Title: Hellish Reward
Author Pen name: Knorg
Description: First person perspective tale of a guy and a demon. (M/F Demon) All characters belong to me, though I vaguely refer in places to things that don’t like the city of Norwich. It starts kinda slow, builds to the sex.
Hey there fella. You’re looking kinda depressed there, huh? I see a lot of people come by here looking depressed. Stands to reason really. You want to here my story while you’re waiting for the gatekeeper? The lazy old guy sometimes takes a while; he’s getting on a bit. All right then.
It was a dark and stormy night. I know what your are thinking, “oh gee here’s yet another guy who ripped off that old piece of crap,” (well, most of you are probably thinking, “fuck this. Where’s the sex? There better be some fucking tentacles or something.” Well, I’m getting to the sex. Bear with me here, huh?)
It was a dark and stormy night. There’s no denying it. I was out walking in my home city of Norwich, which is located in the generally dark and stormy region of East Anglia. Being dark and stormy is East Anglia’s stock in trade. All it really lacks is some big-assed mountains. Instead, it’s so flat Holland tried to sue for intellectual property infringement. I digress.
Norwich is an old city, an older town. The Vikings were there. They called it Norvic. The Normans built a keep there. At one time it was said there was a church, a brothel and a pub for every day of the year. The churches are disappearing ever faster now, but there are still a respectable number of brothels and pubs.
It was to one such pub that I walked on this dark and stormy night, cursing myself in a variety of inventive and crude ways for opting to walk, rather than hail or call for a taxi. The rain was lashing down so hard my normally gelled into immovability hair was quivering, and my eyes were stung every time I raised my head. I felt like an extra in Titanic.
Heading down one of the little twisting back streets I heard a shout from the dark to my left, and twisted my head to see three figures in the gloom. Threes. Bad things often involve threes. Two of the threes looked like big Guys. I mean huge. The sort of people Superman himself would think twice before fighting.
I was just going to keep walking. There was a warm pub with warm beer and guys and girls and an affectionate dog waiting for me. Not like that. You’re disgusting. The dog in that pub, he greeted every new customer and sought crisps, beer, and on occasion, money for the fruit machine. Smart dog.
A new shout stopped me. I realised the voice was female. Suddenly I realised what I was seeing looked like a couple of big guys had a girl cornered. I couldn’t let that pass, even a guy like me who’s ability to avoid fights amazed anyone who ever saw me play o-line. What can I say… we had a small squad. We even won some games.
“What’s going on here then,” I called, firmly.
“Please help me! Please!” That was definitely the girl. I couldn’t really see much, it was very dark and the rain was hard.
“Just keep walking, kid. Don’t get involved.” That was one of the guys. He sounded… I didn’t know what he sounded like. His voice was low, and menacing, like a drunken dwarf with a broken beer bottle. I’ve never liked older people referring to me as kid, and at 21 I like it even less.
“That’s not gonna happen big fella.” I said. “Yon girly don’t seem interested in your attention.” I know. Yon. Who says that these days? I do. Think I picked it up from some cod-medieval fantasy thing. Go figure. Something else I got from the fantasy. People smelling of brimstone are bad news. I actually smelt brimstone once. I was smelling it here.
“What’s with the brimstone,” I said “weed not good enough for you folks?” I’ve smoked the odd joint myself. Well, not myself, with a big group of people. What can I say… I’m too cheap to by my own. The silent guy turned towards me. Couldn’t see anything about him. They both had odd hats, covering their faces, thick gloves. Black was the dominant colour. He pulled something from his clothes, I caught a flash of metal.
“What are you doing?” His friend asked. Seemed he was thinking the same as me. Whatever was going on here, didn’t need knives. There’s two places for knives, in the hand of John Rambo and in erotic knife throwing acts. Don’t laugh – they probably happen somewhere. Oh yeah, dinner table’s a good place too. “Ignore him! We need to get…”
The three of us had been paying attention to each other. It was this point the girl did something I didn’t expect, she leaped forward onto the back of the guy with the knife. Damn. That didn’t leave many options for me. I ran forward and aimed my very best kick between the legs of the big guy who’d spoken. He folded around my leg with a groan.
