Incarnation #7

A Guoh Mirage I colored a while back. While Borin isn’t exactly the same as this, this was definitely my inspiration. I think she looks just like this, but without the “accoutrements".

The reptilian Demon called Donner turned around to greet Lisrian and X. X obediently greeted him on all fours, though the proximity to the big male and his still-wet equipment was a little uncomfortable. The woman stood beside her Demon, her arm around his waist and Donner introduced her as Portia. Now that he could see her better, he saw she was relatively short, with Asian features. Though her hair was long, of course it was somewhat disheveled after the close encounter with Donner’s genitals. He couldn’t help but notice her breasts were small and pert, her age appearing somewhat indeterminate but certainly adult.

Being the only one on all fours, X tried to not be too obvious, but the woman’s lack of pubic hair kept drawing his gaze against his will. Of course Lisrian picked up on that.

“Oh yes,“ she was saying to Donner, “I picked him up from the Gate just yesterday. I’ve been training him since. He’s doing pretty good, don’t you think?”

“Excellent actually!“, Donner replied. “I think it took you, what? A month?” he said, turning to Portia.

“Oh, something like that. X, it’s good to meet you,“ she said, offering her hand.

It was awkward, but his Demon hadn’t given X permission to rise, so he dutifully shook her hand from the ground.. “You too.”

“X,“ Lisrian began, “you keep looking at her pussy. Would you like to have a closer look?”

“No! I mean… well. It’s bare. I’ve not really seen one like that except in, well, porn.“

“Oh, yes. I shaved it in life, just like your beard. So here it stays that way. Sure you wouldn’t like
to see it closer? I’m rather proud of this body. So much better than that old thing I left behind. Donner made me horny though, so it’s a little wet.”“Go ahead, if you want X,” Lisrian said.“Here, let’s sit down,“ Donner said, offering the couch, and the three sat while X stayed on the floor, but he decided not to take Lisrian and Portia up on their offer, instead choosing to sit at Lisrian’s feet.

“You know, X, Portia here is the only female masturbater in our sector. She’s something of a celebrity you might say,” Lisrian said.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,“ she responded shyly. “but my Demon certainly is! Donner’s not the only male Demon, but he’s probably the biggest!”

Donner smiled, if such a reptilian face could ever be said to STOP smiling. “I am, I won’t deny it. But I’m lucky in that my human is a woman. The other Demon males are, of course, happy with their men, but I definitely like my woman better!“

He turned and licked Portia’s face, who smiled and kissed his long tongue.

“You two certainly get along well! Probably the best pairing of Demon and woman I’ve heard of even outside our sector,” Lisrian continued. “We’re sure glad you don’t mind performing for us! But I know X. He’s wondering how you do it. No, don’t deny it X. I know you too well.“

“Oh! You mean how do I handle his size? Believe me, back on Earth there’s no way I could. But when it comes to Punishment, Hell tends to accommodate. Plus I’ve gotten good at it! I’d be a great porn star now! I missed my calling.”

X couldn’t help laughing at that along with the others. He was beginning to like this couple. When first he’d seen Donner shoving his cock deep up this woman’s throat, he had immediately disliked the Demon, thinking him a sadist. Yet now that it was clear that she really had enjoyed their encounter and seemed to be in love with the big lizard, if loving a Demon was even possible. That brought his thoughts back to Lisrian and he looked up at her.

She was looking back at him, and at his glance she began to stroke his hair kindly. For all her talk of enjoying his suffering, somehow she didn’t seem much like that kind of personality.

The four sat and talked for some time before Lisrian rose and they left to go back out into the darkness of Hell. They returned to Lisrian’s hut where X volunteered to wash dishes. He also learned how their lavatory system worked. While little more than a seat with hole in it, anything that passed a certain point simply disappeared. After he’d brought the Demon to orgasm later, he finally convinced her to let him remove the strap she’d made him wear.

The two then went to the communal dinner. A series of long tables were set up and the whole community sat side-by-side. Donner and Portia sat next to Lisrian while Borin and Farnsworth sat beside X. Some of the implements were odd, but some of the Demons were odder still, yet the dinner actually was going well. He was happy to see that his drink was poured into a normal glass and he wouldn’t be expected to drink from a bowl. He did glance at Borin and Lisrian when they did drink though, Lisrian catching him with the corner of her eye, but she smiled and went back to it without comment.

