Incarnation #11 (End)

As they continued, the fires and lights around them dimmed to total blackness, yet he could stll see Lisrian beside him, lit by a light from ahead. But when he looked, he saw nothing. There was something odd, though, about they path they walked. He looked behind and saw nothing. If they were going up, the way felt flat anyway. If they were going down, he felt no change of the grade of their path. Still, it felt as if they were travelling in a direction not down, up, east or west. They were going somewhere by some different direction than those he knew.

“Don’t worry, X,” came Lisrian’s voice beside him. “You’ll learn how to walk this way, when you need to. If you ever need to again.” Her voice was sad, but X couldn’t help the excitement that was coming over him. ‘Ascended’, she had said. That sounded positive for his future – a future he had given up so recently. The only blemish was that the creature beside him didn’t want him to go, and that was going to hurt.

It wasn’t a long walk. The air around him began to lighten, the blackness turning into grey, then even to white. The palace didn’t appear out of a fog, it appeared as if it had always been there, but he had only just gotten the eyes to see it. They began to climb the stairs, and Lisrian released him. He didn’t need to be led anymore – the huge white doors of the palace were open to him, and they climbed the stairs together, but separately. As he approached the top, he realized he now had a robe on. Finally, he was no longer naked! He looked to Lisrian, but she stiil wore nothing but her fur. At the top, standing before the open doors, he took her in his arms.

“Lisrian, no matter what happens…”

Her eyes glistened, still looking down from a little above him, but somehow she looked smaller now. He didn’t finish the sentence, instead he hugged her tightly and she returned the embrace.

Finally they passed within the doors to a long hallway. The raised dais at the end was practically familiar, it was so expected. He could barely see the figure seated there, but what he could see didn’t look like any Satanic form he had ever known. It looked like a man, just a man. His robe was not dissimilar to the one X wore now. No one else was within, but light poured in through the stained-glass windows high on the walls. He glanced at one and, though he had no idea who the man depicted there was, it could have been any of a thousand Saints. This looked like no palace of Satan he could ever have imagined.

“Welcome, X,” came a voice, low and gentle. “Not what you expected?”

“No,” he said. “Not even close!”

“I’m afraid a lot of the afterlife is going to feel like that. There’s a lot of confusion surrounding it on Earth. A lot of confusion.”

By now they had reached the foot of the dais.

“You are known as the Father of Lies, you know,” X said, wondering if he would anger this being that had seen things he could literally not imagine.

“I am. I created this lie of Hell, you know. Lies need not always be evil though. Surely even you know this? But I am also Lucifer. Morning Star. Light Bringer.”

“Considering this place, that does seem an appropriate name. Lucifer, in all respect, why am I here?”

“She has told you, has she not? You are Ascended. Your debt has been paid. Your sins are forgiven, by all – yourself included, and her that they hurt most.”

“My wife. I know. Can I see her?”

The man on the throne laughed. Not an evil laugh, nor a hurtful one. Just a man’s laugh at something he finds funny. “See her? X, you’ve done more than see her! Excuse my language, but you’ve fucked her! A lot!”

X stood confused. Totally not understanding. “I… what?”

A hand touched his arm, if it could be called a hand. A paw. Something… and he looked beside him. Lisrian stood there, not bothering to stop the tears from flowing. They streaked down her eyes in the tracks many previous ones had recently followed.

“X.” was all she said.

“You? How can that be?”

The man on the throne did not move, but a light came from the sky then, and Lisrian was raised up towards it, spinning slowly, just like some bad Disney animation. The light bounced off her form until it was blinding, but just as quickly it faded away again as she came back to the cold marble floor. The eyes that looked up at him from the naked but quite human body were familiar. He helped her to her feet and he gazed at the body, so young now but so familiar.

She looked down at herself then back at him.

He looked back at her. With a barely perceptible movement, she shook her head and they both smiled. Together, they both turned to Lucifer.

“Naa.” they said together, and instantly Lisrian was back in her Demonic form.

“What, don’t like the human form? We worked very hard on that form I’ll have you know!” said the man on the throne.

“Well, from my perspective, you definitely got the important bits right!” X said, appraising his wife’s now-restored form.

“And, from a woman’s point of view, the cock and balls are nothing short of inspired, let alone the nice tight butt!” she joined in, her tears temporarily forgotten.

“But sometimes a little fur is nice too,” she continued, looking at X.

“Lis,” he started, now that they’d got that straightened out. “Or should I call you Sharon?”

“X, I’ve been going by Lisrian so long… I think I prefer it. I’ve made something of a name for myself down here you know. But now you’ll be leaving. I waited so long for you. Ten years you said. I can’t tell. We don’t keep track like that down here.”

“You’ve been in Hell all this time? I thought sure you’d be in Heaven!”

“Not everyone has been as good as you, X,” she said, looking down at her feet.

Lucifer spoke up then, “X, she is an adulteress. All must be revealed here.”

X looked back at his wife. Or ex-wife. Or… he wasn’t quite sure how to put it here! But he put an hand on her shoulder and she looked up at him.

“Was it Mike?” he asked – a name from a past life.

She nodded.

“I thought so. It must have been.”

“I regret it, X. But I’ll not make apologies beyond that. They always start with excuses. There are no excuses. I was weak and lonely, but those don’t justify it.”

“But… Borin and I…”

She shook her head. “Till death do us part, remember? You are under no such vow here. We make no vows. They can only lead to heartbreak. I am sorry, but Borin is no mitigating factor.”

“So, you’ve been in Hell, working off your punishment… as a Demon?”

“She requested it,” Lucifer said, and the impression was that he was smiling. “We assured her that you would be coming to Hell, and she wanted to be your Demon. It seemed appropriate enough. And she’s been quite resourceful too. She’s a good leader, and Heaven knows we need help keeping things running smoothly down here! We’ve quite a few Demons that used to be human actually. But we have to keep up appearances! She couldn’t be seen directing other Demons in Human form.”

“And… I like this body. I sort of made it myself!”

“It fits you,” X said, “and to say I like it would be an understatement – but you already know that!”

“Well, you always did like your Furry stuff,” she said, wiping a tear away. “And I loved you for it.”

“Now,” Lucifer said, interrupting. “Though I can manipulate time and am never in a hurry, shall we get on with it?”

“But, wait. I don’t understand! Saint Peter said I was… record breaking! How could I have completed my time so quickly?”

Suddenly another man appeared, bearded and looking sad. “I lied, X. Sorry about that. But you believed me, didn’t you? You thought you were a record-breaking sinner, though we all know that sin is a pretty mild one. I would have forgiven you, but you felt guilty of it. You needed to be punished, for your own sake. You condemned yourself.”

“Everyone goes to Hell, X,” Lucifer continued. “Thank you Peter. Thank you again. You always do a good job.”

Saint Peter began to fade. “Sometimes though… you know I hate this job sometimes!”

Then he was gone and the three were left alone again.

“So what now? I go to heaven, and wait for Lisrian to finish her penance?”

“That’s about the size of it,” Lucifer said, rising from the throne.

X looked at Lisrian, and she knelt before him. “You were a better human than me, X. Far better. But I’ll get there someday.”

