Feature writer: Kain
Feature title: Hell
Uploaded: ASSTR Kristen’s Collection 2007
Copyright: This work is copyrighted to the author 2007. Please don’t remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration.
Author’s Notes: What would it be like to be in hell?
Story Codes: MF, fantasy
Hell
Cyrik was one of the few in Hell who actually enjoyed it. There weren’t too many who could say that, but when one had free reign to do whatever one wanted, it was a
fun place to spend eternity. Cyrik was a Chosen, given that title due to exemplary exploits in service of the dark one. He was able to develop HellTracker1.0, a soul recognition software package used to track the movements of all of Hell’s forsaken.
The Prince of Darkness had been having some problems keeping tabs on all of his inhabitants with many of the living dead actually almost escaping from Hell. So
Satan, who had just a few months previous discovered the joys of internet porn, had decided to accept bids for a computer-oriented solution to his problem. 1000’s
of submissions were looked at and finally Cyrik’s was accepted. It worked out so well that Cyrik was immediately promoted to Chosen, something that usually takes 25,000 years.
Cyrik was originally from what is now called Europe and had been in Hell for about 1700 years. He had a somewhat small sexual appetite during his years on earth (which was often attributed among his Darkfriends as due to the fact that there was no bathing among his tribe) but had developed quite an affinity for the modern female soul that has been being sent to Hell over the past decade. Cyrik, as a Chosen, was able to do virtually whatever he wanted to, whenever he wanted to.
And right now, he wanted to fuck something. That something in particular was a sexy little demon named Kariel. She was tall and slim, medium length hair the color of a soft flame, dark red pouty lips and a great set of large red wings. As was custom among female demons, she wore no top thereby exposing her small, perfectly round breasts and as also was customary, tight black leather pants. Satan loved leather and he loved to see a nice butt in leather even more. Cyrik could not argue with that either.
Since Cyrik was a Chosen, he was lucky enough to have his own little room, just big enough to fit a small bed. Kariel was walking down the corridor and by just pointing to his room, Kariel got the message and knew what he meant. Chosen wore a black medallion that everyone in Hell was aware of and knew what it symbolized. When she walked into the room, Cyrik was already lying down on his small bed completely nude. Just thinking about Kariel had made his dick hard as a rock.
Kariel was one of the most popular female demons in Hell, acquiring quite a reputation for satisfying the higher-ups. Her eyes opened wide at the size of Cyrik, his member was going to be a lot for her to handle. He looked at her and smiled and she knelt down in front of him and turned around. Demons had wings for many important reasons, but one of the best parts of them was their soft, velvety feel.
Cyrik scooted up and slid his dick between her two wonderful wings. With practice, she was able to move her wings up and down while keeping them nice and tight around his throbbing cock. Sliding her wings up and down along his engorged shaft, softly sliding and gliding, feeling his hips beginning to thrust in the air. He put his hands gently against her velvety wings and rubbed them against himself.
Feeling himself getting a little too excited he pushed her away. She stood up and he turned her around. His hands quickly went to her leather pants, fumbling with the button but getting them off to reveal the smoothest pair of legs in Hell. Her aroma filled the small room, threatening to drive Cyrik mad with desire. He turned her around again and bent her over, wanting to get a good look at her immaculate derriere.
Two quick spanks and he was satisfied that this was what he wanted. While keeping her standing but bent over, he got off the bed and knelt beneath her. He just couldn’t resist her erotic scent, he needed to taste it, to experience it for himself. He buried his mouth inside of her, tasting all her body had to offer. Her wetness flowed out of her and on to his lips. He was trying his best to get all of her, lapping and sucking at her like an animal.
Her moans and cries floated down the corridor and the rest of the area knew just who was getting a little action. His tongue darted in and out of her flowing pussy, sucking up all of her bodily perfume. Her body was thrusting back and forth, making it very difficult for Cyrik to keep his mouth where he wanted it. Kariel was screaming for him to fuck her, begging for him to enter her and satisfy her.
Finally, Cyrik complied, falling back onto the bed. She quickly got on top of him, lowering her body onto this immense dick. She almost couldn’t get him all in, but when he thrust up into her, somehow he fit completely inside her. He kept his hips thrust slightly off the bed, while she slammed down on him quickly and repeatedly. Her wings beat back and forth, huge gusts of air spiraling out of the room and into the corridor.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Each time she collapsed onto his body, his gigantic pole threatened to tear her. But it felt so good she didn’t care. All she could do was to use her leg muscles to keep pushing up and down, faster and faster, letting him fill her up, letting him fill her up with
ecstasy, letting him fill her up with such pleasure, she could feel her juices flowing down her tiring legs.
Cyrik felt like he was going insane. Her insides were so soft, so slick, so wet, that he could feel every inch of her with each thrust. His dick was bulging, with every bounce of her body on him, with every slap of her inner thigh on him, with every pounding he gave
her body, his dick threatened to explode on him. He was done allowing her to set the motion, he began to push his hips quickly and decisively upwards, thrusting himself into her harder and faster than he thought he was able to. The only thing she could do was to take it, she re-positioned herself to allow him better access to her dripping pussy.
He grunted unintelligibly and she moaned with sheer and utter delight. Hard up, quick down, Hard up, quick down was the motion, a soft slapping sound was emitted each
time their bodies met. Putting one hand on her hip and the other grabbing her soft breast, he pulled her body down on him, knowing he could not last much longer. He was kneading her breasts and slamming her hips down upon his pleading dick, it was pleading with him to just let go, to allow the gates to burst and fill her wet pussy with even more juice.
THE END