As for the food itself, it was delicious, if a bit bland. But he found he was becoming accustomed to the less processed food here. As for variety, there was plenty of that. He assumed that it all must come from Providence. In fact, had it not been for the fact that all the humans were naked, and between every pair of humans there was a Demon of every shape and size, it was on the whole a surprisingly harmonious group! He was becoming more comfortable in this weird place, finding his own niche in the community. While Hell itself was, of course, infinite in size – or what amounted to infinite – the sector of it that he found himself it was actually relatively nice.

Dinner was winding down when Lisrian leaned over to him, saying “Excuse me, X. I’ve got to go talk to my boss. Afraid it’s not all just gab and sex here. Us Demons have to work to keep the place running.“

“No problem Lisrian, I’ll be here.”

She then surprised him with a kiss before climbing out from the bench seat and heading down to his left. In fact, many were beginning to stir from their meal and small groups were forming as they got up and stretched.

“She’s pretty important here, you know,“ came a silky voice, whispering in his ear.

He felt the dark fur against his arm and turned to see Borin’s catlike face inches from his own, smiling enigmatically.

“Oh yes, she’s our vice-president,” she purred. “Busy Demoness. Lots of responsibilities,“ the last word was drawn out with an odd accent and he felt her move closer to him, her thigh pressing against his. He was beginning to get uncomfortable.

“She will be gone often. Too often. But you are a good man, aren’t you?”

“Borin,“ he said hesitantly. “I don’t think…”

“Tsk, tsk. Silly man. You still understand little. We are Demons. We take what we want, you see?“

As she said that, he felt her soft, warm paw stroking his leg. The smooth, warm pads felt remarkably human against his skin, and it was sliding ever closer to…

“Excuse me, Borin,” he said quietly, not wanting to cause any trouble.

He took her arm and pulled her paw away from himself before it got too close. Already he couldn’t help but feel himself rising. She did not miss that reaction either, but she did not resist his hand. Instead she took it with her other paw and guided it to her boob. The feel of the slick fur, then the transition to skin around her nipple was hard to resist.

“Borin, please. I’m trying to be good here and Lisrian hasn’t given her permission,“ he said, and tried to pull his hand away. But rather than resist, once again she instead redirected it to rest between her legs. She was hot there, and wet.

“Permission? She will never give permission for you, X. You do not understand yet. But you will.”

With that, she released his hand.

“I will not force you, man. I need no force. If you choose not to come to me, so be it. But perhaps you will just come to talk with Borin someday, hmm? Just talk.“

Something within him grew hot, angry. In her catlike way, she was certainly alluring… tempting. Yet he also was his own man. He would not be manipulated by anyone if he chose not to. Hell or no hell, he was Lisrian’s man, not Borin’s and he was not community property. His attitude must have shown in is face as Borin pulled back.

“I think I’ll do just that, Borin. I will come visit you. To talk.”

“Oh! The mouse has teeth! Very good! Tomorrow I will send Farnsworth away. Lisrian will have to go to her council meeting. Perhaps you will see me then at my hut?“

A smile crept over X’s face. She seemed to read it as an agreement to a clandestine meeting. “Perhaps,” he replied.

“Then, have a good night, X.“ she said, stretching one leg out and straddling the bench facing him. She leaned over as if to pull the other leg out but brushed his balls with her paw while leaning close to whisper.

“Think of me, man. You have my scent on your hand. Wear my perfume well, good man,” she purred, then drew out her other leg slowly, sliding it along the inside of his thigh.

“Oh boy,“ he thought. “What have I gotten myself into?”

Farnsworth was nowhere in sight and he watched the cat slink into the night, not missing the swing of her hips, accented by her tail. He wasn’t sure if he saw the tip of it wave at him just before she disappeared into the darkness.

