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You... have no idea where you are.

As far as you can remember, you were sleeping just the night before - curled up in bed and doing nothing in particular, soaking in the warmth of your blankets. You'd opened your eyes to what seemed to be a very, very well-crafted illusion or a terrifying dream. Maybe both. You're not sure you want to acknowledge the possibility that it might all be real, because if it is, you've got quite a bit to worry about.

Like the fact that you're in a place that's just about on fire, and you're wearing nothing but thin silk pajamas. Not that more clothing would have helped with the searing heat, but at least it wouldn't feel like whatever clothing you did have was on the verge of burning off your frame entirely. You swear you can feel bits of your hair being singed in the flames around you, but thankfully you're not actually being burned.

You're not entirely certain how that's possible, either. Based on sheer heat alone, you should probably be very much on fire. Dream logic, perhaps - but dream logic presumably wouldn't be quite so... painfully hot.

All at once, however, you feel what seems to be cool water washing over your body. It's just the sensation; you don't actually have any water dripping over you that you can see, but it's a welcome one nonetheless. You breathe a sigh of relief and turn around to greet the source of... whatever it is that seems to have saved you.

...

As best as you can tell, it's some sort of knight. His features are mostly hidden by his armor, which is about as thick and intricate as you've ever had the pleasure of seeing; he stands about a solid two feet above you, though you're not sure how much of that is just his armor. It's made of a dark, almost pitch-black metal, almost identical to how you'd picture a dark knight might look in more medieval times.

He stands before you, utterly silent. You're not sure why he's not saying anything.

1A > "Uh... hello?" 1B > Shriek. Try to run away.

1A > "Uh... Hello?"

There's what seems to be a grating, shifting sort of sound; the man in armor speaks only a moment afterwards, though his voice seems somewhat difficult to understand. It settles a bit the more he speaks, almost as though he's slowly acclimating to the new language or the new voice. Deep and gravelly, his tone sends tremors through your body.

"Hello." There's a bit of a pause, here, as both of you stare uncertainly at each other. He decides to speak first, his voice grating again momentarily before it settles once more. "You are different."

"Uh..." Well, considering the entire landscape around you was on fire and the only thing you'd meant looked more monster than man, that was a conclusion you'd been able to reach on your own. "I suppose I am. What... where am I? What is this?"

"You are in Hell." He observes you for a reaction, not that you're able to give one; you're too busy gaping at him.

"...Am I dead?" You ask. It's the next most obvious question, though you're surprised you're not panicking more; you suspect the cool sensation across your skin has something to do with it.

"No." The knight shakes his head slowly. "You are different. Most mortal souls in Hell will undergo changes, one way or another; they turn into representations of the sins they embody, demons in their own right. You are not a soul; you have a body, and though it is fragile, it protects you from the corruption in this plane."

"But what am I doing here?" You demand, your brow furrowing. "If I'm not dead, there's no reason for me to be here. What's the point?"

"I do not know." The knight's answer is blunt, and all the more worrisome for it. The only person that might have answers for you has no idea why you're here, and your instincts tell you this isn't a dream. "You have been summoned, I think. I cannot say why."

"Well, what are you doing here, then?" You ask diplomatically. "How did you find me? I mean, there's not much of... anything around here." You gesture to the land around you. It's more of a wasteland; the only thing that's visible even in the distance is fire and dirt amidst plumes of dirty smoke.

"I am a Guardian." A wisp of smoke escapes from the creature's helmet as he says the word, though you're not sure why. There seems to be some significance to it, at least, with the way it almost seems to echo in the air. You're about to ask before he elaborates. "I guard the gate to Hell, and I oversee all that are summoned to the realm."

You glance around. "Gate?" You question. There's no gate around, as far as you can tell -- more's the pity, since a gate might at least tell you how to get back to your home. The Guardian nods.

"The Gate is not a physical one," he explains, guessing at what you're thinking from the way you're peeking around. "It is a magical one, a barrier that all souls and creatures have to cross before they can reach Hell. I detect anything that crosses the barrier and prevent the soul from immediately decaying, or any living creatures from being immediately burnt. I apologize for taking as long as I did to reach you; you were an unsanctioned summons, and I was unprepared."

