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 #6

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No, it’s not Donner by any means, but I just like it so, as far as I’m concerned, it’s close enough.

He did as he was told. Outside Lisrian’s little stone hut, he saw others as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Had he tried to do this when he was alive, his knees would have been in agony, but his body now was more vigorous, the bones less brittle. The humiliation was worse than anything else. The only consolation was that, as he began to be able to see better and was able to tell, no one bothered to look at the two. They didn’t go far. She turned off the main path just a couple of huts down and walked right in, only calling “Borin? Are you here?” in warning.

A man came from behind a partition to greet them. Like X, he was naked as were all the humans he’d seen so far.

“She’s napping, Lisrian. Oh! You have your man I see?”

“Indeed I do! X, this is Farnsworth. He’s my best friend’s man. Go ahead X, you may stand.”

X was more than a little confused, not quite knowing how to greet another man in Hell. Fortunately Farnsworth took up the slack and shook his hand. “Welcome to Hell, X. You getting along okay?”

“Quite… well, I suppose,” he said. “I’ve only just arrived and am still getting used to things.”

“Afraid you never get used to it entirely, my friend. But I guess that’s the point. Another masturbator obviously. CP myself. Awful stuff. I really don’t know how I stomached it. What about you? What was your poison?”

X looked at Lisrian, but she was making herself comfortable on a chair nearby. “I’m… not sure I’m comfortable talking to you about it. Especially not,” he looked down at himself, “like this.”

“Oh! Got yourself a butt plug too? Nice. Not a problem, not a problem. When you’ve been here as long as I have, you lose that…. embarrassment. But what can we do? We all have to pay for our crimes, and I guess this the ultimate punishment.”

“They,” he continued, nodding towards Lisrian who was idly watching them, “like to use that embarrassment for a while, but eventually you do get over it. When you go around naked all the time, it’s pretty hard not to. Plus… well, never mind that. We’ll talk more when you’ve gotten used to Hell. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“We’ll have some water. In a bowl,” Lisrian said, to which Farnsworth nodded and headed off to fetch it.

“A bowl?” X asked, but pretty much knew what was coming.

The demoness smiled slyly. “I want to watch you lap it up. Forgive a girl her indulgences.”

X nodded to her dejectedly. “It’s only what I deserve,” he thought to himself. “It’s what I’m here for after all.”

Farnsworth returned and looked to Lisrian who gestured to a place nearby her chair. After setting it down, Farnsworth sat cross-legged on the floor nearby.

“Drink,” commanded Lisrian.

X sighed, but knew he had to get used to this treatment. He put his head to the water and began to slurp.

“No,” Lisrian said quietly. “With your tongue. Like I do.”

He tried his best to do so, though it was pretty fruitless work. He felt like all he was managing was to get his chin wet. Unexpectedly he felt her hand stroking his balls while he drank as best he could. He looked up at the Demoness, and saw she was idly fondling herself with her other hand.

“Turning you on am I?” he said, knowing full well it was a bit of a cheeky thing to say to his Demon.

“A little,” she grinned at him. Oddly he found it pleased him to know his humiliation was at least providing her with some perverse pleasure.

Then something came into the room from behind the partition that Farnsworth had emerged from. Their ‘bedroom’ he assumed. She stood no more than 5 feet in height, but somehow her shape suggested much more than that.

“Borin, you lazy cat,” Lisrian said, standing to greet her friend. “Give me a hug!”

Borin was indeed a cat, much moreso than Lisrian who had aspects of multiple animals in addition to the demonic wings. Borin, on the other hand, could not be mistaken for anything else. Her tail snaked along behind her like a separate animal of it’s own. But though she too was furred from head to toe like Lisrian, hers was jet black, not Lisrian’s tawny color. X watched her move towards his own Demon with the grace of… well… what else? Her dark-tipped nipples shone in the flickering light from the sconces on the walls.

“Lisrian,” she said with the vaguest touch of an accent – the first he had noticed since he’d been here. “You have your man! Very good. Is he… subserviant yet?”

“He’s learning,” Lisrian said proudly. X, come greet my best friend, Borin.

X stood up, but at a gesture from his Demon, he returned to all fours and crawled up to her instead.

“Vvery good! Mmm! He looks deliciously embarassed. Want to smell my cunt, X?”

X’s eyes grew large. This was not something he expected, nor did he know how to respond. But both Demons laughed at his reaction.