After what seemed like hours, Lisrian returned. By then the table had been cleaned and X was talking with Donner and Portia. He found that the more he knew the couple, the more he liked them. As were most denizens of Hell, they were certainly more than open about sex, but they had other interests too. When he wasn’t fucking Portia, Donner worked on the huts as a mason. The humans were not allowed to work, but Portia had found she had a talent at music and somehow Donner had managed to get her a lute which she played well. If only Donner’s cock didn’t keep brushing against his leg, he might have felt perfectly comfortable here.

“Lisrian!“ X called. “We were just talking about Portia and her lute. They’ve invited us to listen. Can we?”

The lioness Demon looked between them. “Sure!“

Suddenly Lisrian grabbed his dick and began walking.

“Oh!” he squeaked at the unexpected touch.

“Sorry X, but I have to at least hold you. You’re still a newbie here. You see humans running around all the time, doing errands and such. But when you’re with me, you need to be held – one way or another. But you’ve been good. I think this will be enough.“

“Just don’t pull it off!” he said as she tugged a bit.

“You’d better keep up then!“

As they followed the other couple, X suggested they stay back a bit, that he had something to tell her.

“What is it? Did Borin get up to something?” she asked.

“That’s exactly it. She’s invited me to her hut tomorrow. Alone.“

“I see. She likes you, X. I can tell. I can let you go, if you want. I won’t mind.”

“That’s the thing Lis…" he said, shortening her name for the first time. She noted it but nodded that it was okay, and he proceeded.

“The thing is, I do want to. I want to go, if only to prove to myself that I have self control. She’s not my Demon, Lis. You are. And I want her to know it. Otherwise if I don’t nip this thing in the bud, it’s going to get out of hand. If I don’t go, she’s only going to think I’m afraid.“

Once again, Lisrian’s eyes shifted, looking directly into his. “You are a smart man, X. But I’m not sure your willpower is that strong. She can be very, VERY seductive X. She has abilities that are rare among us. Did she scent you?”

X raised his hand, and she continued. “Well, it was bound to happen. X, you won’t be able to stop yourself. It’s been too long. You may not be able to achieve an orgasm here, but you certainly still have the desire. She will use that, and this,“ she said, indicating his hand. “But even just trying is worthwhile. Thank you for telling me this. No matter what happens, know you have my permission for anything tomorrow. That way you needn’t feel guilty when you fail.”

“IF I fail,“ he said, stroking her back. He liked the feel of her muscles underneath her fur as she walked, and she leaned her leonine head against his chest.

Suddenly a memory came back to him, unbidden. He pushed it aside. Coincidence.

Incarnation #4

Just to liven it up a bit, I’ll be adding demoness illustrations. They’re not Lisrian, she’s the lion demon in the initial image. Think of these as her friends in Hell. This one is by Yumelle at http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26709411/

The two continued on for some time, hand in hand yet walking somewhat closer to each other than they had before. But as they continued, he noticed something. He was hungry! For some reason he’d assumed that they wouldn’t eat here. Come to think of it, WHAT would they eat? Well, he’d been washed with water from somewhere. Presumably there must be some sort of food here if he was hungry.

“Um, Lisrian, I’m feeling a little hungry. It seems like a weird question but, do we eat here?”

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “I’m sorry X! I completely forgot! You’ve not eaten at all, have you? Here… follow me. We’ll have a little picnic. I’ve brought some food in my robe…”

She led him off to the left of the direction they’d been walking. Suddenly his feet were no longer on hard ground but instead were in something that felt like grass. That made him inordinately happy, and he realized that the heat he felt on his shoulders must have been sunlight.

“What is this place?” he asked as she guided him to a sitting position and he felt the rough bark of what must have been a tree at his back.

His companion paused before answering. “Just a place. I’m not really sure. But it looks nice and most realms in the afterlife are decent, and the locals usually stay away from demons like me. Here, take this.”

She handed him something that felt remarkably like a sandwich.

“What is it? Or shouldn’t I ask?”

She chuckled at that. “It’s the flayed skin of the damned of course! No silly, it’s a ham sandwich. Besides, it’s not like you have much of a choice, is it?”

“Where in Hell do you get a ham sandwich from?” he asked, but after sniffing it, decided it smelled pretty much like a ham sandwich!