He looks distinctly uncomfortable at the fact.

2A > "What were you doing that kept you unprepared?" 2B > "It's fine. I'm not dead, so there's nothing to worry about. More importantly, how do I get back home?"

2A > "What were you doing that kept you unprepared?"

Whoever and whatever it is you're talking to seems rather uncomfortable with the question, but is apparently compelled to answer it anyway. Perhaps it's because he's responsible for you, at least for the moment, or perhaps he simply feels guilty for not being around to receive you immediately. Either way, you find his answer remarkably intriguing.

"It is... creatures of Hell are embodiments of one of the seven sins," he explains, his posture shifting awkwardly in spite of the immense bulk of his armor. "Even we Guardians are not exempt from this, though I often feel like we should be; it is... difficult to remain focused on the task at hand when your chosen sin constantly nudges at your mind."

You can guess where this is going, but you let him continue regardless.

"I am a beast of Lust, and while I possess more control than other creatures of the realm, I have my own indulgences." The knight bows his head slightly; in embarrassment or apology, you cannot tell, though you suspect it's a mixture of both. "I was in the process of... indulging myself... when I heard the call, and it took me a moment to retrieve my armor."

3A > You grin. If you're to be stuck in this world, why not have a little fun? Offer to help him out with his problem. 2B > Interesting. You quickly change the subject, not wanting to seem overly creepy. "Well, it's fine. I'm not dead, so there's nothing to worry about. More importantly, how do I get back home?"

3A > You grin. If you're to be stuck in this world, why not have a little fun? Offer to help him out with his problem.

"You know," you say slowly. A slow grin creeps across your face as you look the knight up and down. His body's largely hidden by his armor, but it only sparks your imagination -- what sort of man might be hiding underneath the metal? He'd have to be strong, to be able to wear such armor without being weighed down by it. "That sounds rather like you didn't manage to finish."

"Ah... Well, no," the Guardian admitted. You can't help but find all his little nervous tics adorable; you wonder what it'll be like, when he's underneath you and squirming, moaning. Or perhaps you'd prefer to tease him until he's overwhelmed with his lust, until he can't help but take and use your body. Considering the sin he embodies, you're sure he won't mind. "I was more concerned about getting to you and making sure you won't hurt..."

"For a demon of lust, you're rather kind," you chuckle softly. You step a little closer to the knight, placing a hand on his chest as you glance up into his helmet. You're sure to look at where his eyes would be, though they're hidden by the helmet. The air of mystery he gives off is admittedly intriguing.

Plus you really want to know what's hiding behind his armor.

"Kindness should be rewarded, don't you think?" There's a mischievous sort of smirk in your eyes, and from the way the knight flinches slightly and trembles under your touch, he knows exactly what you mean. The poor guy isn't used to having anyone actually make a move on him.

"I... I suppose?" he mumbles. "I do not know..."

He's afraid of taking advantage of you, it seems. You'll have to fix that.

4A > Take over. Dominate him. You might be a lot smaller, but he's shy, and you're sure you can make him beg for you. 4B > Coax him into taking you. Seduce him with fleeting touches and the sight of your body. He's a lust demon; the rest will follow.

4B > Coax him into taking you. Seduce him with fleeting touches and the sight of your body. He's a lust demon; the rest will follow.

You grin teasingly, shaking your head. It's rather cute how innocent this creature seems to be, despite the fact that he's a demon; you wonder what it is that makes him different, or if all demons are like him. If they are, you get the feeling you might very well enjoy your stay here -- but there's a more important question on your mind.

How would you seduce himl into taking you?

He's certainly has the strength and build for it; you can already see him bending you over and fucking you, making you moan with pleasure and beg him for more. With his gentle nature, you can see him making love to you instead, making sure you feel every iota of his cock as it slides into you. You're a little torn between the two choices, but neither of them matter until and unless you can convince him to have sex with you.