“And I’ll be there, waiting for you, Lis,” and he kissed her betwen her horns.

“That will help, knowing that,” Lisrian said, and she turned her head up to him again. “Knowing I have a Blessed one waiting for me. It will make the time go faster. And slower.”

She kissed his hand, and he turned to Lucifer.

“You’re not only known as Lucifer, are you?” he said.

“I have many names,” he said gently, and took X’s hand to help him up onto the dais. “You know me best by another.”

“WAIT!” x said exclaimed unexpectedly.

“What is it?” the leader of Hell asked, with a smile in his voice that betrayed that he already knew what idea X had.

“She called me Blessed. Am I? Blessed?”

“All who enter Heaven are Blessed, X. Of course you are.”

“My God answers the prayers of the Blessed. He did so for Farnsworth once, long ago…”

“Yes,” the Light Bringer said, and for the first time X truly saw the face of the leader of Hell. And Heaven. At least his Heaven. The King continued, “but know this, she must serve out her penalty. She must forgive herself above all. She has not reached that point yet. She still feels the guilt.”

“Then I must help her over that,” X said, smiling himself now. “How long would you guess?”

The King looked at Lisrian, who stood at the foot of the platform, trembling, undeniable hope in her eyes. He looked at her a long time, as if he saw not the body before him, nor the body she had once occupied, but the soul within them. Then finally he looked away.

“Oh, maybe a year. Two at most. Then, why don’t you both come and visit me again?” he concluded, releasing X’s hand and letting him go back to her.

X took Lisrian’s hands in his own. Her face was radiant now. Suddenly though, the robe around him disappeared and he stood naked before her.

“What about you, Lis? I assume I can change this body into something more… interesting if you’d like!”

She looked X up and down, appraisingly. “No, I like you like that. Well… maybe one little change.”

The man on the Dais sighed. “Every time, it’s the same thing. I swear we made them just fine! You women are just never satisfied. Okay, okay. Now return to Hell the two of you! And remember, you’re supposed to be being punished! No parties when you get back. Parties in Hell can get out of hand easily.”

“We’ll remember,” X and Lisrian said in unison as they turned back towards the doors out of the palace.

“Oh, and Lisrian?” said the man that X could never again bring himself to call Satan.

“Yes?” she said, turning back with her face beaming with joy.

“The… souls in your little Paradise… they’d like you two to return. Regularly. They didn’t realize how much they missed sex until you two reminded them.

"Oh! Well, sure!”

“We’lll stop by on the way back" X added.

And then Lisrian led X back to Hell, though this time she had a slightly bigger leash.

The End

Incarnation #10

https://graphiteforlunch.deviantart.com/art/Can-t-Save-Everyone-442409232 (wrong kind of wings and feral, but still relatively close context)

That evening they returned to the communal dinner, in the same seating arrangement. Surprisingly, Borin seemed to be upbeat. Even Farnsworth was quite talkative. While X didn’t really understand why, he was nevertheless releived to find that their earlier tryst wasn’t going to have any long lasting effect. They even talked about it a little bit, Borin giving perhaps a little praise to X for his performance, which Lisrian accepted rather proudly.

Of course, Borin being Borin, she still flirted rather boldly, her paw finding it’s way onto his cock on more than one occasion. But, thanks primarily to Lisrian’s little picnic, he barely even stirred. Later, after dinner was pretty much completed, Lisrian excused herself went off to ‘do some business that needs doing.’ The five remaining stayed at the table, however, long after it had been cleared away and sang along to an exceedingly bawdy song that Portia had made up. They all held each other, arms behind their backs and swayed to the awful, barely rhyming lyrics. Though X found himself happy to find himself in their little crew, he threw Donner a disgusted glance after the big lizard’s dick had smacked into his own for the third time.

“You do that on purpose!” he said, laughing but pushing the thing away after the last time.

“Little man,” came the odd voice of the Demon, “if I wanted to touch dicks with you, my cock wouldn’t be this soft!”

“Point conceeded,” X had to agree. “You could tie the damn thing up or something though!”

“Lock that beauty away?” Borin laughed. “That would be a crime against Nature!” and she grabbed the huge dong and hugged it to her breasts.

“Borin! Please! If you want him to fuck you, just come by the hut! I’m sure he’d be happy to!” Portia spat out.

“Ah, that’s just the problem, little Honeypot,” the cat said, kissing the thing before returning between X and Farnsworth. “I only like reluctant men!”

Suddenly one of her fingers found it’s way straight to X’s anus and he let out a decidedly UN-manly squeal. His one consolation was that Farnsworth managed an even higher pitch at the same time.

“Borin!” they both complained.

“My ass is off limits!” X said.

“Mine too! At least, out here. Modesty is in short supply here,” Farnsworth said, though the smile on his face betrayed him, “but at least my sphincter should be safe in public!”

“And besides, I thought you said I’d be safe from you now too,” X whined.

Both men received a strong squeeze on their cheeks before she relented. “Oh, lighten up,” she laughed. “But you’re in Hell men, you’ll never be safe from me! And don’t worry Farnsworth, I’ll wash my hands when we get back.”

“I should hope so!” he said, feigning indignation.

“But then I’m getting out the strap-on…”

Farnsworth’s gulp could be heard around the group clearly.

“Hey,” Portia said, picking up the lute again. “I’ve got another one. Wanna hear it?”

“Sure!” the other four agreed, and she began playing and singing again.

Finally, Portia suggested they all go to her hut for a show, but X begged off, instead deciding to wait for Lisrian to return. She’d been gone longer than expected.

“Suit yourself,” Portia said. “But if you want to drop in later with Lisrian, we should still be at it. My Donner has impressive stamina too!”

“Actually, Portia, I think Farnsworth and I will retire to our hut too. As enticing as your offer is, I already want to ravish his ass plenty. That would only add fuel to the fire, and my dear human can only take so much that way!”

X looked worried at the man, but he just laughed. “Duty calls, my man. My Demon hungers, and I must fulfill her desire.”

The cat slapped his butt at that. “Fuck you Farnsworth, you love it and everybody knows it. Now come and get your bum stuffed.”

She grabbed his member, though gentler than her words seemed to imply, and led him off. The other two also left, though he noticed the reptile led his woman back in a different manner.

“Now that would be interesting to try,” he had to admit to himself.

That left X alone, and growing a little worried. But soon he saw Lisrian coming out of the darkness, lines from the corner of her eyes down her muzzle betraying tears and leaving her looking more like a cheetah than a lion.

“Lisrian! What’s wrong?”

She looked up at him. “Only 2 days, X. I only had you for 2 days. Goddamn this place! Goddamn it to HELL!” she screamed, turning some heads and apparently oblivious to the inherent contradiction. “I’ve waited so long, and I only get 2 fucking days!”

He didn’t know how to respond to that. On the one hand, it was clear that something significant had changed, but why she should be so upset, he wasn’t sure.

“Lisrian…” he began.

“Oh fuck it, come on X,” she said, grabbing his hand roughly and leading him into the darkness. “Let’s go talk to Satan.”

“My hand? Not my dick?” he asked, wondering if she’d forgotten the protocol already that he’d only just learned himself.

