From Part 39:  The Dark One called Belial dragged Napoleon Solo by the arm, footsteps echoing hollowly on the cold floor
of his most secret place.  He smiled at the scent of freshly spilled blood.  "Illya Nickovetch!  Come, My child, I have a
gift for you!"

Illya obeyed the summons, moving gracefully out of the Stygian shadows, and stopped inches from Belial.  His beautiful features showed not the slightest emotion but his eyes glowed hell-fire red as he picked up Solo's body and set it, gently, upright.  "Awake, my 'Polya", he whispered, placing a kiss on the cold lips.

Eyes of brown velvet obeyed the command and, for a brief moment, met those of the Vampire Prince in silent communication; then, both turned to face Belial and began to disrobe.  Seconds later they stood, nude, before the Demon Lord, their bodies gleaming in the hell-fire.  "My Lord, if you will permit us, Illya and I have a gift for you."

"Explain!", Belial demanded, trying hard not to focus on the manly beauty before him.

"We know your favorite 'sport'", Illya replied.  As he spoke he moved until he was directly behind the Demon Lord.

"And what would that be?"

"Defiance", answered Napoleon.  Before Belial could pose another question, he stepped forward,  gripped the front of the Demon Lord's crimson robe, and gave a gentle tug.  The robe fell away revealing Belial to him.  Despite the cloven hooves, the Demon Lord was magnificent.  "Exquisite!", he breathed.

"Agreed!", Illya whispered.  Following the First Knight's lead, he, too, reached out an exploratory finger and found Belial's spine.

Despite any attempt to control his body's responses, Belial shivered. //What in the name of Lilith is happening to me!!???// he mind screamed.  He decided to put voice to his thoughts.  "What are you doing to me?", he was all he could manage.

Napoleon ignored the question and asked one of his own.  "Why does the Great One always take pleasure yet has never received it?"

Belial laughed - a foul sound.  "Fool!  It is the way of things", he replied.

"By whose law, my Lord?", Napoleon insisted, now close enough to nibble on Belial's right ear.

Belial squirmed and tried to look uncomfortable.  He failed miserably as the sensations, caused by Illya's exploring fingers, coursed through his body.

"You have not answered by mate's question, my Lord", Illya prompted when Belial had been silent too long.

"What question?", Belial asked, finding it harder and harder to concentration.

Napoleon repeated the question all the while running his fingers through luxurious mass of hair on the Demon Lord's chest.  "I think I know the answer", he continued before he received a reply.

Belial swallowed hard.  The double stimuli was wonderfully distracting...  "Answer it then!", he snapped, fighting for control.

"Your mother", both men replied.

"Yes", Belial confirmed.

"Am I to understand, Great One, that you need your mother's permission for everything?"  This from Illya whose fingers continued downward and now rested between the cleft of Belial's buttocks.

Belial hissed at the stimulus but forced his mind to focus on Illya's question.  "No!  I....!" Once again he failed..

"She would forbid this", Illya continued as if Belial had not spoken.

"And the 'Great One' would obey like a good little boy", Napoleon taunted.

"Watch your tongue, human!" Belial snapped, angry now.

Napoleon ignored the outburst as his questing fingers down to the taunt balls.  He began to squeeze gently.

"Please.....", Belial whimpered.

"Please what, my Lord?  Please stop?"  This from Napoleon.  His fingers increased their pressure on the swelling balls.

"If you dare to stop I will torture you both for all Eternity!", Belial hissed.

"Are you certain, Great One?", Illya whispered in the Demon's left ear.

Napoleon's fingers now reached the Demon's rock hard shaft.  He knew Illya's fingers were ready to enter the anus.

"Oh!  There is no doubt of that, Illya.  Shall we?"

"Stop this at once!!!", commanded a voice that seemed to come from all directions.

"Continue!!", Belial countered.

"I forbid it!!", the voice insisted.

"Silence!!", Belial nearly screamed as Illya gently inserted a finger, found the puckered opening, and began to massage it.

Suddenly the entire Netherworld shook with the force of triple 8.0 quake.  Belial ignored it and surrendered to the pleasure of being  taken.  Now everything became crystal clear.  This experience he couldn't understand - what were the First Knight's words: '.....always takes pleasure and never receives?'.  Until now he had never received pleasure.  Who would give him, Belial, Right Hand of Lucifer, such a rare gift of their own free will??  This is what he had been denied for countless Eons.

All thought suddenly fled as climax ripped through him, threatening to tear his very being asunder.  "Rage all you like, Lilith!!", he screamed as his seed spilled forth in what seemed an eternal stream.  "Now I know what the Prophecy is and there is nothing you will do to stop it!!"