chuckle back, the woman nodding as she would proceed to rest against the bar somewhat, the younger demoness giving her a wink as she would do so. “Great! Are you free tonight by any chance? If you come up to my room then you can come and star in my next painting.” She asked as she proceeded to try and say something, the younger demon pushing her head into the arena, starting to speak out of her young snout as she did so.

“Well, it seems you’ve certainly got quite the fine taste on you! You should be proud of yourself!” She said with a grin before she got up, the woman trotting along so she was at the side of the two of you before she would speak again. “Well, I’ll get going now, I don't want to intrude on the ol artistic process and all! Shall I go and meet back home with you later then, Icia?” She asked as she would lean herself on your arm, the older woman proceeding to lick her lips somewhat as she would do so.

“Sure thing, Commeandè! Now, go on and enjoy myself, leave me and our artist friend to it.” She said as the younger demon would leave, leaving you and the aging demon to each other as you moved her hands over to you, clutching your own in her older ones. “Now, why don’t you lead me to your studio and you can get to painting, handsome?” She asked as she would proceed to give you a wink with you moving her hand deeper against your own, your fingers locking with one another in the process.

“It would be my pleasure, Icia. Let’s get going, my dear.” You said as you would pick yourself off the chair, the woman lifting herself up and moving closer to  you side as she began to walk over to your room, leaving the bar and your nearly empty drink behind. You’d move her into the elevator, pressing the button for floor three and hearing as the elevator would make the sounds of humming and grinding before you heard the ear piercing ding, walking out of the elevator as you would do so. Eventually you’d walk her down the poorly made hall and into your bedroom, looking to your already set up easel and the fiendish blank canvas that had laid before it, a sofa laying at the other end of the room as you’d move the woman’s arm somewhat so that she could face you again.

“Sit on the sofa, my dear, I’ll just go and get my paints.” You said, the woman letting out a low chuckle as smoke would push across her mouth and nose.

“Sure thing, handsome.” She said as she moved over to the sofa, laying her body in a pose that she had no doubt done dozens of times, the woman undoing her rope as you opened up all your paint, beginning the process of your art. You’d take your time, both because you knew you had all night and the fact that you wanted to catch every single detail upon her body, every single stretch mark and wrinkle needing to be displayed into it for the viewer to truly appreciate the art that you were creating. You’d practice each stroke expertly, moving up and down the canvas and slowly watching as she would appear upon it with you being able to watch everything would slowly come together with you eventually completing the process and stepping back from it, turning the canvas to face her as she would let out an impressed huff.

“My, my, what impressive brushwork you’ve got there, handsome.” She said as she would walk over to the painting, placing her hand on top of it and gazing upon it as she would do so, examining the canvas a bit more. “All those details, so amazingly placed upon your work. I’m sure it’ll be a hit and I’m not just saying that because I’m in it.” She said as she proceeded to move away from the painting and next to you, the woman’s hands resting against her body as she would do so.

“Thank you very much, Iria. It was an honor to have you as my subject, now, sha-“ You said with you going to ask her wanting to be escorted back downstairs before she proceeded to clutch ahold of your arms, her claws digging into your skin somewhat. You’d then watch as she would drag you over to the bed, the sounds of her feet pushing against the ground before you watched her flop herself onto the bed with you quickly following and being dragged on top of her, resting against her elderly form somewhat as she did so. “Iria, what are you doing?” You asked her as you looked down at her face, seeing a flash of her lust before she would start speaking to you, a few puffs of smoke escaping her mouth as she would push her tongue being her teeth somewhat as she did so.

“Well, shouldn’t a man be compensated for such a beautiful painting?” She asked you as she would move her legs against your body, wrapping them around you somewhat as you considered what you should do. You figured that you owed her that much, especially given the fact that  you hadn’t actually paid her anything and as such you would move your hands and grab ahold of your belt and take it off, flinging it across the room before pushing your trousers and underwear down along with them. With that your cock was out of its cloth prison with you looking over her body which made you even harder, the woman’s eyes glancing down at your member as she would lick her lips and would speak to you again, letting out a moan before she did so.

“Good to see your cock is as impressive as your art skills, handsome.” She said with a chuckle with you doing the same before she proceeded to move her legs away from your body, the woman allowing you to have full control as she did so. With that you’d proceed to start moving your hips upwards into the air, looking down at the woman’s ever so slightly loose hole as your hands grasped against the mattress somewhat, your fingers grinding away at it as your hips would reach their peak into the air. You would then proceed to move your hips downwards, slamming down against her and pushing into her pussy somewhat, the woman’s hole resisting ever so slightly as you pushed deeper and deeper into her hellish pussy, feeling the warmth around your member as you did so.

As you got used to her skilled walls pushing against your cock, the woman moaning and gasping as she grinded against them with you seeing her tongue hang out of her mouth somewhat as you would do so.  With that you’d start pulling away from her hips, feeling as her pussy would clench around your member as if she didn’t want you to move all the way out of her which you weren’t intending on doing anyways since you didn’t want to let your muse leave you all empty anyways. With that you’d stop with about two or so inches inside of her, letting herself get hyped up about the situation for a couple of moments before slamming yourself back into her,the woman groaning out into the air as you felt your hands grow restless with just the mattress.