On the other hand, he's a demon of lust. You're fairly certain that it won't be particularly difficult; it's just a matter of finding out what he's into. The first step is simple enough -- you've seen his subtle glances at your body, the wandering gaze as he tries to peer through your form. It may have been hidden by the helmet, but the tilt of his head as he tries to sneak a glance is obvious.

You take off the clothing you're wearing. Why not? He seems to be thrown off by this; the Guardian blinks and immediately averts his eyes, trying not to peer too closely at you, although you can see him sneaking a peek every now and then. "W-what are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable," you reply with a shrug, smirking at the demon. "Tempting you so that you'll want to fuck me. Same thing, really. This place is too hot for me to wear any clothes."

"I cast a cooling spell on you, though..." The demon's response was a soft mumble at first, almost as though he hadn't heard the first part. True to your suspicions, he jumps almost a foot in the air a second later. "W-wait, what?!"

"Come on," you chuckle softly. "You're not that oblivious. You're a creature of lust, and right now you've got a naked and willing human standing right in front of you. What other chances are you going to get?"

"I... I'm not supposed to..." He starts, but he keeps getting distracted as he glances back towards you. You can see his mind churning; he's trying to find an excuse to let you down gently, but he can't deny the way his body is reacting to the sight of you. You wonder how long it's going to take.

Not long at all, apparently. The armor shimmers as he allows it to fade away from his form and clatter to the ground in a single, hurried movement. He steps forward, his hands clutching on to your shoulders. He still seems uncertain, for whatever reason, but you know that's something you can fix easily enough.

The sight of him takes your breath away. The horns you'd mistaken for being a part of his helmet is simply a part of his form; he seems to have the head of a bull. His jaw is square and handsome, and thick hair frames the sides of his face like a beard. It's rather cute, actually, and you can't help but grin a bit.

"Are... are you sure?" he asks, his glowing, orange eyes searching yours.

5C > You nod. "Be gentle," you request. 5D > You nod, your own gaze teasing. "** Use **** me," you tell him, your voice dripping with lust.**

5C > You nod. "Be gentle," you request.

He nods. His gaze is shy, even as he pushes you gently to the ground and presses a little kiss to your lips. His face is much larger than yours, and his lips envelop your own entirely -- but you can feel the heart he puts in the kiss, at least, and you can't help but smile a bit. He's really trying his best to make you feel good, even though you can feel him practically bursting with tension. His cock is hard and dripping between his legs, but he's carefully ignoring it, more concerned about your pleasure for the moment.

A broad tongue sweeps across your muscles as his head dips down to your chest. He seems to like the taste of your sweat, if the slight groan he lets out is any indication; you can feel his erection poking against your shaft, and it's enough to make you squirm. You almost want to start begging -- but you know he'll take this at his own pace, and you want him to enjoy this as much as you know you will.

The Guardian seems utterly fascinated by human anatomy and physiology, you'll give him that much. His rough tongue sweeps across and teases your nipples gently, paying a special attention to each one; it's enough to make your cock ache and throb between your legs. You've always been more sensitive than usual in the nipples, and that sort of stimulation...

The demon can feel your cock poking against him, at least, your precum getting his fur damp. He chuckles at the sight, his voice a low rumble as he pulls back slightly so that those strong hands can push your legs up to expose your tight little hole. You haven't had much practice back there -- yet the way the demon rubs it with his fingers makes you squirm and your hole twitch eagerly.

Who would have thought that the Guardian would so easily turn you into putty in his hands? You're not complaining, though. Instead, you let out a short, pleased gasp as a finger forces its way into your passage; it's been lubed up by his saliva, but even that isn't entirely enough; there's still a slight sting of pain as he pushes his finger deep into you.

That pain, however, is quickly overwhelmed by a rush of pleasure when he brushes against your prostate. You groan out loud, your hips automatically pushing back against him, and you hear a low chuckle in response. "You like that, do you?" he asks. You nod almost frantically, pushing back again -- but this time he pulls his finger back, shaking his head. "If you're ready for that," he tells you. "You're ready for something much bigger."

