Loli Advent Calendar by Imouto Kitten

Day 17: Flonne and nether eggnog

Laharl and Etna aren't sure how Flonne managed to talk them into letting 
the fallen angel transform the castle from its usually gloomy appearance 
into a festive wonderland, so many boughs of holly decking the halls the 
overlord and his right hand vassel would swear the celestial exile must 
have stripped an entire forest to import so much of the non-native 
plant, so much snow having been brought in to decorate that Jotunheim 
was reporting it's warmest days on record and every Red and Green mage 
among the castle maids having to reincarnate as Blue mages to keep it 
from melting, and a dozen evergreen trees nearly as tall as the stone 
throne lining Laharl's throne room making it feel more like a forest 
grove than where an Overlord intimidates his subjects.

They also didn't know how Flonne had managed to wear them down on their 
insistance that demons didn't celebrate Christmas to allow her to host a 
Christmas party and invite what seemed like half of the netherworld's 
diverse dinizens, but while neither the Overlord nor the self-proclaimed 
Beauty Queen would say it aloud, they had to admit to themselves that 
they were actually enjoying the festivities.

Admittedly, a big part of their enjoyment was watching how the 
non-demons in attendence reacted to netherworld eggnog. Among demons, 
teetotalism was highly frowned upon, so any human beverage that was 
frequently alcoholic was almost always alcoholic in the netherworld, and 
usually harder than the hardest stuff available in the human world, and 
the eggnog made by the royal mix master was no exception.

Jennifer was holding her liquor nearly as well as most of the demons, 
but she spent most of the party trying and failing to keep her husband 
from making a fool of himssself, or more of a fool than usual. Captain 
Gordon might have married his supermodel, genius girlfriend sidekick, 
but the Defender of Earth retained all the camp and ham of any 
self-respect lacking space ranger hero from the pulpiest of space 
westerns claiming to be science fiction, and being drunk off his ass 
only turned his outlandish antics so far past 11 the knob had spun clean 
off and achieved escape velocity.

But perhaps even more entertaining was the effect the nether eggnog was 
having on the fallen angel responsible for bringing the yuletide spirit 
to the netherworld. Apparently, alcohol was completely unheard of in 
celestia, and while angels shared most of the enhanced resilience that 
demons had over humans, angels were clearly even more vulnerable to the 
intoxicant than humans.

The already incredibly bubbly and airheaded angel had spent most of the 
party drunkenly dancing back and forth in the air, her wings the only 
thing keeping her from faceplanting on the stone floor, spilling as much 
of her eggnog on herself as down her gullet, the fallen angel's bright 
red leotard translucent and clinging to her a-cups, the blonde 
constantly giggling and not seeming to notice as she loses the pieces of 
her outer dress.

At some point, the fallen angel stumbles over to where the pair of demon 
lords have been observing her antics with amusement, asking with a slur, 
"Enjoying the hic party?"

"Not as bad as I thought it would be." replies Laharl, unwilling to 
admit just how much he's enjoying himself, but Flonne doesn't seem to 
hear him as she glomps on to the overlord and starts peppering his face 
with kisses. All too aware of the subtle curve to the blonde's hips and 
chest, especially since the only thing the angel is still wearing is 
that leotard and he can feel her hardened nipples pressing against his 
bare chest, the blue-haired boy cries out, "What are you doing, you Love 
Freak?"

"Oh, hic I'm just trying to hic show my love!" replies the drunken 
angel, wrapping a bare leg around his waist and starting to hump his 
hip.

"I knew IT!" cries Etna, bursting into laughter at her nominal boss's 
predicament, "I knew our little fallen angel had a crush on you, Prince! 
Looks like it just took a little booze to get her to confess!"

"No need to hic get jealous, Etna." replies Flonne, her tail whipping 
out to wrap around Etna's waist and pull the demoness in close. "I hic 
have plenty of hic love to go around!" and before Etna can respond, 
Flonne is kissing the younger girl full on the lips as the fallen 
angel's tail snakes its way under the demoness's skirt to prod Etna's 
pussy through her panties.