“Fuck no. You’re fucking ascended! We don’t lead ascended around by the cock, more’s the pity.”

He stood his ground, holding her hand tightly and she turned back to him, her face clearly welling up with tears again.

“What?” she demanded.

He took her hand and put it on his dick. “Lead me.”

She looked at him and began outright crying. “Fuck you too, X. Goddamn you, Please! Why couldn’t you have whacked off more? So soon…” she wailed, but she put her head against his chest and let his skin wick her tears away. They stood there for a minute only, while he held her against him. He noticed she didn’t let go of his dick though. Finally she licked his face, her eyes still watering. He kissed her back, and she led him by his cock to Satan.

Incarnation #9

Really nice lioness, even if Lisrian is obviously a lot more demon than this. from https://www.deviantart.com/art/2k-Lioness-717484406

Lisrian returned around lunchtime and X had already prepared some food for the trip she’d mentioned. He was not ashamed of what had happened at Borin’s, though she already knew the outcome when she walked in.

“How’d it go?” she said as she walked in.

“I suspect you know how it went, Lis. Sorry, but you were right.”

“Don’t feel bad, X. It would take a very unusual man to resist when she turns on the charm. And I do mean charm. Don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me in the slightest – really.”

The two gathered up a few things and they began their walk. X didn’t bother to ask where they were going. He wouldn’t know the answer anyway. She held him by his manhood as the proceeded until they’d left the area.

“Lis, she told me a story. A story that has got me thinking… I don’t think she’s a Demon, or at least hasn’t always been one.”

“You’re right, of course. She wasn’t once. And Farnsworth isn’t a masturbater either.”

He digested that. “Then… what are they doing here?”

“Her sins are deep, X. But he went to Heaven. Or at least the Heaven for their religion. He asked for this, and God does not refuse requests of the Blessed, which he is.”

“Her sins… Murder, I gather. And suicide.”

She nodded. “Extenuating circumstances though, so they’re in our sector. She beds just about every guy that comes in, but I think you’ll find she’s no longer interested in you.”

“I think so too. She’s obsessed with seducing men. So, she became a Demon?”

“Yes. It happens. Most Demons were once Angels before the Fall. And they chose their forms. But not all. Some have different origins. But Murder is a serious sin obviously. She’s going to be down here a long ti… I mean, she has a lot to be punished for.”

Suddenly she stopped, as if she’d said something she shouldn’t. X didn’t pick up on it right away though.

“That’s what I thought. Farnsworth isn’t the one being punished here.”

She shook her head. “No, he’s Blessed. He’s here because he wants to be with her. I like her, but darned if I know what he sees in her.”

“The heart loves as it chooses,” he said. Then something finally struck him. “Lis… LIS! What do you mean "a long time?” Is Hell not eternal?!“

She stopped and took his hands in hers. "X, you’re not supposed to know that. Yet. I fucked up.”

“It’s not, is it?”

“No. It’s not eternal. But it’s better for most to think it is. X, do you think God loves his Creation?”

“Well, that’s what we’ve always been taught. Since this place conforms fairly well to that, I assume so.”

“Have you ever wondered then, why he would create Eternal Damnation? If he really loves us all, no matter what we have done in life?”

“Frequently. But now you’re saying it’s not Eternal!”

“Think about it again. Imagine you have a dog. You love your dog more than life itself. Got it?”

“Sure, go on…”

“Now imagine you have two dogs… three. You love them all SO much. But they start fighting, hurting each other. What do you do?”

“Punish them? Train them not to, I suppose.”

“Right. But now imagine they’re not dogs, but people. Intelligent people who will see through simple punishment. But still they hurt each other. They each feel justified, and to some extent, they are. But there must be some way to stop it. First he tries the Commandments on a small test group, to see if that works. For most, it does. But some ask themselves, ‘Well, what if I break the Commandments?’. And they do. Soon the Commandments become just a guideline. But if someone gets too worked up, he breaks them. What punishment could God deliver?”

“Well, I suppose he could strike them down in righteous fury!”

“He doesn’t do that, X. He’s more subtle. He plants the concept of Hell in them – some at least. Divine Retribution WILL come, but not till after you die. And that Retribution will be awful and eternal. Hell.”

“Does it work?”

“Mostly, yes! There are obvious and numerous exceptions, but for years… centuries it basically works. Trouble is, then you get this group who believes in it fighting against that group who doesn’t. Humans are an unruly lot. Suddenly the Commandments only apply to others who believe in them. Those outside can be murdered for not believing. God certainly never intended that!”

“You know a lot about God, it seems.”

“I don’t. I’m just a lowly Demon working in a ‘shallow’ sector of Hell. But I think a lot. And, of course, I see the reality of Hell, not the myth.”

Suddenly they came out of the darkness of hell into full sunlight.

“WHAT THE HELL!?!” X exclaimed. “Lis! Where are we going?”

“Doesn’t matter X. We’re leaving Hell. Just for a little bit.”

“Can we do that?” X asked, blinking away the sunlight and looking at the dazzling display of raw nature in front of him.

The Demon smiled. "Just did! Can you see it then? You’re not blind?“

"I see it! It’s beautiful!”

“It is. It really is.”

“Where are we then? Is this Heaven?”

“No. But it is Paradise. Or a version of it. I don’t really know what religion this particular Paradise is from. It’s a fairly common afterlife-scenario though, especially among the less civilized people.”

“But, no one is here.”

“That’s the best part! Whoever they are, or were, they believed in a Paradise without people. I assume their spirits are here though, watching us. But I think we can intrude, just for a little while. Shall we eat? I’m getting hungry!”

They walked on, till they found a nice, peaceful spot near a lake. The shade overhead was perfect.

“What about ants? Bugs? Mosquitoes? Your fur may protect you, but I’m a feast out here!”

“Paradise, X. No such critters,” Lisrian smiled. “Relax and enjoy yourself.”

X lay back and closed his eyes. His own little Paradise, and a pretty damn cute Demon to share it with too – at least to his eyes now.

“It’s great, Lis. It’s perfect! Why didn’t you tell me we could leave?”

“You had to be punished, X. But… I couldn’t stand it. I think a little respite won’t hurt. Plus, when we return you’ll be that much sorrier, right?”

He sighed. “Yeah, that kinda makes some sense. But this is…”

“Paradise,” she finished for him.

Then he felt her tongue around his penis, and suddenly he realized something else different here. He vowed he wouldn’t let her go until he had nothing left. And, hours later, after some pretty impressive gymnastics that would have made the most ardent porn star proud, he managed his last and fell back to the tall grass, as sated as ever he imagined he could be.

“All that and we haven’t even ate anything yet!” he said, realizing their ‘picnic’ was anything but.

“Speak for yourself! I feel like I’ve drank a gallon!” Lisrian said, laughing and falling on top of him. Her weight felt good and he put his arms around her.

He opened his eyes and looked at her leonine face, lying on him and grinning down. He indicated some spots where she still had some… leftovers. Lewdly, she licked them up, smacking her lips as if it was the most savory sauce she knew.

“My mind would give you more, but I think my body is drained,” he said, still breathing hard but calming down.

“I know you would,” she said, and he noticed the sun was falling towards late afternoon.

