When he awoke, he found himself laying on a bed. He looked around and saw tht he was in some sort of small one-room hut made of carved stone. A clink of metal alerted him to Lisrian’s presence and he turned to see her bending over some sort of stove. The stove itself was normally-sized, if of an unfamiliar design, but Lisrian herself was huge! She hadn’t noticed he had awakened yet so he took some time to get used to her. His shock hadn’t been caused so much by her shape itself – he realized as he watched her move now. It was just the reality that she really existed. It’s one thing to see a drawn image of something like her, but to have it standing right next to you was a completely different experience.
Yet as he watched her, he began to get used to her reality. Her form appeared to be an amalgam of goat, woman, lioness and demon. Yet it all worked somehow. The little goat tail revealing the furred but undoubtedly human hips and buttocks below, while her human thighs ended in Unguligrade hooves. But what was really fascinating was her head. The lion-like head but with the horns of a ram, and yet attached to the chest of what he would have to describe as an ‘amply endowed’ woman. Not enormous breasts on any fantasy scale, but perky and certainly good sized for reality.
That reminded him of her warning before as he watched her move about the room, and his penis sprang to life again. No orgasms in Hell? Well, that was something he supposed he’d have to verify for himself.
She turned back to him then and saw him awake and came striding to him in that odd gait he’d noticed when he first saw her in Heaven. Although her looming form did give him a slight shudder, he’d already grown accustom to it enough that it didn’t really frighten him anymore.
“Good morning, sunshine,” she said with what he’d finally understood to be a smile.
“Lisrian, you’re gigantic!”
She stood up, hands on her hips. “Hell yes. You’re not exactly a tiny man to have to carry, you know!” Suddenly she shrank from her looming, maybe twelve-feet tall incarnation back to her more normal size, only slightly taller than him.
“The form changing you were talking about?”
She nodded. “Sorry, you humans can’t do that. Too bad. But you can slurp your drinks up in your precious cups while we have to use bowls. So superior you are!”
He wasn’t quite sure if she was seriously offended or not, but he was quickly beginning to read the emotions on her feline face and decided she was just teasing.
“I’m making you a stew in fact,” she said, kneeling beside the bed. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… wasn’t ready I guess.”
“Hard to get ready for Hell. Well, pardon me but I’ve got to get back to it. As for that,” she said, indicating his by now rather raging hard-on, “do what you want with it. But you’ll find you can’t get over the edge. Eventually you’ll get so frustrated you’ll give it up. But really, go ahead. I’m… touched that you find me attractive so soon.”
She went back to the area he figured was her ‘kitchen’. He looked at her hips sway as she went back to work. The structure of her legs may give her an unusual walk, he thought, but those hips work just fine!
Then he glanced at his penis. No, even if she was wrong, he couldn’t do it anyway. Not with somebody in the room with him. Instead he lay back down and just watched her move. Finally she seemed to be done with all her cutting and chopping and had everything boiling away on a large pot and she came back to him.
“Give up?” she asked, laying down beside him. He shifted back against the stone wall behind him to make room, but he couldn’t ignore her breast that lay softly on his arm.
“Haven’t tried. No, I trust you’re right. That’s gonna suck though.”
“Yeah, it will. For you. Now me, I can get off easy here! Especially when you can’t. I told you, I get off on you suffering. But not pain really. Just your longing for me. That’s going to be your punishment, X. That’s it. That’s all it will be. The punishment for you is simply to not be able to get off. Because in life, you got exactly what you wanted. You gave it to yourself. And that’s a sin.”
X sighed. “We can’t even fuck?”
“Sure we can fuck, if I feel like it. And I will feel like it, often! But you’ll never get off. It’ll drive you nuts. Whack whack whack away at it, but it will never quite get there. And knowing that will send me to paradise! I’m already getting wet just thinking about it! Shame on you for making me want you so soon.”
X nodded towards the gently simmering pot on the stove. “How long will that take?”
She ran her hands across his chest. “’bout an hour…” she said, scratching him lightly across his nipples.