Laharl is a bit weirded out by Flonne's suddenly amorous behavior, yet 
turned on by the sight of the two girls making out, and he is soon 
tenting his shorts... or would be if his erection wasn't pinned between 
him and the Love Freak's thigh.

Noticing him poking her thigh, Flonne breaks the kiss to tease, "Does 
Little hic Laharl want attention?" before sticking a hand down his 
shorts and starting to stroke him.

"Wow!" comments Etna with a seductive,,,,,,,,,,,, "Who would have 
thought a little booze would turn the innocent angel into such a perv? 
And one willling to be so lewd in public!"

Blushing briefly to match her leotard, Flonne replies, "Oh hic my, 
you're hic right... We should hic go somewhere more hic private!" and 
with that ,Flonne lets go of the pair only to grab their wrists and 
start dragging them off. Due to its proximity to the throne room, the 
trio ends up in Laharl's bedroom, the blonde dragging the redheaded girl 
and the blue-haired boy towards the coffin that doubles as the 
overloard's bed.

Though the space inside isn't nearly large enough for the trio to lay 
down comfortably, Flonne is undeterred as she starts pawing at Laharl's 
shorts and Etna's skirt as she pulls them in for a threeway kiss, the 
pair of demons enjoying the drunken angel's aggressive, if clumsy, 
advances more than they would have guessed had such a scenario been 
described to them before hand, Etna deciding to help out, unclipping her 
training bra while her tail unzips her high boots.

Once Etna is naked and Laharl is stripped to just his scarf, Flonne 
wastes no time, pushing the overloard into his coffin bed before 
climbing in after him, straddling his waist, and pulling her leotard 
aside to sink down on his erection.

As Flonne starts to bounce on Laharl's cock, her little, bat-like wings 
flutter and her tail swaying back and forth, Etna decides to climb in 
the coffin as well, straddling her prince's face before leaning forward 
to clasp hands with Flonne and give the angel, eyes glazed over with 
lust,, a passionate kiss.

Quite enjoying the way Flonne's hot, little cunt is squeezing his cock 
and enjoying the scent coming off of his vassel's twat, Laharl decides 
to give Etna what she clearly wants, grabbing her hips tightly and 
burying his tongue in her folds.

After some time, Flonne breaks the kiss to ask, sounding a bit less 
drunk, "Etna, could you please turn around, I have a surprise for you." 
and feeling too good from Laharl's tongue thrusting into her demon twat, 
Etna doesn't suspect a thing as she turns around before Flonne equips 
something.

As Laharl shifts to sucking on Etna's clit, and Flonne places her hands 
on the redhead's hips, Etna suddenly feels something large and flat 
pressing against her nether lips, and glancing over her shoulder, she 
spots something very long, very hard, and very thick protruding from the 
angel's pubic mound. Eyes widening in a mix of shock, arousal, and 
terror, Etna cries out, "Wa-wait! Is that the-" only to let out a blood 
curdling scream as the suddenly extremely hung futa Flonne yanks back on 
Etna's hips, hilting the horse wiener the blonde just equipped deep 
inside the demoness's belly, stretching cunt and womb near the point of 
tearing, pushing several other organs out of the way and forming a very 
prominent bulge that extends all the way to Etna's flat chest.

Unequipping her leotard and hugging Etna to her chest as she plays with 
the demoness's nipples, a now drooling Flonne comments, "Oh my, Etna's 
cunny is even cozier than I imagined! So warm, so wet, so wonderful, 
it's better than even a limited edition, imouto-model onnahole!"

Kissing up and down Etna's neck, Flonne resumes bouncing on Laharl's 
cock while also bouncing the demoness on the horse wiener, the redhead 
still too stunned from the prodigious penetration to do more than moan 
incoherently as the fallen angel uses her like a living onnahole. 
Meanwhile, Laharl simply lays back, enjoying the sensation of Flonne's 
fuckhole wrapped around him and the sight of the fallen angel fucking 
his right hand vassel, both enjoying the show itself and thinking its 
about time his often uppity and borderline treasonous general got taken 
down a notch or two.