She picked up on that. “Yes, we should be heading back. We can eat on the way. Think you’ll be good for a while?”

He nodded, but stumbled when he tried to get to his feet.

“Oh my god, Lis! My muscles are jelly!”

“I expect so after what you put me through!”

“You’re not sore are you?”

She helped him back to his feet. “Well, maybe a little. But it’s a good sore. You kept me pretty turned on.”

As they returned, the darkness enveloped him again as the familiar heat returned.

“Lis, how long do you think I’ll be down here for?”

She looked away from him then before replying. “Not long. Not long at all. X, that depends on you. You are ready to ascend when you, yourself, feel you’ve been punished enough. Do you feel that way already?”

“I… think maybe I do, Lis.”

“So soon you’re ready to leave?” she said, under her breath.

Suddenly he realized what she meant. She didn’t want him to leave. “Well, I’ve got to go sometime anyway, right?”

“You do. X, I’ll set up a meeting with our leader tonight. He makes the decisions. But… I’ve probably revealed too much to you too soon.”

“Satan? I’m going to meet Satan himself?”

The Demon nodded. “You can call him that, I suppose. He has lots of names, some of which would surprise you.”

“I never imagined Satan would let his charges leave, actually!”

“He’s… not the Satan you imagine, X,” she said, but her eyes betrayed some sadness, and he knew why.

Incarnation #8

Morning in Hell, he thought as he awoke beside Lisrian, is at best a theoretical concept. Nothing changed outside the hut, though it’s open construction did bother him some in that there was no door. Borin had installed a privacy curtain apparently in her hut. Perhaps Lisrian could be persuaded to do the same.

He turned on his side to her. She was still sleeping and he debated if he wanted to disturb her. Hell’s inherent warmth did, at least, have one redeeming value – sleeping nude without blankets was not a problem. But for all his affection for her, watching the swell of her breasts underneath her as she breathed and the curve of her hips was too much to resist. He moved down and began to gently stroke her ass and tail, taking care not to get too frisky but just feeling the curves that he loved so much. He’d gotten used to the fur quickly, but the tail still fascinated him.

He felt her stir, the deep breathing changing to a deep purr as she left sleep behind, but she didn’t change position and just let him continue his attentions without complaint. The purring was at least one thing he could count on to know she was enjoying his touch. But he was inevitably male and he couldn’t much help it that eventually his stroking strayed to even more private areas. Not only did her purring not stop, but she moved one leg farther up, exposing herself to his gentle hand.

Later, after she was sated, she finally spoke to him after licking his wet face. “That was nice, X. Very, very nice. I think I’m going to like having you around.”

“Even when I…” he asked her, leaving the specifics out but knowing she’d understand what he was referring to.

“Oh yes. Even that. You are a very good lover. You seem to know just how much attention to give, and when and where I want it. That requires empathy, and you have that.”

“Well thank you! You inspire me to greatness!” X laughed.

“I can try to reciprocate, but I’m afraid you’ll just end up frustrated.”

“I’m getting used to that,” X said, frowning. “I guess I have to.”

Lisrian rose, supporting herself on one arm. “X… When I get back from my meeting this morning, let’s go somewhere.”

“Sure! Anywhere specific?”

“I have a place in mind. But as for you and Borin…”

“That’s for me to work out, Lis. I know I have your permission, so if I fail, I’ll tell you anyway. Let’s keep no secrets from each other here.”

Suddenly she hugged him to herself and he fell back on top of her.

“Maybe… a little secret,” she said. “Just a little bit longer.”

He was confused. “Secret? What do you mean? Are you hiding something from me Lisrian?”

She looked directly at him seriously. “Yes. But only for a little longer, I promise.”

“Well that’s certainly intriguing!” he said and kissed her muzzle. But he felt her shift her legs underneath him and then he felt something else, warm and still wet.

“How long before that meeting anyway?”

She smiled, exposing fangs that he’d at first feared, but now he’d grown used to it and found them a little erotic actually.

“Long enough. Sorry for the frustration but… I want you in me.”

“I live to serve my Demon of Mystery… gladly!”

Later he helped her get cleaned up and ready for her meeting, then watched her leave the hut. As he watched the tuft of her tail swaying into the darkness, he wondered if she ever wore clothing. Some Demons did certainly. He thought briefly about looking around the place to see, but then realized she might find it offensive to find he had snooped around her hut without her permission, and changed his mind. Instead, he took a stool and sat it outside the doorway, watching the Demons and humans while he sipped some fruit juice of undeterminate origin.

His eyes strayed to Borin’s hut. He’d go soon enough, he thought.

“But damn, I shouldn’t have got myself so excited with Lisrian first. What I wouldn’t give for just a little release. And I’d really prefer to walk in without a raging erection! Well, big boy, I guess you set yourself up for this. At least I won’t have to lie to Lisrian no matter what happens.”

He looked at his hand, the hand that Borin had ‘scented’. Surely after the lovemaking he and Lisrian had just gone through, not to mention the washing they’d both done, that business at least was over, right?

He couldn’t help himself. He brought his hand up to his face. No hint of Lisrian remained, but there was something faint. He put it away from his nose, but couldn’t deny there was something there still that wasn’t Lisrian. Not unpleasant. Just a little musky hint. It reminded him, oddly, of an old attic he’d once gone into. Dusty with non-use, the old boxes and discarded items that were no longer needed put away with care. Unneeded, but they still could not be completely thrown away. Why that memory came to mind, he couldn’t say, but the scent reminded him of old things, things loved by someone, but long disused and forgotten.

He rose, put his cup away, took a deep breath, and headed to Borin’s hut.

He called to her from outside her open door. Her voice came from behind the partition.

“Come in X, I’ve been expecting you,” came her voice, the hint of an accent still there. He almost laughed when her tail appeared, beckoning.

“Borin, REALLY? Do you REALLY have to do that? It’s nothing short of comical!”

“Aww, X, you don’t like my tease?”

He rounded the partition and saw only her eyes in the darkness there. There really should be some reflected light, so near to rest of the lighted hut beyond, but the only reflections came from the two gold orbs within. He felt the touch of her paw on his hand.

“Come, you’ll get used to the light soon. I see you’ve brought me a toy! I like toys.”

“What?”

“Ah, your erection of course. But you came only to talk, yes? Here, let me guide you until you can see…”

Her hand strayed to his ass and pushed it a little, guiding him farther inside. The air smelled full of her musk. A beautiful, intensely feminine scent.

“Here, sit here and we will… talk.”

He bent to do just that, but realized he sat on her leg. He apologized and shifted, only to find himself sitting between her legs, and she encircled him with them.

“There, that’s better. You are comfortable?”

“No, Borin. I am not comfortable. I am decidedly uncomfortable. Because you are trying to seduce me, and I don’t want to be seduced.”

“Oh? I thought all men like to be seduced. All I have met seem to like it. But perhaps you are different? Do you think you are different? Do you think you are BETTER?” Somehow she managed to hiss the last word.

“Borin,” he began, and he felt her tail begin to brush his chest. That should not have been possible, given her position, yet the tail was undeniable. “Borin, please. Lisrian… I like her. She’s been good to me, and… well, I think maybe I’m in love with her. I’m not better than anyone else, but I want to be… Oh, what’s the word?”

