Page 20 of Hell and Its Pleasures

With the fingers and the tail moving differently, there was not a single second of reprieve from the rigorous fucking. Both pulled back to look at me, and ordered I look back: “Look at us, filthy priest!” they commanded, and my head lolled down, bouncing between my shoulders as they moved without mercy. My body was hot, and the consistency—scraping against my prostate, fucking ceaselessly—had me coming quickly, pumping into the air.

Bliss.

My head rolled back as I rode out this protracted orgasm, my hole clenching and unclenching around the things pulsing inside my body, until I clenched around nothing. Dizzy from orgasm, I hadn’t noticed them both pulling out, until I looked up in time to watch the larger of the two feeding its fat cock into me.

They hadn’t opened me up enough.

The pain felt like this: sharp, severe, localised, a little alarm ringing in the cleft of my ass. I strained and jumped away, edging my hips higher into the air, but the four-armed demon hauled me down and kept me in place as the other repositioned itself.

My breathing was erratic and shallow. Fear had laced my desire; I wanted it, and I didn’t want it. In a flurry I said, “Wait—!Wait!”

Panic overrode pleasure. My spent cock flopped useless and dripping in the air as I fidgeted, but the demons whispered to me.

“Stay still, little lamb,” one cooed.

“You wanted this. You begged for it.”

“Please,” I whispered, meeting the eyes of the one holding me in place.

“See?” The pair of them laughed, and I flushed so hot from their rancour. “There you go again, begging like a bitch in heat.”

And those four rough hands became six as the other demon held onto my thighs and pulled me onto its cock.

I didn’t open easily. My hole shuddered apart, and I screamed, eyes disappearing in my skull so hard that my vision whited out. I felt nothing but the girth and the warmth, my hole spasming as it adjusted to the sudden size, but the demon didn’t wait for me to relax. It started grunting short and fast, ramming deep into my guts, its grip tight around my thighs.

At first it felt sharp, but soon my pleasure doused that pain, and I ground my hips down to meet each thrust.

The other one lifted its four hands from my body and used them instead to tease my nipples and cock at once. Overstimulation hit me almost immediately. I forgot what I had been concerned about. I forgot to be embarrassed. I let myself get fucked, let the demon’s cock slide in and out of my dripping hole, and I rode the pleasure that pulsed in waves up my spine. The demon’s cock wept precome into me and with every thrust my hole became looser and wetter. When it tired, the fucking turned slow, but each thrust stayed brutal, balls slapping against my taint and cock scraping deep.

I must have been whining and crying out, for the other one turned my chin towards it and kissed me. Both tongues met mine, and my body dipped into a new state. I felt drunk, my head woozy. I suddenly couldn’t see straight, with everything fogging in my periphery, a vignette of pleasure focusing me on the two demons touching every inch of my body.

“Such a cock slut,” a voice said, and it echoed back with a choral harmony, near angelic in how it made me feel. Yes, I was a cock slut. Yes, I was desperate, and pathetic, and perhaps I had been born to be used for the pleasure of demons. That was my entire purpose.

“Aren’t you?” three light slaps against my face, calling my wandering attention back to them. “Say it, slut.”

“I am such a cock slut,” I breathed out. “Yes—I. . .I am meant for this. I am meant to be used.”

They clicked their tongues at me.

“Pathetic.”

“Good boy. You want another cock in you, don’t you?”

Part of me winced—no, I can’t,I cannot, I will break—and this part of me, in its blasphemous manner, almost called out to God for His mercy. But there was no mercy in Hell, no mercy from these creatures, and even if begged for it, I knew Iwould be betraying the seed of purpose I had unfurling in my stomach. Because it was not a ‘want’. It was a craving. A necessity. Lust burning as hot as hellfire—I begged, and my voice sounded foreign, belonging to some other, braver man as I called out, “Fill me. Break me on your cocks.”

The whole scene around us sighed. There was a great unfurling, as if there had been a shared tension in all of our bodies, and my plea had popped it open. A rush of warm air swirled through the church in a barrage, and there was a clamour of bells that rang in echoes with great intensity. All thought collapsed beneath the sound. And when the demons leaned forward, their eyes predatory with lust as they kissed me, my mind left my body.

Perhaps it was my soul detaching itself from the flesh. It floated up with my consciousness—the priest monk who had spent decades marinating in his shame—and I let it go. Left behind was the animalistic urge, the pull to pleasure, and an eagerness I could not ignore.

Yes, this was right. I had been cowardly for too long, unable to commit in spirit to what my body had already done. But now, with the shackles loosened, I could slip free. God could not see me here.

Only Asmodeus could.

I flexed my hands and feet against the nails plunged through them. The blood had already crusted around my palms, but the soles of my feet remained sticky and slick. At this angle, my spine twinged in discomfort, and I knew even the most minute of thrusts could be enough to dislodge something significant or could cause great pain. Which frightened me as it would any man—and yet also. . .

I felt both their cocks pressing against my hole, their heads kissing the twitching open thing. United, they pushed forward, and pressed me open.

In some kindness, they moved slowed enough that I didnot lose consciousness. I clung to the blurry vision of their gleeful, delirious faces to ground myself, even as my flesh twitched and stung and rebelled against the press of those too-large lengths. My body fought it, but also loved it—my already spent cock jumped back to life between my legs, slick with precum. I shivered when their hands roamed over my chest, trying to calm the animal response my body had towards the panic and the pain. But as they kissed and slid further in, and as I opened, as my body relaxed around the thick mass of them, my mind—broke.

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