“Oh he’s precious Lisrian! You’re going to have a lot of fun with him!”

“Already have,” she said, smiling at him evilly. “Already have… X, if she wants you to smell her cunt, you smell it. If she wants you to lick her, you do so. No, don’t look at Farnsworth, he is not a Demon. He has no say in the matter.”

“It’s okay X,” the other man said. “It’s another thing you have to get used to. Yes, it bothers me. There’s no reason to lie. But I’ve done the same to others. We are here to be punished for our sins. In the scheme of things, that’s a small price to pay.”

“You will get hard, X. You will get hard licking my pussy, and you won’t want to, but you will anyway,” the cat said, it’s gold eyes flashing with humor while it’s tail wove patterns in the air behind it. “But no, you are not my man. Perhaps another time. For now, listen to Lisrian. You have a good Demon, X. A very good Demon. You should be proud she has chosen you for her ward.”

Lisrian smiled at that, and X was relieved. A part of him knew he would indeed be turned on by this dark mistress, but another part of him didn’t want to become so by her. He’d known Lisrian for such a short time, but already he felt he should not do so. He was hers, and all his morality – such as it was – told him that she should be his only interest, no matter what his body did of it’s own accord.

Instead, the cat got down on all fours near where Lisrian sat back on her chair and lifted her ass towards Farnsworth, her breasts resting against the floor. “Farny, be a dear and lick me would you? Just my pussy, please.”

“With great pleasure, my lady!” the man said, and from the look on his face, as well as his rapidly swelling cock, X had little doubt that he was telling the truth.

“Don’t get too horny, Pet,” she said as he pressed his face to her exposed butt. “I want to talk with Lisrian.”

The man mumbled something, his head buried deep under her tail.

“X,” Lisrian said, and he turned back to face her. He should not have been surprised to see she was sitting on the edge of the chair now, laying back and her legs splayed high and back, exposing herself shamelessly. “You too.”

He did not hesitate to comply. He licked her slowly and completely, not neglecting but also not concentrating on her clit. Though her thighs and his movements cut off some of the Demoness’ conversation, he gathered they were gossiping about some other neighbors. He knew he was growing hard again, and knew just as well that it was going to suck to not be able to relieve his sexual tension. But he also knew it was deserved, and if his worst punishment was going to be licking Lisrian’s pussy for eternity, he could imagine much worse fates than that. He stopped his attentions for a few moments, just to rest his face against the warm, wet fur and labia of his Demoness and wasn’t completely sure Heaven would have been much better. He felt her stroke his hair and he kissed her clit before resuming his licking.

He was frankly surprised when, hours later, Lisrian stood up from the chair and led him towards the door. Surprised that his tongue hadn’t gotten tired.

“See you later Borin! We’re heading to Donner’s place next. You two have fun!”

“Mmmm,” Borin said, turning to look back to her man, whose face was still buried in her ass. X noticed her tail was arching down, flirting with the man’s ass. “Oh, we will. See you at dinner tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it!” she laughed, and led X out, reminding him to drop to all fours again.

They walked on for a bit, and X felt his cock receed as they passed others, all of which were female demons of various aspects. Some walked with men, some strolled alone. The men were all naked, but some of the demoness’ wore various types of clothing while others were as naked as Lisrian. But the forms were practically innumerable, and no two seemed to be alike. Also, some of them men walked upright, though he was amused to notice that in more than one case they were led not by a leash, but by their penis.

Lisrian noticed and explained that as the men became more subserviant, they were permitted to do so.

“Really, I think you’d be fine already, X. You’re a good man. But I know a lot of these demons and they’d raise a fuss if I let you walk beside me on your first day in town. But you’ve done well. Borin is a good demon, but she’s a bit traditional.”

“Would you have been okay with me… doing what she asked?”

Lisrian stopped and knelt in front of him. He couldn’t help but glance at her breasts, so near, but she either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“X, you do what I say. Got it? If I tell you to lick someone’s pussy, you lick it. But let me give my permission first. It’s okay IF I GIVE PERMISSION. Otherwise, you’re not a free agent here, and you’re not anyone else’s man.”

“Got it,” he said as she stood back up. He was glad of that. Though she had never answered his question directly, it did tell him where he stood socially in this odd, oversexed place.

And then they came to Donner’s house.

“Donner? Are you home?” Lisrian called as they approached. Like before, she didn’t knock but walked right into the other Demon’s hut.

“Right here,” came the response but in an odd, silky voice.