“Exclusive, perhaps is the word? You think me cruel I know. Maybe selfish? I am, I admit this. I do not take what is not given. You have already failed, X. You cannot resist me. You will give yourself to me without complaint. Let me tell you a story, shall I? Yes? Just a little one. A little talk.”

X nodded, but vaguely wondered why his eyes had not yet become accustomed to the dark. But all he saw was her eyes, her body and her scent. He felt himself laying back as she began, her eyes now above him.

“Long ago,” she started, “in a land you do not know, there was once a man, very like yourself. This man, he loved a woman. Every day he would bring her gifts. The things do not matter, you would not know of them, but the sentiment was clear. But the woman was selfish. In her way, she loved him, but she wanted him all to herself. In this land, men did not know of monogamy. They did not know exclusivity. They took what they wanted, when they wanted. It was not so bad. The women were the same, you see. Only the rulers demanded exclusivity. For the people, this was not known. It was not expected. Lust ruled the people. But this woman, she was no ruler. She was not royalty. So she should not expect the man to keep himself only to her. Why should she? She would not keep herself only to him!”

The eyes floating above X were entrancing. Their lids were lowering, but they no longer looked at him – as if lost in their own recollection. He felt his body being stroked by more than just her tail now. He felt her nails rake lightly across his chest, down to his groin and beyond, then back up again. But his attention was focused only on her voice and her eyes as she continued her tale.

“She told him of this, when – despite his advances, gifts and pleas – she refused him. But the more she resisted, the firmer his resolve to have her, until at the end he was completely in love and devoted to her. He professed this to her, and she accepted. Oh what nights of passion they had afterwards. The gods themselves dream of such things! But she was not sure. She was not confident. Finally, one day she decided to test him. She took his gifts and sold them, buying the most beautiful slave girl ever – so beautiful, she was, that the royal court bid against her. But she prevailed. Yet she did not take the slave into her home. Instead, she sent her to seduce the man in the marketplace. She didn’t believe his vow of exclusivity, you see?”

The eyes suddenly flashed brightly and looked at X, who was lost in his own imagination of the story.

“She did not believe! Fool that she was. She did not believe in herself, you see! Despite the nights, despite his vow, despite everything, she felt she would never be enough to sate a man’s passion forever. More foolish, she thought it was a thing worth striving for! So she sent the slave girl to seduce him. He succumbed, of course. How could he not? Is it not a man’s nature to take what is freely given him? The rest, of course, you can guess. Murder. Suicide. It is an old tale. It matters not, the details. Their love was lost. That is enough. Lost forever, and never to be found again.”

“That is a sad story,” X said quietly. She was straddling him, fucking him now. But he didn’t care. His body responded, but he was looking into her eyes. Looking back at her as they fucked. He wanted to kiss her – to kiss her soul.

“They say she still exists, somewhere. Searching for something that doesn’t exist. Searching for exclusivity. It is a noble goal, man. You cannot achieve it. Your body will not allow it, but… I think perhaps… there still may be a way if you change the definition.”

He felt her quicken her pace on top of him, but he was still blind to everything but her golden eyes as their lids closed to just a sliver of glowing gold beneath darkness.

“The body does not matter, man… Only the soul matters. Perhaps you can remain exclusive… in your soul. She did not understand this. She remains lost, looking for what cannot be. But you may learn that it is possible. A lesson she will never learn. In this you have not failed. Your body is fucking me, but your soul is not.”

Suddenly she howled, catlike and mournful. He felt her walls constrict and relax in pulsing rhythm to her orgasm as his body continued to rise and fall, never stopping, never satisfied. But she became satisfied, at last, until she collapsed upon him. She lay on his chest then, breathing hard and crying.

He had no words, but he stroked the slick black fur of her back, unable to console her grief but still trying… empathizing. That he had failed seemed pointless now. What he felt now was nothing but pity for this creature of blackness. Slowly the darkness raised itself from his eyes and he began to see her outline. He was still buried deep within her, still erect.

“You failed, man,” she finally said, between sobs. “You failed again.”

“I did, Borin. I did and I don’t care. You… have my sympathy.”

“Thank you, man. Now go. You want to relieve me of my burden but I cannot be relieved. Go back to Lisrain. I will not bother you again. I have known you, and you are just a man. No better, no worse. Just a man. You will keep her happy, this I know. And this is all that can be asked of a man. No more.”

He left her there, knowing he was still heavily scented with her perfume. He wore it in her honor for the suffering she had been through and would continue to go through. As he left her hut and began to walk back towards Lisrian’s, a voice came from the darkness between them. Farnsworth.

“Is she crying?” he asked quietly.

“Yes. Farnsworth… Yes. She’s crying.”

X felt the man take his hand. “It’s okay X. It’s okay. She’s a special creature, you know.”

“Very special, Farnsworth. I’m sorry I wasn’t the man she was looking for.”

“Don’t be, sorry X. I don’t know if she’ll ever realize it but… I am that man.”

X stood stunned, not knowing what to say.

“We have a special kind of Hell, X,” Farnsworth said. I suppose everyone does. But we’re still together. And someday maybe she will recognize me again. She is worth the wait.“

"Farnsworth isn’t your real name then?”

The man laughed. “Farnsworth? Hell no! Do I look like a Farnsworth?! I’ve forgotten my real name, X. Maybe someday she’ll tell me. I’ll go in to her now.”

“Farnsworth… I’m sorry, for what it’s worth.”

“For what? For being a man? Might as well be sorry for breathing, X. I know her methods. There was no hope for you. Did you tell Lisrian?”

X nodded.

“Good. Very good. You’re a good man X. But now I want to get back to her. She’ll be sad all day, but I think I make her feel a little better.

X continued on towards Lisrian’s hut, feeling worse than he had since he arrived. As he watched Farnsworth enter the hut, it struck him suddenly. Who was being punished here?

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 #5

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.

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 – #3

Incarnation – #3 – by bluedraggy

He remained within his guide’s embrace a little longer. His outburst
of grief had subsided, but her warm breasts against his skin – even if
they were mostly covered in fur – was comforting, and he appreciated the
touch and caring of another being even more than the sexual titillation.
But even here, in the afterlife, he couldn’t deny the latter was
present as well.

As if sensing this, she held him a little longer before pulling away.

“You’re going to be okay, X,” her deep voice purred. “Now if you’re done nuzzling my breasts, can we move on?”

He agreed and took her hand once again.

“Can you read my mind?” he asked sometime later.

“X,
I don’t have to be a mind-reader. Any female can sense such things, even
if they can’t see your penis. But no, I can’t read your mind. I only
know what you did in life. Here, it’s another matter entirely.”

“You’re… female then?”

“Well
duhh! We have some few males in our particular sector of Hell, but most
of the masturbators are male, and the prescribed punishment nearly
always requires a female. But I’ll have you know I’m one of the best in
Hell at what I do! Well… I guess that’s not necessarily a ‘plus’ for
you.”

“What do you do. What fate awaits me in Hell?” he asked tremulously, not sure he even wanted to hear the answer.