For several minutes, the only sounds in the Overloard's bed chambers are 
the moans of the two girls, the squelching of cocks going in and out of 
pussies, and the creaking of the wood of the coffin and it's pedestal, 
but eventually, Flonne breaks the relative silence, "Can you feel me 
twitching inside you, Etna? I'm going to cum soon... is it okay to cum 
inside?"

Were Etna in her right mind instead of nearly mind broken from being 
fucked with a horse wiener, she might have protested at Flonne's 
question, but all the redhead can manage are the same incoherent moans 
she's been making since being made into the fallen angel's fuck sleeve, 
Flonne picking up speed as she takes that lack of protest as consent. 
Soon, the delirious demoness can feel the cum vein along the underside 
of the shaftstretching her insides starting to bulge near the base, the 
bulge slowly sliding up as Flonne continues to fuck Etna's extrremely 
stretched snatch, extreme pressure fighting against extreme 
constriction. When the bulge finally reaches the flared tip, gallons of 
cum erupt deep in Etna's womb, the hollow organ suddenly blowing up like 
a balloon held over the top of a champagne bottle that was violently 
shaken until the cork popped.

The sight of Flonne pumping Etna so full of cum the demoness looks ready 
to pop out an entire legion of crotch goblins is more than Laharl can 
handle, shooting his own, much more conservative load into Flonne's 
pussy.

Eventually, Etna's womb reaches its limit, but the pressure continues to 
build as Flonne continues spewing copious quantities of cum, and with 
the fit too tight to let any escape, the building pressure eventually 
forces Etna off the horse wiener, a deluge of cum issuing from her 
gaping pussy to drench both Flonne and Laharl as her passage is 
unplugged.

As her insides do their best to resettle into their proper places, Etna 
can finally start to think straight once more, fire in her eyes as she 
turns on the blissed out on afterglow fallen angel, "How dare you stuff 
that thing inside me without warning like that! I'm going to be walking 
bow legged for weeks while my tender nethers recover!"

"I can heal you, Etna." Flonne tries to protest, but Etna doesn't hear 
her as the redhead grabs the horse wiener and uses a bandit's hand, 
yanking it clear off of Flonne, the angel reverting to a normal girl as 
a result.

equipping the pilfered phallus herself, Etna flies around to kneel 
behind Flonne as she declares, "I think a doese of your own medicine is 
in order."

"What are you going to do?" Asks the fallen angel, only for her eyes to 
widen in fear as she feels a pair of hands spreading her butt cheeks and 
something round, flat, and slimey pressing against her rosebud, 
"Wa-wait, I've never had anything up my butt! You're more than welcome 
to use my kitty, I stuff the wiener up there all the time, but please 
don't stick it in my butt!"

"Huh?" comments Etna, "Who would've thought the seemingly innocent, 
little angel would be a size queen in the cunt but a total virgin in the 
ass?! Surprised you can feel anything from the Prince's comparatively 
shrimpy dick after using this," Etna prods the horse wiener at Flonne's 
backdoor for emphasis, "as a dildo... not that you being an anal vergin 
is going to stop me from destroying your cute, little ass!" and before 
Flonne can muster another protest, Etna has shoved the horse wiener up 
the angel's ass, straightening her sigmoid and pushing several organs 
out of place in the process.

Pushing Flonne down into the pool of cum starting to congeal atop of 
Laharl, the overloard having apparently passed out after cumming in 
Flonne, Etna starts to relentlessly ravage the blonde's bowels, and Etna 
soon feels a climax of her own starting to build up, making her wonder 
just how much experience Flonne has using onnaholes and pocket pussies 
while having the horse wiener equipped, but saves that thought for later 
as she starts to blast the blonde's bowels with buckets of baby batter, 
the firehose like ejaculation powerful enough to not only flood the 
angel's colon, but to surge all the way up her digestive track until the 
angel is vomiting cum.

Not yet satisfied with Flonne's punishment, but feeling rather 
exhausted, Etna decides she's going to sleep with the horse wiener 
equipped and use Flonne as a cock sleeve until morning, and while it's a 
tight fit, the Demoness manages to squeeze the trio into the coffin, 
Flonne sandwiched between the pair of demons, cocks buried in both of 
her holes as Etna closes the lid.