You know, on a logical level, that you should perhaps be afraid of the massive cock that hung between the bull's legs -- but you're somehow aware that the Guardian won't hurt you. At least, he won't do it on purpose, and somehow that thought is enough to make you more comfortable with this.

You're right to trust him. He pushes into you, and although there's a moment of sharp pain, it's quickly forced away by a burst of warm magic that seems to heal any damage he might have caused. He pushes in slowly from there, making sure that you can feel every inch of his cock as it slides into you -- and oh god, but you can feel every bit of it. The ridges along the large shaft, the bulge of the head, the smear of precum along your passage...

It makes you moan. It makes you wiggle your ass temptingly, even, eliciting a short growl from the bull that's slowly fucking you. The sound makes you all the more excited, and you push back against him, letting out a soft, panting breath. Your dick throbs beneath you, and you're pretty sure you're dripping more precum than you've ever had in your life; it's an incredible feeling, one that only increases as the Guardian pushes himself in and out of your passage. You try to find the words to tell him how incredible he is, how good you feel -- but all you can do is whimper and plead for more.

He seems to get the idea regardless. You feel the demon's smile against you as you moan, feel his cock throbbing within you. A large, strong hand reaches around to grab and squeeze at your shaft, giving it a few swift strokes; if you hadn't already been so close to the edge, they might not have done anything but make you harder.

As it is, however, you cry out and cum. You seed is quickly caught in the demon's hand and used as lube to continue stroking your cock -- and though you've hit the apex of your pleasure, he doesn't stop. His hand continues to stroke along your shaft, causing you to gasp and squirm beneath him as you're held in that almost painful orgasmic bliss, his dick continuing to pump in and out of you steadily.

There aren't any words to express your pleasure. You try to moan, to make a sound, but all that comes out are gasps of pleasure as you jerk and writhe within his grasp, as he continues to slide in and out of you. Your mind goes hazy with pleasure, waiting for the moment you're filled, desperate for the moment you're filled...

And all at once, it happens. Hot, demonic liquid fills you from within, dripping out of your ass between his thrusts. The Guardian grunts as he cums. You can hear his heavy, ragged breathing, feel the way his body trembles as he slowly comes down from his orgasm; it's a moment before he pulls out, and the momentary loss makes you groan softly.

He stares at you silently for a moment. "Perhaps it would be best if you accompanied me instead," he says softly. You can see the faint hint of a smile behind his eyes. "Would you like that?"

You smile at him. "I think I would."

> End C. Back to Start?

5D > You nod, your own gaze teasing. "** Use **** me," you tell him, your voice dripping with lust.**

You see his eyes darken with lust as you speak. He's a demon of lust, you figure, and he picks up on your desires just as much as you can pick up on his -- better, in fact. He knows you're eager to be fucked, and as gentle as he normally is, your desire to be taken roughly, to be used and owned and violated... It overwhelms his gentle nature, and you hear a soft growl start from deep within the bull's throat.

You can still withdraw, you know that much. He's got enough of his mind left that you can pull back and tell him you've changed your mind, or that you want him to take you gently rather than roughly -- but you can't help the way your imagination gets away from you. Even now, you're picturing being forced against the floor and fucked, pressed against the wall and having the bull's cock shoved into your hole.

The Guardian senses it, too. The growl gets a little louder; a flash of movement, and you feel yourself being pressed against the ground, your chest digging into the sand. Your ass is presented for the bull to admire, and you can see his tail swishing about behind him from both arousal and delight. He likes what he sees, clearly, and it's not just the thick, dripping cock that tells you that.

He snorts, a puff of air escaping from his nostrils as he positions himself. You can't help but wiggle your ass teasingly, pushing back far enough that your ass brushes up against his cock; the sensation seems to drive him wild. A mere moment later and you feel his hands against your shoulders, pressing you to the ground. A second after that, and his thick shaft is forcing its way into you.

There's a brief, sharp pain as he forces himself in -- but it fades quickly enough. He's a demon of lust, after all, and even in the greatest throes of his own lust his powers automatically make things pleasurable for both giver and receiver. Your ass stretches readily under the magic's influence, and you groan as you're filled abruptly with bull dick.