“Can’t
tell you yet. You’ll know soon enough. But I can promise you it won’t
involve any shit-eating,” she said, then laughed. “Unless it’s mine!”

“I’m… not really into that,” X said.

“You
think I don’t know that? But if you think Hell is a place where you get
what you’re ‘into’, I’m afraid you’re quite mistaken. Here you get what
you’re handed and try and make the most of it. But I need to tell you
more. First, you’re going to see things which will certainly shock you,
and I’m not just talking about us demons. Forms are a little fluid here.
Some of us demons make use of that. You’ll get used to it eventually.
But there’s something else you really need to understand. About me and
all the demons…”

“What’s that?” the man said, apprehensive but beginning to accept his new reality as inevitable.

“X,
I like you. Really I do. But I’m not exactly your friend here, at least not like you normally think of friends. I’m something
more and something less. I’m your demon. I enjoy watching you suffer. I
can’t help it, you understand. It’s my nature, just like yours is to get
horny when you feel a woman’s breast. I can’t even really be sorry for
it, any more than you can feel sorry that your dick gets hard. It’s what
we are. But I hope you can understand that it doesn’t also mean I hate
you. I don’t, truly! And nothing I will do to you will do
any permanent harm. But in Hell, you exist to please me… see? I will be
your master, and you’ll be my toy – to do whatever I want. I know you’re
not used to that way of thinking, but you will get it eventually.”

X stayed quiet while he tried to understand what she was telling him.

“So, are you going to, like, saw me in half every day and then the next day do it all over again or something?”

The
laugh came again, deep and somehow comforting in an odd way. “There you
go again, imagining your worst fears. You need to stop that! We don’t
cut anyone in half in our sector, nor anything like that. Maybe in the
lowest levels they do things like that, but not where we’re going! Look,
try not to speculate until we get there. Just try to understand, no
matter what I do, we can still be, well – if not exactly ‘friends’, at least we can like each other! It doesn’t have to be the
kind of Hell you imagine. You will suffer, I can’t deny that. But there
are many kinds of suffering, you know?”

“I guess,” he said, uncomforted.

They
walked on in silence. Time passed differently here, he was sure, but he
would have guessed it was at least twenty minutes or more that they
walked together in silence. And silence it was. The only sounds he could
hear was her hooves clattering on the floor, her deep breathing – again
almost a purr – and the obscene sound of his penis flapping against his
legs. At least he was getting used to the nudity. He’d never been
particularly gifted in the manhood department, but neither was he embarrassed by his body. He was on whole rather average in
that department. He’d seen more. He’d seen less. And his wife had
assured him a lifetime ago that he was, in her experience which was
admittedly more than his own concerning penises, quite enough for her. He
had believed her. She had passed away some years before his own
death, but he had never had reason to doubt her.

“Hey!” his companion said, breaking the monotonous rhythm. “Hey X, you want to fuck me?”

Her
suggestion collided with his own recollections of his one and only
mate, yet he felt a twitch that he couldn’t deny. Even as his brain was
processing the incongruous thoughts of his dead wife and this female
demon walking beside him, his dick had already answered for it’s part.

“Jeeze! I don’t even know your name!”

“Oh,
that. Sorry. You’re right. We’ve never been properly introduced. My
name is Lisrian, vice-head Succubus of the 1827th Sector of Hell,” she
said, stopping to shake his hand formally.

Though still blind as a
bat, he felt odd shaking ‘hands’ with a demoness. Her talons were hard and cold. But some social
graces were still needed even here, and he was rather glad of the formal
ritual. It grounded him.

“So… now you know my name. Obviously I know yours, but for proper etiquette, what is it?” asked the Succubus.

“I
can’t exactly say ‘Pleased to meet you’, Lisrian, seeing that you’re
literally taking me to Hell. But my name is X and I am at your service,”
he replied, realizing too late what he had just said. “Wait! I didn’t
mean…”

“You’ll be at my service plenty, X. Don’t worry about it.
But I am glad to meet you anyway, and I don’t need your service right
now. I just thought you might want to fuck me before we get back to
Hell. You could probably ignore the fur and stuff better here, while
you’re blind. And… well… I’m not supposed to say anything till we get
back to Hell, but you won’t be able to have any orgasms there. This is
sort of your last chance. I’m offering myself to you here, while you can
still take full pleasure in it. When we pass into Hell, it will be too
late.”

“But… my wife… I was married before I got here. I don’t know…” he started, but she interrupted him.

“BULLSHIT! She died 10 years before you. You haven’t been married for 10 years. You suck as a liar, X.”

“Well, that’s so, but still.”

“What
part of Till Death Do Us Part did you not understand? Fuck, X, you’re a
free agent here! Your vow is fulfilled! At least take advantage of the
few positives you have. Look, I’m not going to pressure you, and I’m not dying to fuck you, as much as you might wish I were. But I’d like to
fuck you, and I think you’d like to fuck me. After this, the party’s
over for you in the ‘squirt-squirt’ department. Come on, empty those balls
one last time while you can. But that’s it. I won’t ask again. I’m
sorry if I’ve offended you. Trust me, I’ll get all the jollies I can
handle when we get back.”

“I… Where? This ground is kinda hard!”

“Leave that to me. I can see, remember? Just… trust me, there are places – comfortable places – nearby.”

He
nodded, and she took his hand in hers again, and led him somewhere not
far away. She bade him to lay down at a certain place and, true to her
word, the surface was firm but pliable. Comfortable enough. Then she kissed him and he felt
her face for the first time. He was no blind savant though. He wasn’t
able to make out it’s shape terribly well. There was a snout, that was
clear. But her kiss was warm and inviting, an the rather too-large
tongue that sought out his own stirred him despite it’s rough surface.
He knew immediately that, at least facially, she had the basic structure
of a Big Cat. Suddenly his touches made sense. Here were the fangs,
there the wide nose and the furred, strong jaws. Most surprising was her
breath actually, not at all offensive, which he might have expected. Soon his
body was responding nicely as he returned her kiss, regardless of her
strange shape. Those parts that were most necessary were
present and her reaction when he lowered his head to her breasts was as
human as he could have asked.

Her moan was deep and guttural, and
he heard her breathing quicken when he took one blessedly fur-less
nipple into his mouth. His hands stroked her other breast and side as
she shifted to lie under him. Somewhere in his mind he noted that her
legs parted and felt relatively normal to his touch, at least her upper
thighs that he could feel, so that when finally his fingertips brushed across her mound,
all the parts were in the expected places and configuration. The touch brought another
moan from the heaving chest and he switched to her other teat as his
free hand teased her lightly below. It took little time before he felt
her passion transform into wetness and he parted her lips gently while
continuing to suckle at her breast.

She began to writhe then and
he let a finger or two slip within, before removing them and bringing
her own lubricant to bear on her nipples, as he savored both her nipple
and her nectar at once. At this, she truly began to buck, obviously
ready for him to take her fully. But he resisted. Though blind, this was
also the first female he had held, besides his dead wife, in so long he
couldn’t remember. Demoness or no, if this was going to be his last
orgasm, he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to enjoy it to the fullest.
Instead of mounting her, he cupped her furred ass in his hands and
raised her mound to his tongue. At this, she began to roar, and
her strong hands found the back of his head and pulled his face into
her increasingly slippery pussy. He obliged as best he could, but
– afterlife or no – he did still have to breath occasionally. He lapped at
her gently at first, but her insistent pressure on the back of his head
signaled that she didn’t mind a stronger touch, and he obliged.