“From a grocery store. Where else?”

“You have grocery stores in Hell?!”

“Well, they’re not exactly like what you’re used to I’m sure, but yeah. Basically.”

His mind reeled, thinking of all the questions that led to!

“I told you it wasn’t like what you expected, didn’t I?” Lisrian said, then she obviously began eating something too.

“Wait, do you have money?”

“Naa,” she said around a stuffed mouth. “It’s kinda a socialist system.”

“Hell. Yeah, that figures.”

“We don’t talk about it much, but really, God provides for us. I suppose he just wills it and we have all we need. The demons at the store could tell you more, if you ask nicely. They’re a grouchy lot. It doesn’t make for happy demons when their jobs depend on God, you know.”

She handed him a bowl with some sort of juice, explaining that her form didn’t readily permit drinking from a cup, and he accepted it gladly. It’s flavor was unfamiliar, but not bad at all. When she took it back, he heard her lapping from it and that made him smile.

“Hey!” she said, stopping her animalistic drinking. “You’re laughing at me aren’t you? Does my drinking amuse you?”

He gulped down the last bite. He had been hungry! “Sorry. It’s… I’m just imagining you… drinking.”

She growled a bit, but resumed anyway, muttering, “We can’t all be human you know.”

A bit later, she stood up and took his hand. “Okay. Enough lollygagging. Let’s get moving,” she said, helping him back to his feet. “We’ve delayed long enough. Another hour and we should be there. Now, like I was saying before our picnic, we all speak the same language here. You think of it as English, but it’s really not.”

“Is that why you seem to talk… I don’t know… like you’re from my time?”

“You got it. And you sound to me like you’ve been living here forever yourself to me. So there’ll be no issues with that…”

She continued on, taking occasional breaks in her explanations, but he soon noticed the temperature was rising and he interrupted her again.

“It’s getting warm, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Oh. Yeah. We’re getting close,” she said, then sighed. “Look, X. You’re going to be able to see me soon. I know, especially after sex, you think you know what I look like. You don’t. It might be better if I put my robe back on, at least for a little bit. You might need to get used to me first. Some newbies to Hell kinda freak after they see us.”

“Please don’t. I was into some pretty ‘imaginative’ art back in life. I really think I’ll be fine.”

“Suit yourself. But do me a favor. Don’t run away, okay? Or if you do, try and control yourself as soon as you can. I don’t want to have to chase you all across Hell. There are dangerous places, and not all the demons are exactly friendly.”

“What are they going to do, kill me?” he laughed as he nodded his agreement anyway.

“More likely cut that little weiner off. It’ll be back the next day, but It would hurt. A lot.”

“Speaking of which, do you have days? Do you sleep?”

“Of course! We eat, we sleep, we piss, we shit. X, it’s not all THAT different from life! Oh… and speaking of that, I need to take a piss. Do you mind? Just step this way.”

He obliged her, letting her go a little distance off while he waited. While he couldn’t hear any sounds that originated from the native realm he was in, he did hear her. At first he smiled when the sound came to his ears, but then he realized he had to go too.

“Lisrian? Um… got room for two wherever you are?”

“Jeeze, you could have told me first. Sure, just follow the sound of my voice. Warmer… warmer… There. Stop there. Now turn to your left. A little more… Perfect. Just dont step any farther in that direction. You’re good. Let ‘er rip!”

“You’re watching me, aren’t you?” he said, unable to let anything ‘rip’.

“Of course. And I’m not going anywhere. Get used to it, big boy. I’ll wait.”

In fact, she did have to wait for a bit until he got his mind right and imagined she wasn’t nearby, enough to be able to release.

“Wow, that’s sexy!” she said, her deep voice now sounding terribly near. “Sorry X, but yeah – I’m a little kinky.”

“Dammit Lisrian, no privacy here?”

She snorted, an odd sound. “Not a whit. Like I said, get used to it.”

He finished finally, and found himself instinctively trying to tuck himself into non-existent pants.

She snorted again, but didn’t say anything as she took his hand again and led him back to the path. He wondered a bit at just what he’d been pissing into, but decided it really didn’t matter much. He only hoped she was the only audience he’d had for that performance.