What he saw then, he would never forget. Donner was, for want of any better way to describe him, a large crocodilian Demon. Not only was he the first male Demon X had seen, he was VERY VERY MALE.

He stood perhaps 10 feet in height, but his reptillian tail stretched another good 4 foot beyond that. Yet for all the reptillian shape, the balls between his legs were decidedly NOT reptillian. Enclosed in a shiny, almost latex like scrotum, the ponderous orbs drew his eyes against his will, and he was so embarrassed that he looked away. It wasn’t just that the thing’s testicles were so big, the bag so slick and shiny, but also that they were MOVING so obscenely. Donner was rutting.

“Lisrian! Welcome! Give me just a minute or two. Almost done,” the reptile said, it’s voice lilting almost like a song..

Lisrian sat in a guest chair and gestured for X to sit beside her. Try as he might, X found his eyes constantly drawn back to the scene in front of him. Yet it wasn’t till he finally allowed himself to really LOOK, that he realized exactly what – or WHO – Donner was rutting against. Laying on her back was a woman, her head thrown back off the edge of a couch of sorts. She was almost invisible, laying underneath the massive demon, and the balls he had avoided looking at initially were slapping against her face as it’s penis buried itself up her throat repeatedly. Even as he watched, he felt Lisrian’s hand wrap around his erection and begin stroking him lazily. He looked up at her, but she was watching the scene before her, enraptured.

For all her awkwardness, the woman appeared to be in no discomfort as the balls smacked into her nose, her eyes watching the swinging orbs as fascinated as X and Lisrian. Then the reptile began fucking her face in earnest, nearing it’s peak. The large claws grasped the woman’s head between his legs and the slapping balls stopped their swaying as his pace quickened and his strokes grew more rapid and urgent.

Finally, the thing buried itself deep down his woman’s throat and the balls tightened. His thigh muscles spasmed as his load swirled out from his pulsing testicles to join his prostate’s juices, then through the long tube of his penis, to be delivered directly down her gullet, fresh from his factory. He shoved rhythmically into her, strongly and repeatedly as his ass clenched and unclenched, so long that X was worried for the girl’s breathing since she couldn’t possibly be getting any air with that penis taking every inch of her mouth and throat, and the balls pressed strongly against her nose. But he was relieved to see that the look on her face was anything but panic-stricken. Her eyes were locked on his balls with every sign of extreme lust and pleasure as they emptied into her. Her throat gulped in time to his own spasms.

After what seemed minutes, he slowly withdrew from her throat, his balls relaxing back into their accustom positions, dangling between the reptillian legs while his penis slid out of her throat wetly.

“Not a drop spilled too, you’ll notice,” Lisrian said and he looked up at her, almost startled to realize she was there beside him, watching the depraved scene with as much interest as he must admit to.

“And he’s no tablespoon stud either,” she continued as Donner stroked his rapidly softening penis, the head all that was left still within his woman’s mouth as he tried to extricate the last drops of his seed. “I’ve seen it before. Not a horse, mind you, but still he’s got QUANTITY!”

“Have you…” X began, feeling suddenly jealous when he obviously had no right to be, but unable to deny the emotion too.

“Tasted him? No. Afraid not. Would you like a taste? He’s bound to have a little left,”

X’s eyes grew wide. “Me? Um… no!”

Lisrian’s eyes moved away from the couple, the woman now making slurping sounds as she too was trying to pull any residual sperm out of his cock while he stroked it to give her as much as he possibly could generate.

Lisrian’s focused on X suddenly as if she’d been distracted.

“Oh, I’m sorry X! I forgot it was you! Borin and I watch sometimes. We don’t have many male demons around, and of course the men can’t come, so we come watch these two. Both are very, very good at sex! Really makes you imagine yourself… Oh, sorry. Not you. But most of us females, well, we do like to suck cock. You understand don’t you?”

“Frankly no,” X admitted. “The thought of sucking a cock is revolting to me, but you know that, right? You said you have my memories.”

“I do. And you’re right,” Lisrian responded stroking a claw gently across his balls. “It’s hard to remember when you’re like us and… craving it, you know?”

“Even though I don’t,” X said, “I can honesty say that I’m VERY glad that you do. Crave it, I mean. Makes everything work out well for both of our sexes!”

Suddenly her eyes changed their expression, but again X couldn’t quite read what she was thinking. Only that whatever it was, it was important. “Yes. It really does, doesn’t it?”

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.”