Soon
his tongue was darting in and out of her as her hips rose to meet it,
syncing up. While he noted the oddness of the tail protruding from her
upper rump, his hands had strayed farther down, and now explored her ass
properly, straying ever closer to her anus while his tongue plowed her
womanhood as deep as it would go. She must have felt the impending touch
of finger-on-asshole and she began to shudder, her legs wrapping around
him as she came onto his face. He finally completed the maneuver on her
rear and touched her asshole gently, sending another wave of orgasm
over her body, her roar returning.

Finally, she pulled his head
away from her pussy and compelled him to climb back up to meet her. He
must have tasted of her juice, but she thrust her tongue into his mouth
as if thanking him for his service by reaching for his tonsils. The
softness of her under-tongue against his own brought his penis to full
mast then, and he felt it pressing against her wetness, the tip rubbing
and bouncing against her slick clitoris as it throbbed with his
heartbeat. Her tongue retreated then, but her mouth remained open…
inviting. He accepted the invitation as his most primal instinct began
to assert itself fully. The inside of her mouth was warm as she sucked
his tongue. But below… Below his cock sank slowly into a soft, slippery
and inviting mound until it came to rest as deeply as it could go.

They
stayed there, his tongue exploring her odd but warm and wet mouth, her
need sucking it gently but wantonly. Meanwhile below, his cock throbbed
balls deep inside her cunt. He felt her pulsing within there too, as if
trying desperately to join his juices with it’s own right there and
then, without even having moved her hips to meet his.

It was too
much. It had been too long. But she was experienced in such things. She
nodded, almost imperceptibly. She released his tongue and he hugged her
tightly to himself, feeling the coolness of her still-wet nipples
against his own. With only a single thrust, he came. Hard. He felt
himself jerk within her, bending her walls to his penis’ shape. Once.
Twice. More. His orgasm had begun, but still the release held off and he
was all but lost to conciousness, pressing against her breasts with all
his weight while his hands instinctively grabbed her ass, as if he
could enter her even deeper. And then the release came at last, and he
bucked and rutted his seed into her – a finger finding it’s way inside
her from behind as he became an animal of pure lust himself, bent on
exploring every hole she had to it’s depths. He no longer thought of her
as a demoness, nor where he was, nor what the future might hold for
him. He had become pure passion and his only concious thought remaining
was the craving to get even deeper inside her legs somehow – any how.
His mind swirled with thoughts of her pussy and ass as his balls pumped
spurt after spurt of sperm deep into her. He didnt even hear her scream
his name as she too became a feral creature, grabbing his ass and
encouraging it to pump more and more from his prostate into her thirsty
womb.

And then it was over as he lay panting atop her heaving
chest. He felt the claws release his ass cheeks slowly, as if wishing to
never let go. He slid his own finger gently from her anus while his
other hand relaxed it’s death-grip on her other ass cheek. His dick
still throbbed within her, but it’s stone-hard solidity was waning,
allowing her interior to return to it’s own shape instead of conforming
to his. He did not withdraw from her directly. It had been too powerful
for that. Instead he let nature relax his penis within her, dribbling
out it’s last attempt to impregnate her. He even felt her walls
rythmically pulsing, still trying to draw in more of his fluid, though
he was sure he had filled her to overflowing anyway. It was a greedy
cunt, and even now it was not completely sated. His dick gave all it had
left, and the never-satisfied pussy finally released it’s captive man.
The sigh that escaped the demoness’ mouth at it’s exit seemed to him to
mimic her pussy’s sadness at having been finally abandoned by his cock,
now resting against the furry cleft of her butt cheeks.

He knew
the wetness that he felt now flowing out from her was his excess seed,
running down her ass crack to soak whatever it was that they had laid
upon.

And then, finally, after what seemed hours, she turned to
him and began licking his genitals. He submitted gladly, not minding the
rough tongue that greedily tasted anything he might have left over on
his cock and balls until they were thoroughly cleaned. Then they sat up
together. Her hand found his and she led him out from whereever they had
been to some source of water. It was cool, but not cold against his
crotch as she bathed him a little before using it on herself.

“Sorry, there are no towels here,” she said, breaking the silence at last. No words had been needed.

“Lisrian. That was…”

“I know, X. I know. You’re quite a lover, for a dead man.”

“And you. I can’t wait to see what you look like.”

“Is it really that important? After… that?”

“No. Not really. Thank…” he began, but she put a hard talon to his lips.

“Shh.
There is no need to thank me. I got more pleasure out of that than you
could possibly have. It’s I who should be thanking you.”

X smiled, “I doubt that very much. But yes. Let’s go on, if my legs will hold out a little longer.”

“I’m
sorry, X. For… what you’ll have to go through. Really I am,” she said,
though the deep purring that had started shortly after their
post-orgasmic rest still was running strong.

“Right now, Lisrian, I think nothing could make me happier than to be tortured by you.”

“I hope so,” she purred, barely audible as they began to resume their trek.

“Oh, I don’t know if I should mention it, but we got a round of applause from the locals!”

“WHAT?” X shouted. “What do you mean!”

“Well, the people who live in this realm. You can’t see or hear them, I know. But they were really impressed!”

“Are you saying we just fucked in front of hundreds of people?”

“Um… no?” she responded hesitantly.

“I don’t want to know, do I?”

“No. On second thought, you really don’t. Forget it. Let’s just move on, shall we?”

He
wasn’t sure, but he felt like she had just the faintest tinge of a
giggle there at the end. A deep, feline giggle, but a giggle none the
less.

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.

Incarnation – #1

Incarnation – #1 – by bluedraggy

The fog broke around him, his vision slowly morphing from utter blackness to grey and finally to dazzling white. He stepped from the place where he had been to a new place. As if walking out of an old black and white movie of London, he slowly became aware of color. The clear, perfect blue sky above him was almost painfully blue. He found he was walking towards something. He had a goal, but he wasn’t exactly sure what it was or why he desired it. Still, whatever this place was, it was infinitely preferable to where he had been.

He focused as his mind became clearer on what he was seeing. From horizon to horizon stretched some sort of barred wall, broken only by a huge ornate gate which he realized was his destination. He looked down to see what he was walking on, but realized soon that he had no idea what it was – only that it was pure white and spotless. But the sight of his bare feet on that pristine floor was somehow disturbing – as if the touch of his feet on the unblemished ground was profane. Sacrilege. He paused. What was it he was walking on?

It wasn’t stone or marble. It was warm and soft. Yielding to his weight. He searched his memory. What was this? Who was he?

Then his thoughts shifted as he realized he was naked. Suddenly his mind was reeling. ‘Where WAS this’? ‘Who was he’? The answers came to him in a flood that literally floored him. His knees buckled and he fell screaming to the odd, soft ground. He lay there for a long time, eyes tightly shut, screaming until his throat hurt. No comfort came but that of the ground itself and the sun overhead. Yet, eventually, it was enough. The softness absorbed his tears that left no trace, and the sun shone on his skin. He stopped his outburst and chuckled slightly as he realized just where the sun was shining. “And they say it never shines there…” came unbidden to his mind.