As you would repeat the process your hands would grow more and more restless by the moment, graphing away at the mattress and begging for something, anything to hold on you as you’d begin to move them. You’d slowly move them over to your lover’s body, moving across the sides of your body before pushing your hands across her body, one of them moving against your side, groping and grabbing at her waist as your other hand moved onto your breasts, the woman moaning as she felt your fingers pushed against her breasts.  Her hands would proceed to move her hands up into the air and grab ahold of your shoulders as her legs flicked up into the air and wrapped around your body, the woman seemingly wanting you to go faster against her.

You would proceed to do just as she was requesting you with you starting to move your hips faster and faster against her, hearing as the sounds of plapping echoing out across the air as she would do so. You’d also feel as her pussy would start to gain some techniques indicative of her succubus linage, the woman’s walls grasping from your base to the tip and then back again whenever you thrusted against her pussy, the woman’s pussy fluids dripping down across your thighs and balls as you would do so. Your hands would start pushing and grasping away at her side, the womans leathery skin feeling good against your hand as you’d also grope away at her her breasts some more, using your palm to grind up against her nipples as you would do so, feeling as they hardened to your touch.

Your heads grew closer and closer together, the warm air of her breath pushing out of her mouth and onto your face, her tongue  slowly finding itself moving out of her mouth and towards your mouth as you glanced into her eyes. You would see the love burning inside of her as the two of you would kiss, groaning against the air as your tongue would push up against her own, clashing against one another as she would wind her tongue across your own before she proceeded to push the tongue across your teeth a few times. You’d fell as her arms would move further and further across your body as a result, eventually ending up across your spines, her fingers dragging them down your skin as her legs would wind further and and further across your hips.

At that point you went quickly against her hips, the lewd sound of your young flesh pushing and ramming against her older, leathery hips, the muffled sounds of you moaning only making the entire thing sound even lewder. Your hips were moving so rapidly now that you could feel her clenching and pushing against your cock  without her sense of rhythm before she was eventually able to get it back, having to go way faster then she ever did as the two of you would proceed to separate yourselves from one another. The two of you would pull away from her kiss as a result of this,lines of  drool keeping the two of you together before she’d moan out into the air with you doing the same, the pleasure pushing through your lungs.

That was when you felt yourself begin to throb inside of her inner walls,pushing up against them which she responded by clenching back around them, letting out a low groan as she would do so, steam escaping her mouth in the process. More and more pressure would start building up across the tip of your cock with it getting harder and harder to ignore it with you trying to keep it inside you so you could have plenty to give her, her fingers grasping and scratching across your skin in eager anticipation. With that you couldn’t take it anymore, moving your hands to her back and groaning into the air before you proceeded to cum inside of her, ropes moving out of your cock as you would move down to the base, gasping out as you felt her clench around your base in the process.

Ropes would start to escape your cock and would start to push deep inside of her, laying across her inner walls and slowly growing larger and deeper by the moment, slowly filling her to the brim as you would do so. Your orgasm would eventually reach its peak when a huge spasm of cum pushed from your head, landing in the deepest reaches of her demonic holes as you’d feel her fingers dig particularly deeply into your skin, the woman’s legs flicking against the air slightly as she would do so. Eventually your orgasm would come to an end, the ropes growing smaller by the moment before they would stop in their entirety, the last few drops coming out of your cock as you rested your hands against the mattress, panting away into the air as she would go and do the same.

When you got yourself enough strength you’d bring yourself to roll off her body and onto the mattress, hearing it creak as you’d both lay there for several moments before you’d hear her start to get up, speaking as she would do so. “Ooh, well that was quite the fun time, handsome. Thank you very much for having me but I must get going now,Commeandè is going to be needing me.” She said as she would move off the bed and would close the robe over her body, walking over to the other end of the bed, smiling as she did so. “Good luck, artist. I hope to see your art get placed in the most regal reaches of Pandemonium.” She said as she would leave the room with you hearing the sound of the door creaking out across the air before hearing it shut as you laid on the bed.

 You’d eventually push yourself up off the bed, turning your head to face your no longer blank canvas and smiling to yourself as you saw it, knowing it was a true work of art and wondering maybe you could have it start in a expo on Earth, maybe even giving all those postmodern fucks a run for their money. Then people could also admire the demonesses form the same way that you did, taking in all those marks and wrinkles and finding them beautiful, a deep sense of satisfaction moving across your body which was quickly followed up by a sudden sense of tiredness moving across your head, your body promptly hitting the mattress again as she would do so. You smiled as you would close your eyes and for the first time in a long, long while breathing out a sigh of fresh air, feeling actually satisfied and happy with yourself before you finally fell asleep as you thought about all the gawking faces of the art world staring upon your masterpiece.