Dropping next to him to hit him when he was down – believe me, it’s the best time if you don’t want a big son of a bitch to get up and go after you. His hat came off and I saw something unexpected. He was wearing a collar, a crucifix. He even looked vaguely familiar. I’m not a regular churchgoer, but I know people. “Well F…” was all I had before something hit me from behind. Darkness swallowed me. I wish that was a figure of speech, but I don’t know it was.
I woke up on rough bunk in what seemed to be a cave or maybe a basement. I could hear someone screaming somewhere. Actually, it sounded like a lot of people. It sounded like absolute mortified horror. Total suffering on a scale unimaginable. But try, anyway.
Looking around I saw strange markings all over the walls, odd symbols, designs. Light was by way of guttering candles. I immediately assumed I was in a student flat and they’d forgotten to pay the electricity bill. The screaming was surely the results of one of those midnight “lets see how much chilli powder we can eat” challenges that I myself was a scarred veteran of.
Then things began to flood back into my mind like an overflowing toilet. The dark. The Storm. The girl and the… the priests? That still didn’t make sense.
“You’re awake.” That was the girl, speaking the obvious. I looked around. She now looked taller, more muscular than she had in the gloomy dark. Far more noticeable however were the cloven hooved feet, the dark red skin and the forehead mounted horns. Jet black hair down her back. I think that must be demon genetic or something.
“It’s not Halloween for another month,” I said, although it didn’t look much like a costume truth be told. I was starting to get a little worried, though I found the sight strangely erotic. Hey, she was wearing this great leather gear like Xena used to, but hers had skulls picked out over it.
“Oh, I know…” she replied. Her voice sounded a lot more confident now. Dark, sensual. I’d crack a joke about it, but back then I cracked a woody. It wasn’t just the voice, it was her whole style. “Those two… they’d been tracking me for years. Slowly becoming twisted more influenced. I think Ishmael was already turned… He would have killed you in cold blood for interrupting, I think. I was so proud…”
This girl… I realised she’d known the priests. I’m pretty good at jumping to conclusions and I jumped to one now. “I didn’t know shrooms gave you flashbacks” I said. Magic mushrooms. Get ‘em from the tripping teacher in your school today kids. ‘member they’re pretty seasonal and avoid the German type that makes you go crazy and cut your dick off.
She laughed. Her laugh was as good as her voice. Better even. I didn’t care I was hallucinating she looked like a demon. I wanted to put some moves on her, take her out for a meal. Unfortunately, I was starting to believe this was no hallucination. “Are you really uh…”
“Yes,” she said “I’m really uh…” Now I don’t mind admitting I got a little scared at this point. Demons don’t have the best reputations and those distant screams were starting to get to me. “Welcome to hell” she said. That did it. I was off the bunk and headed for the door. She was still in the way, and an arm like an iron bar put me back down on the floor.
“I don’t remember dying. Why am I in hell? Is this for ticking the wrong box and voting liberal democrat that time?” I said, though my speech was slightly gaspy. She’d knocked the wind out of me. I looked up to see her smiling down at me. Know what I noticed? Little white fangs peeking out from each side of her mouth, vivid against her dark red skin. When you’re looking at a girl and noticing a teeth before her breasts it usually means bad things.
She dropped down onto my, her knees on each side of me. Scared or not, my woody was back. I looked into her eyes, I could feel the evil about her. It crackled in the air, electric. Her leather skirt ridden up her hips.
“I brought you here. You saved my… existence. I want to reward you.” Reward me. Great. My night down the pub had been knocked off course for a starring role in clichéd erotic fiction. I could have been loosing at pool by now and ah… she wiggled her hips slightly then, rubbing against me. It derailed my train of thought.
“Reward me? Come on… you’re a…” I still couldn’t say demon. It was just too unreal. But this was the hottest girl with horns and hooves outside the transvestite enclosure at Miss Wales. “I mean… This sort of thing doesn’t usually happen to me.” Oh god, not only where the clichés continuing, but I was sounding like the sort of dork who nearly never gets laid. Call it empathising with my readership.