He uncurled himself from the fetal ball he had assumed, got back onto his feet and looked towards the gate. There was a figure there, clad in white robes. The beard marked him as a man, but the wings marked him as something more than a man, as if the halo glowing with a gold intensity even from this distance above his head wasn’t enough. He knew his name. Instinctively he looked around for something to cover himself with, but there was nothing.

“You came naked into being on Earth, X. You leave it the same way. Do not be ashamed. We all come naked to our final destiny. Come,” said a low but kindly voice from the figure. It should not have been audible from this distance, but the Saint may as well have been standing next to him.

It was a long walk nevertheless. How long he couldn’t be sure, but the flapping of his genitalia against his legs made him as embarrassed as he had ever been.

The Saint laughed, as if reading his thoughts. “Relax man. We are what we are made. The Creator’s work is not something to be ashamed of. You were made a man, and a man you will always be. Now come, we have work to do.”

He relaxed, still embarrassed but also comforted somewhat. At least his body was not what it had become before his life had ended. It was, on examination, the body he had always thought of himself as having. It wasn’t the wrinkled, liver-spotted thing he had left behind. Nor was it the impossibly beautiful thing he had been in his youth. It lay somewhere between those two extremes, but it was undoubtedly his. Like a well-broken in pair of jeans that had not yet reached the ratty stage, but still had the wear of experience on it’s edges, he realized he was comfortable in it. It was… right.

The Saint’s eyes followed him as he came near at last. A thought struck him and he put a hand to his own chin.

The gatekeeper laughed again, a genuine, warm sound. “No, X. You won’t grow a beard here. You chose to shave in life, you are shaved here. Back in my time beards were a thing. Of course, we didn’t have razors either! So I get to keep mine.”

“You are Saint Peter,” he said, kneeling.

“Of course! But don’t kneel to me. I’m just a Saint. We have tons of Saints here. If you keep kneeling to us all, you’ll never get anywhere! Still, I appreciate the respect. Some, shall we say, don’t really get it.”

“So… Christianity then?”

The Saint nodded, adding, “For you, yes. For others? Who knows. It’s not our place to say. But you were a Christian, more or less at least. So you have come here. As a Christian, I assume you know what comes next?”

“You… are the keeper of the Gate of Heaven.”

“That’s right. I decide if you come in, or… don’t. But the final arbiter is our Lord of course. On the last day only he will judge. But know this. I am fallible. I may be a Saint, but I am still just a man. Do not take my decision as your ultimate fate. Understand?”

The man that Saint Peter called X nodded.

“Good,” Saint Peter continued. “Now, shall we proceed?”

Suddenly a book appeared in his hands. Not a huge book, but it’s edges were gilded in shining silver and on it’s cover, in a language he didn’t recognize yet understood perfectly, were the words ‘The Book of Life’.

Saint Peter’s eyes looked deeply into his own, their look expressing both sorrow and sympathy. “It’s not an easy job,” he said. “I wish sometimes I’d never accepted it.” Then he sighed and opened the book.

X looked on, trying to peer around the edge while the Saint scanned the pages, but he turned the book away and gave the man an amused look. “No, no no! No peeking! Now let’s see… No other Gods before me… Hmm… What’s this about Buddhism?”

“Oh, just a little investigation. Curious, you know…” he said sincerely. He wasn’t worried about that one.

“Yes, I suppose so. Not a very religious man though. Not devout.”

The man had to agree, shaking his head sadly.

“Well, that’s okay. Not preferred, mind you, but we can’t all be Saints now, can we?”

“Obviously not!”

“Alright, let’s move along… You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of anything. You were an artist of sorts I see…”

“Of… sorts I guess…”

“Oh, let’s see some of your work… Oh my god! You drew that!?!”

The man hung his head in shame. “I don’t know which one you’re looking at, but I’m sure I did.”

“Holy cow man! And I don’t say that lightly! How could she even…”

The man hung his head lower. “I…”

Saint Peter scowled. “That is not something our Lord would approve of! But it doesn’t constitute an idol either. Wait… what’s this? What’s a ‘waifu’?”

“It’s kind of like an imaginary wife.”

“That’s no wife. That’s not even human.”

“It was a phase,” the man protested weakly.

“Well, again it’s not something we approve of, but whatever you did with her in your imagination, that isn’t really worshipping as we understand it here. We’ll let it slide…”

“Thank you Mr… Peter?”

The eyes scowled at him from over the book again, but turned a page and began reading again.

“You shall not misuse the name of the Lord your God.”

“I hope that doesn’t mean…”

“Oh, Heaven’s no! If we refused everyone who said that, we’d be empty of anyone but Saints – and probably more than a few of us too! No, you’re good here. Let’s move on.”

In his heart, X was beginning to worry. He knew where this was leading. But, he supposed, he probably had no choice but to endure it anyway.

“Remember the Sabbath… not too bad… Honor your father and mother. Ooh! Nice score here! That’s a plus!”

“Thank you.”

“No murder, check. No adultery. Wow! Considering your ‘artwork’ I’m a little surprised by that! Good job!”

The man nodded, beginning to be hopeful.

“Though shalt not steal… Mmmm. Fail. But it wasn’t too much or too often. I’ll overlook it, in deference to your adultery score. Pretty rare that actually.”

“False testimony… good job! Pretty honest, all things considered. And finally…. Thou Shalt Not Covet Your Neighbor’s House, Wife or Property…”

He watched Saint Peter’s eyes closely as they scanned the page. Suddenly though, the Saint gasped. He flipped back to a previous page, then went back. His eyes grew wide.

The Saint looked at him, but this time the eyes weren’t so gentle. He closed the book and it disappeared.

The man was baffled. “What? What? My neighbor lived in a trailer and his wife was ugly! I never…”

Saint Peter drew in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and exhaled finally before speaking. “You don’t really understand this commandment, X. I’ll try to put this as delicately as I can. Do you know the meaning of the word ‘covet’? Well let me explain it to you. It means to Desire. To Crave. To Long for. Sir, you have been Coveting since you reached adulthood.”

“But not my…” he began, but the Saint interrupted him.

“Your neighbor, Sir, is anyone you encounter. Images are encounters. I’m sorry X, but I just read the tally of your Covetousness. I do believe you’ve managed to beat the record, barring the mentally ill – which you are not.”

“You mean…”

“Masturbation, Mr. X! Need I be clearer? No sir, you will not pass these gates. Good day to you. I hope you aren’t offended if I don’t shake your hand. Someone will be along shortly to take you to your destination.”

With that, the Saint snapped the book closed, at which it promptly disappeared.

“But…”

“There’s a special place where you’re going for your kind, Mr. X. You’ll fit right in.”

“Masturbation? You were serious ’bout dat?”

The Saint had turned his back to the gate but paused and chuckled a bit, looking over his shoulder. “Good ‘Joe Pesci’, Mr. X. Yes, I’ve seen the movie. Now, please… don’t touch the gate. She’ll be along soon.”