“Long enough?”
She grabbed his cock, “Long enough for me, stud. But it will never be long enough for you!”
Gently she straddled him as he shifted towards the center of the bed and he slid into her with her guidance. Orgasm or no, she felt awesome around him. When she had taken him into herself completely, she simply sat on him, her full weight upon his groin as he pierced her as deeply as ever he could. Her eyes closed and she began to purr again. He watched her take her own breasts in her hands before she opened her eyes again and looked directly at him. The eyes seemed to show both empathy and lust at once.
“Sorry, X. But you’ve turned me on. Your punishment begins now…” and she began to move.
Gently at first, she rocked her hips forwards and backwards upon the root of his cock, obviously feeling it stir her deep inside. She took his hand and pressed it against her abdomen.
“Can you feel it? Can you feel yourself in me?” she asked huskily, her eyes closed once again.
And indeed, as she rocked back and forth, he could feel, just barely, the stiff part of himself deep within her. The part that refused to change shape no matter how she ground and bucked against it. She was liquid around his solidity, and she reveled in it. She challenged it, dared it to bend. She began to assault it with her pussy, ramming it into herself before letting it back out again. Then she turned around, groaning animalistically and revealing her ass to her partner. But she didn’t care. She’d gone past caring what he saw or didn’t see and he watched in fascination as her ass crack opened and closed, revealing and then hiding it’s treasure as she bounced up and down off of him. He couldn’t resist grabbing it, keeping it spread open as she rode him.
She bent forward farther, opening herself up even more to his view, and the view was glorious as he glimpsed his cock, solid and steadfast against her pussy’s onslaught. Never wavering. In and out, faster and faster she rode. She had abandoned any sense of modesty now. She leaned back and grabbed one of his hands, forcing it onto her asshole before releasing it, obviously requesting – no, demanding – he give it some attention. He did so without regret while her hand shot back to herself, joining it’s companion in squeezing and teasing her own nipples.
Then he began to tease her backdoor and she groaned, her hands both darting to her crotch instead. Though he couldn’t see what she was doing down there, he felt them furiously manipulating her clit when her rise and fall would send the sensitive nub – along with those hard talons – crashing against his balls which had gathered into a tight sack underneath her. Feeling those hard, inhuman claws wiggling her clit back and forth drove him even harder and he began to fuck against her, though he had very little room to shove any deeper.
Then he felt one of her hands cup his balls, grabbing them as if she owned them. He gasped at the hard touch, but they stayed gentle enough not to hurt. She was using them as if to guide and time his thrusting to her own, which he gladly acceded to. Then she released him and her hands went to support her as she bent even farther forward, her ass now splayed out naturally as if to scream “LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT MY ASSHOLE! MY ASSHOLE!!!”. He pulled his hand away, watching it pulse as it went rapidly up and down at a furious speed that he was only barely able to keep up with, his hands now on the bed for leverage as he arched up to meet her.
A sound escaped her throat then that was in no way human. It was the sound of an animal in heat – rhythmic to the beat of their fucking. “Ruuh Ruuh Ruuh Ruuh…” she groaned, oblivious to anything but what was happening between her legs. It was beyond the sound of a woman in the most passionate of throes. It was the sound of a demon fucking the hell out of a man. And then the flood came.
Suddenly he felt a new warmth spread over himself below and the sound she was making shifted… longer… less staccato. It was the sound of her release and it was gloriously lustful. “Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm” it went on and on, never seeming to lighten or waiver as he saw her asshole pulsing in orgasm after orgasm. One hand had returned to her clitoris as she rubbed herself over his balls and released all her muscles, letting her fluid pour over him from within her.
And then it was over. For her.
She let herself lay down between his legs, her hands still on her clitoris and between her pussy and his balls. Her ass was on display as if it were her most prized possession, and he ran his hand lazily from the base of the short tail all the way down to where his shaft still stood buried inside her.