“Don’t you…” she paused, spoke quieter, looking deep into my eyes “…want me?” Oh yes I wanted her. Right then I was giving in to temptation faster than Jo brand in the Desserts aisle at Salisbury’s. She exuded sexuality. I… I can’t describe it. She reached for my chin lifted my head slightly. I noticed for the first time her fingers had more in common with talons than nails. Her skin was hot, but not enough to burn.
She kissed me. It was the most intense kiss I’d ever experienced. My tongue entwined with hers, like her body it was powerful, wrestling me easily in my mouth. Getting into it, I reached around, hugging her to me. She broke the kiss, giggled happily, and began kissing again. A moment later she yanked my top off, shirt buttons flying everywhere.
It had been my favourite shirt. I didn’t care. My very soul was in danger. I didn’t care. There was just me and her on the floor in hell, holding each other, kissing, passionate. Her dress came loose, she stood kicked out of it, pulled me up. I saw her breasts for the first time, jet black nipples.
Her hooves kicked up sparks on the stone floor as she pulled down my trousers. I don’t know where my shoes and socks had gone. I’d woken without them. The last time that happened It turned out a tramp had nicked them while I was drunk. This time I didn’t care.
We faced each other then, in her cave. The distant screams seemed muted. Nothing mattered but me and her. I was madly lusting for her body. I haven’t felt like this about a girl since… ever. She pushed me down onto my knees, pulled my head forward. I had my first taste of her. Her sweetest zone was lightly haired. She tasted pure sin.
She was gasping, urging me on. I hadn’t done anything so readily since the time a couple of cheerleaders invited me back to their room for a threeway. We’d all passed out before anything could happen. No chance of that now as I licked around, inside, just tasting her, forgetting technique, advice. Her hands were curling in my hair, holding me in place. Mine were feeling her legs, her buttocks.
I was eating a demon’s pussy and she was loving it. She began to groan, rubbing against my face, pushing, wanting my deeper, more. A moment more, she threw back her head and screamed, her body shuddering, she collapsed forward and I twisted off my knees so she landed on me.
Her heard was next to mine, over my shoulder. her body limp as her infernal lungs heaved in great gasps of air. Down our bodies her juices were dripping on to me, my skin tingling where they made contact. I wondered why – I’d felt nothing like it with my tongue.
She began to move, her pussy on my cock. I was suddenly inside her, my head back, my eyes wide. She was like a velvet vice, hot and wet and so tight. It felt like she had muscles beyond anything a human girl could have.
“Oh God… oh God… oh God…”
She sat up, snarling. “Prayer has no place here!” she shouted, bringing her taloned hands down on my chest. I felt pricks as ten points pieced my skin. She began to ride me, clawing my chest; blood began to run. Pleasure and pain. I reached up rubbing, gently massaging her breasts. I’ve never met a girl who liked getting her mammaries manhandled. She rode me faster, harder. Her face a mask of evil delight.
I was thrusting into her, matching her pace. She licked my blood from her talons and then leaned forward, kissing my face, my neck. I was holding her to me now, wanting to truly consummate our union. To shoot my load inside her, in the language of the wank mag. It was the fuck of my life.
A new pain. Her teeth in my throat. I approached the greatest orgasm of my life as she began to drink from my throat, taking my blood, my life. She was moving against me even faster, our bodies approaching a simultaneous peak. My blood was beginning to flow faster, I grunted and then it was upon my. Coming hard I thrust shooting loads into her.
My hot cum spattering into her demonic pussy, coating her smoothly gripping walls. I was coming more than ever before, shooting more spunk than I could have believed possible, it was squelching between us. The pleasure lasting, eclipsing everything. I heard her scream, her pussy gripping harder, taking more from me. Draining me totally. My life, my seed, my soul.
Then her lips were back on mine. Blood and her taste mingled as we kissed again. I lost consciousness as my orgasm waned.
So here I am. I gave myself willing to a demon. But she liked me, she really did. Don’t ask me why. She keeps me here at the gates of hell, to greet her from when she returns with a bag full of souls from Earth and… other realms. I meet people like you to tell my story to. What did you thi… ah, here’s the gatekeeper. Enjoy your eternity.