"Bored now." Bezaliel looked over lazily at Lilith, post-coital satiation making his eyelids heavy. After a few millennia, there weren't many forms of debauchery the two of them hadn't done with each other, or with any of the rest of the available members of the Host. Her words had taken him off-guard.

"Bored? With me? Well, they do say that variety is the spice of existence, though I can still say that you've never failed to reach an ultimate bliss with me. So what's the problem, sweet cheeks?"

She stretched and attempted to stifle a yawn, the combined motions forcing her perfectly shaped breasts out in front of her. "You're no challenge for me anymore, and I don't think I'm a challenge for you. But neither is anybody else in the Host, for that matter."

"You want a challenge?" he asked her. "That sounds almost like an invitation to wager. But for what prizes?"

She thought for a time, the turn of her lips looking rather like a cross between deep contemplation and sulking. Finally, she answered, "If you win, I'll spend the next century looking like anybody that you want me to. If I win - and I plan to win - you go and talk Gog and Magog into helping me kidnap that delectable angel we found a few centuries back so that I can take a bit of revenge."

Bezaliel reached a hand down stroke her back, beginning at the nape of her neck, moving past the batlike wings that grew from her shoulder blades and across the side of her breasts before moving down to grab her ass. "Deal, but I make the rules."

"So here's the wager," he continued after a brief pause. "We both go and talk to Graendal. She picks out a man for you and a woman for me. First one to get their target to pledge to the boss wins."

Lilith smiled back at him lasciviously. "This is going to be fun."

Just in case it's not clear above: two (effectively) immortal demons are in a competition to be the first to corrupt an innocent soul. I write for Bezaliel and for your target, you write for Lilith and my target. We can cut back and forth from one scene to another as much as needed, either writing scenes in parallel or completing one set of scenes before cutting away to the next.

This will (maybe obviously?) be a bit of a longer-term play, since it's at least two, and maybe three, stories ongoing at the same time. I'm more or less open to kinks except for the usual "no's" - critters, scat, underage, extreme violence/death.