Not that you're complaining. It feels too damn good for you to complain; if anything, you push yourself back against him just as he slams in, eager for him to go harder, faster. You want to be marked with his seed, to be filled with his strength -- and as he thrusts into you, it almost feels like you are. You can feel your muscles bulging up as they're forced against the sand, and your hole seems to better tolerate the Guardian's abuse as he slams into it.

You don't have much space to focus on the sensation of your change, though. It's far too easy to be distracted by the ridges of his cock as he pounds into you, the feeling of the bull's shaft grinding into your prostate. You groan softly as pre drips from your cock, not noticing the way it changes and grows. You barely even notice when your hair grows into fur, a thick, brown coat enveloping your new muscles.

It makes you sweat, and your new fur glistens with the heat. Your face seems to push outwards with every thrust, until you can see your own nose extending in front of you like a snout -- and it shifts and warps as the Guardian fills you, growing wider and taking on a tan coloration as now-familiar fur grows in. You snort loudly, bucking yourself back against the Guardian, who growls in approval. You're strong enough now that it nearly shoves him back, but he keeps you down, pinning you against the ground.

It's only when your horns grow in that you become really aware of the change. As soon as they begin to push outwards from your skull, the Guardian grips on to it like handles, jerking your head back to fuck deep into you. You groan in a mixture of pain and pleasure as you feel his dick slam far deeper than it had before. All at once, you feel hot liquid spurting into you, dripping easily out from your loosened ass.

Given the dark gaze the Guardian is giving you, it's clearly not enough. He pulls out, both his dick and yours still achingly hard, and pulls you to your feet.

"I think," he starts. His voice is a low, commanding growl that makes you shiver. "You'll be staying with me. I need a pet of my own."

You can only nod, your cock aching and throbbing. To be the pet of this handsome, manly bull... You can think of far worse fates.

> End D. Back to Start?

4A > Take over. Dominate him. You might be a lot smaller, but he's shy, and you're sure you can make him beg for you.

You chuckle softly. Your fingers trace the grooves of metal on his chest, and you can tell from the way he shivers that he doesn't quite know how to react. He shifts back, almost stepping away from you before he steadies himself.

"What are you...?" he mumbles. His voice trails off before he finishes. He knows exactly what you're doing; he simply doesn't know how to respond, having never dealt with anyone that's so... forward. You suspect he's led a rather lonely life.

Time to fix that.

Your fingers grip around the edges of his helmet and pull upwards gently, nudging it first to see if he'll stop you. His fingers twitch slightly, as though he has to stop himself from reaching up -- but he lets you do what you want, and you find to your surprise that the horns you'd assumed was a part of his helmet... isn't.

The metal seems to fold and bend slightly as you pull it over his head, shifting to accommodate the two large horns sticking out of the demon's head -- and as the helmet clatters to the floor, you find out why.

The demon within the armor resembles a bull. He's surprisingly fierce looking, despite his seemingly gentle nature; his eyes glow with a menacing orange light, and a nose piercing sits in the middle of his snout. His square-cut jaw and the rugged beard that grows along his face only completes the look.

You're fairly certain that you find him entirely and unreasonably attractive.

You lean forward -- and you notice, cutely enough, that he flinches back slightly as you do so, his eyes flickering with uncertainty -- and press a kiss to his jaw. His beard tickles your lips as you do so, not that you mind. "Take off your armor for me, will you?" you whisper.

He hesitates for a moment, then obeys. The armor seems to shimmer slightly as he pulls it off with a pulse of magic, revealing a muscular and well-built body beneath; a thin coat of fur shapes itself around the contours of his muscle. A large, heavy cock hangs between his legs, hidden by a furry sheath. You're relatively certain bulls in the human world don't have cocks like these, but you're not complaining -- his is thick, growing as you look at it, with heavy balls just beneath.

You give it a firm grope, and elicit a moan from the knight as he do so. He almost seems to be blushing in the heat, and his cock throbs in your hands, somehow growing even larger.. "U-um..."