They continued on, and the temperature began warming even more. Not terribly uncomfortable, but certainly warmer than the other realms had been.

“Okay. Are you ready X? We’re almost there.”

“Ready as I can be I expect.”

“That’s good. But… don’t look at me just yet. Follow me now. We’re crossing the threshold into Hell now…”

And then his eyesight returned. What he saw in front of him really wasn’t so bad. It looked like a cave. He did see the flicker of flames on sconces along the stone tunnel he was looking down, but it was quite a wide space, sloping gently downward. The walls could have been that of any large cavern, and the floor was smooth and somewhat worn in the center, as if thousands of feet had passed that way beore. Millions, he supposed on reflection.

“Lisrian, is this the only entrance into Hell?” he asked as he turned to the demoness.

And then he saw her for the first time.

Somehow, even though he thought he was prepared, he wasn’t. He realized too late that, even though intellectually he had known her form must look something like what stood before him, the physical reality of her, standing so close beside him, almost did cause him to lose it. The short shriek that leapt unbidden from his mouth, though, he couldn’t control.

Her leonoid face tried to smile. What he saw instead were her sharp, carnivore teeth that looked like they would rip his throat out at any second. Generations of repressed instinct came flooding back to him the second his eyes saw her, his legs tensing of their own accord, preparing to run while he registered the demonic horns framing her face. But when she spoke, it was too much. He fainted dead away.

“Hi X.”

Incarnation – #2

Incarnation – #2 – by bluedraggy

Saint Peter walked through the gate, literally. It wasn’t like he was a ghost. It just appeared to not exist for the Gatekeeper.

“Well,” X said to himself. “It is, after all, probably just a metaphor.”

Part of him wanted to see what would happen if he tried to walk through himself, but he decided that this was probably not the right time or place to do that. But then he had a second thought, “Why not? What are they going to do, send me to Hell twice?” He approached the gate.

Then he was walking away from it. He shook his head, turned around and tried again…

And then he was walking away from it again.

He ran at it. And then was running away from it.

“Okay,” he said aloud to the sky. “You win.”

“I always win,” said God.

He sat down on the ground with a thump, barely noticing as he looked up at the sky.

Before he could even quite frame the question, God answered, “If I feel like it, anytime I want to of course! But your escort is approaching. Have a good afterlife, X.”

He turned his head around slowly. Something was coming out of the mists behind him. It stood perhaps a little taller than himself, wearing an impossibly-black cloak. The head was enormous, but no features could be seen within the lowered hood. No feet or hands either, he noticed. But this was not the floating apparition of death. It walked with a strange gait, almost loping, towards him. But the bright red wings that sprouted from its back were unmistakable.

“Hello X,” a voice came from within the hood. It was inhuman, but oddly soothing for all it’s alien-ness.

He couldn’t help himself. He tried to peer under the hood. “Hello, er… whoever you are!”

The figure shook it’s head. “No use, man. My face cannot be seen in this place. It’s not my… realm, you know.”

“I see,” the man lied.

“Well, come on. Take my hand. We have a long way to go, X. We can talk on the way.”

The voice was deep and resonant, the vowels nearly a basso-purr, but there was something unmistakably feminine in it’s manner as well. A hand of sorts extended from the long sleeve, but whatever the thing was, it certainly was no human hand. He shivered involuntarily.

"Sorry, X. No. I’m not human.“

"A demon,” X said as if it could be anything else.

“Oh Geeze,” it said. “We’ve got an Einstein. What was it that gave me away? I bet it was the wings. It was the wings, wasn’t it. Now Goddam… oh… sorry. I mean, Gosh Darn it, let’s get moving. I’ve been walking for hours and my hooves hurt!

X took the proffered hand and a strong grip helped him to his feet.

"There, that’s better. No, keep holding my hand. You’ll be blind for a while and it wouldn’t do to get lost between the realms.”

He took its hand and they began to walk towards the mists together.

“You’re welcome,” the figure said to the air.

“Hmm?” said the man. “I didn’t say anything.”