She was right, of course. He hadn’t come. And it was a little frustrating, especially with that ass so splayed and exposed right in front of him. But, at least for now, it was tolerable. He teased her little, tickling her most private of holes, to which she let out an exhausted moan, but she didn’t move and he resumed stroking her inner ass lovingly.
“You really like my ass don’t you?” she finally said, the first words spoken in a half hour at least.
“I think I like all of you. That’s just the only part I can see right now!” he laughed.
“Kiss it.”
“Bring it!”
And she did so, sliding herself up and him out until her ass and his face met, and he kissed her softly to the sound of a delighted groan from her. She lay there for some time, perhaps napping, perhaps just relaxing in the afterglow, his face inches from her butt. He lazily stroked her short furred tail and gave occasional kisses and licks while his erection subsided, unfulfilled but – at least for now – not really caring.
Finally he felt her kiss his softened cock in return, and then she rolled off of him. The wetness she had left on him from groin to chest, as she’d slid herself up for her coup-de-grace, made itself evident then both from the slick reflecion of it pooled in the shallow space between his breasts to the cooling feel of it evaporating slowly to the warm air of Hell. He watched her clean herself with some water from a pitcher and a small cloth, then return to her stew.
Suddenly he realized something profound. Here, in this strange place of punishment and irredeemable sin, he may have fallen in love again. Surely not, he thought as he watched her bizarre form busy itself with preparing food for them to share. In the ten years since his wife’s death, he had never really tried to form any other relationships. For the first year he had been too depressed to think about such things, and after that he had settled into a routine that would admit no new people – a routine he would continue to his dying days.
But now, as he watched her breasts bob slightly as she brought a tray to him, he began to realize how much he had missed just simple companionship. And sex of course. But also just having someone else be truly WITH him.
“Lisrian… I think maybe I’m falling in love with you.”
She stopped in her tracks, her face unreadable. Then she calmly sat the tray down on a table beside the bed, looked at him once more with an expression he couldn’t understand, and without saying a word, she walked out of the small room through an open door that led out into fire-flickering blackness.
She didn’t return for a long time, but he ate the stew she had delivered. It was quite good, though it needed some salt to suit his taste. But there was nothing in it he didn’t recognize. He considered what he should do if she didn’t come back at all, but decided he couldn’t worry about that. He still had so little idea of what Hell even really was, and he couldn’t begin to plot out his next move. But she returned before he had even finished eating, a transformed vision of a demon in latex and spikes.
She spoke before he even had a chance to apologize, approaching him with a wicked multi-tailed whip in hand.
“Love me?” she said softly. “X, you will worship me soon. But I realize now that I’ve been too gentle with you. You haven’t gotten my permission to fall in love with me yet. Let’s take a stroll around Hell shall we? But first, let’s get you dressed appropriately.
A package hit the bed beside him and he stared at it. It wasn’t much. It covered nothing at all, but his eyes widened at the plug.
"Put it on,” she demanded and he did so, realizing that he was only partially in control of his own actions. Her demand and his acquiescence were connected by more than just his willingness to comply. Though he didn’t fight it, he also knew that even if he had, he would be compelled to do it anyway. But the plug was going to be a problem.
“Need some lube, MAN?” Lisrian asked, coming up close behind him.
He nodded and instantly he felt the thing forced into place by a wicked shove from her talons.
“No, you don’t. And that really turns me on, lover-boy. UNDERSTAND? You might want to rethink that whole ‘in love’ thing. We fucked. That’s all. Now put this collar on, and let’s go for a stroll,” she said, and he saw the spiked collar and and leash dangling from her other hand in front of him. He slipped it over his head and she tightened the collar cruelly.
“How was the stew?” she asked, apparently genuinely interested, but he was too flustered by this sudden change of circumstance to answer.
She shrugged. “Must have been good enough. Come on,” and she tugged on the leash.
He followed her, but she stopped at the door.
“No, X. Hands and knees. I want to introduce you to my neighbors properly. And do try to keep up.”
And with that the demoness led her charge out into Hell proper.
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