The black hood turned to him. “I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to God. Is that as fast as you can walk?”

X quickened his pace and they passed within the mists. Darkness enveloped him instantly and he continued to walk, noticing the change in the ground immediately. It was no longer warm and soft, but hard, and a bit cool to his feet.

"Where are we going?“ his companion said suddenly.

"Huh?” was all X could say.

“That’s what they all ask. ‘Where are we going?’ You already know the answer to that, of course. They all do. But you must be thinking it anyway. Well, we’ll be walking for a long time so I might as well tell you a little about it. Still, thank you for not asking. It’s nice to have someone who isn’t all blubbery and whining.”

“I’m dead. Doesn’t seem to be much point.”

“Oh. You’re one of those somber, morose types. Well okay, I prefer that to the other. Excuse me, now that we’re out of Heaven I can take this off. Wait there a second.”

The hand was removed and he heard the sound of cloth and the click of metal before he felt the hand take his again.

“There. That’s better. No, no need to try and look around. You’re blind, and you will be till we get there. We’re passing through realms you may or may not believe in. You can’t see them. At least, not yet. Just hold my hand. The way is long, but not difficult.”

The claws were hard against his hands, but occasionally his fingers would brush against something farther up. Fur.

"Now, about Hell. It’s not quite what you picture, though you’d recognize it right enough. I assume you’ve seen some of the paintings?“

"Some,” he admitted, thinking back to any of those lurid medieval paintings with tortures only a true sadist could dream up.

“All utter bullshit of course, but what can you expect of artists who’ve never been there? There are some good ones though. I’m partial to Memling myself, but my friend Donner likes Blake. What about yourself? Any favorites?”

“I… don’t really know. Never got into them really. They always seemed like old torture-porn to me.”

The figure laughed deeply, the voice rising. “Torture-porn. That’s rich coming from a man of your, predilections!”

“Hey, I never did it to torture-porn.”

“I know, I know. Calm down. I know everything there is to know about you in fact. You could say I was ‘briefed’ on your life. Briefed as in I know every memory you’ve ever had, including those that you yourself don’t remember, X. So don’t try to bullshit me. We’re going to be together a LONG, LONG time, you and me. I know exactly what you like and what you don’t like, what you love and what you loathe. Tell me, what do you call tentacle-rape?”

"B-But that’s different!“

"Oh is it? But no. That’s for a later time. We were talking about Hell. Myself, I’m convinced Dante really did get a vision of Hell. But it’s like he saw us through a fog, you know? Eating shit, boiling shit. Shit shit shit. The guy was obsessed. Sure we have our Shit Eaters, but it’s not like that’s the WORST we can dream up! I think that might have been the worst for Dante though, so he obsessed on it.”

Suddenly the man began to shiver. This was it. He was really going to Hell. His life was over and he was going to spend eternity in Hell, eating shit or worse. He began to tremble.

“Hey HEY! I’m sorry X. I didn’t mean to…”

“I’m really dead, aren’t I?” he cried through blind tears. “I’m dead and I’m going to Hell.”

“Jeeze, lighten up man! It’s not THAT bad! Besides, Judgement Day hasn’t rung yet. You don’t have to abandon ALL hope… yet!”

The hand released his and he felt it wrap around his shoulders in what was apparently an attempt at a comforting embrace. The claws, however, were sharp against his too-soft skin. Suddenly he imagined where he was and what he was being held by and he howled in despair.

"Oh X,“ the creature said in empathy, hugging him to itself, but he was lost in his own blind agony. "Calm down. This is part of it, you know. Your first punishment. Blind realization of your circumstance. I know it won’t help, but your imagination is so much worse than reality. Well, probably. I may be a demon, X, but I’m your demon.”

They stood there, in between the realms of Heaven and Hell, for a long time while waves of despair washed over him until he was exhausted. His breathing slowed steadily as he felt the claws stroking his back, trying to sooth him like a child. It made him feel even more powerless, but it did help. And then he realized what else he was feeling. It was a She, undoubtedly and obviously! Fur covered, claws and apparently hooves that scrabbled and clacked as they walked, but the form that was hugging him to itself was undeniably female.