5A > Push him back onto the ground and ride him. Satisfy his needs. 5B > You're more interested in what's behind him than what's in front. Order him to turn around and show himself off.

5B > You're more interested in what's behind him than what's in front. Order him to turn around and show himself off.

"Turn around," you tell him. There's a very definite spark of lust in your eyes; this great, muscular bull stands in front of you, turned on and aroused beyond reason, and you're almost certain he'll do whatever you tell him to. The look in his eyes tells you that he's barely controlling his attraction to you as it is, and if it means he gets to sate his lusts, he'll obey.

He seems uncertain at first -- but you nudge him gently and he obeys, turning around to display that fine, muscular ass. You give the globes a good grope, admiring the firm muscle that lay behind taut skin, and you swear the Guardian lets out a huff of air as you do so. His back is arched ever so slightly, his body showing off a certain desire that he doesn't verbalise.

Well, he doesn't verbalise yet, anyway. You plan on making him beg for you before long, and you know just the way to do it. What's a demon of lust without his proclivities?

You take off the clothes you're wearing. They don't help you much in this heat, and you've got the Guardian's spell to protect you, anyway. Your cock bounces up as it's freed from the constraining fabric, more than eager for you to take this demon and make him your own -- and you get the feeling he'll enjoy it quite a bit, from the way he's looking back at you and trying his best not to whimper.

You'll change that, soon enough. You grin, approaching him and allowing your shaft to sit between those two tight globes of muscle. You feel him shiver beneath you, and your hands move to explore the expanse of the bull's muscle, teasing his skin with a gentle touch no other demon could have offered him.

"Relax," you whisper. Your voice is soft. "You'll enjoy this."

He seems to listen, with the way the tenseness in his muscles seem to dissipate slightly. His body is no less intimidating for the fact, but you're far more concerned about the hole resting just beneath your shaft, which feels a little looser than before. With a small groan yourself, you take what precum has leaked out of you and spread it along the length of your manhood.

Then -- without waiting an instant more -- you push into the bull. You do so slowly, at first, forcing your hips against the power in the massive bull's muscle; he seems to almost reject you, at first, his hole instinctively clenching to force you back out. But you persist, and your cock slides in, inch by inch.

You're almost worried it's hurting him. When you glance up, however, the Guardian's mouth is hanging open slightly. He's releasing heavy, panting little breaths, and you see him doing his best to hold back a moan. His hands tremble as they clench at the ground, clumps of dirt forcing its way through his fingers.

"Liking it a little too much?" you tease -- and he gives you a faint little nod, one so small that it's barely noticeable. It's enough to send a surge of blood through your shaft, nonetheless, and you let out a small grunt as you force the rest of your shaft into the bull's hole.

He rocks back against you with a gasp, his eyes growing wide and a spurt of precum splattering onto the ground below. It hisses as it comes into contact with the hot surface, the liquid quickly boiling. "H-human--!"

You chuckle softly. "Yes?" Your tone is teasing, your hips slowly rocking in and out of the bull. You feel the tight, warm passage clench around your cock as you move, every inch of his hole working to please you. He wants more of you, but doesn't know how to say it -- but as you move and grind, as you stretch him out, you see all the little trembles in his frame that tells you he wants more.

"P-please," he gasps out, whimpering softly. "I need.. please..."

You smirk. You grab on to the bull's hips, slamming your cock in all at once -- and this time the Guardian's moan isn't restrained at all, the sound echoing easily through the wastelands around you. You feel him jerk back against you, but you don't let him. Your body is stronger, somehow, like you're leeching some of his strength from him.

"I will make you mine," you whisper softly. You feel more of his power flow into you as you say this, and he hangs his head, as though giving up. He wants you as his master, now; his instincts call for it, and his magic reaches back into you, begging for permission to change you.

You let it, of course. Why not allow yourself be given the power to control your pet?

As you fuck him, your hips slapping against the bull's meaty ass, you can feel yourself growing. Your muscles bulge with renewed strength as the demonic magic flows into you. Your hair grows quickly, turning into a thick fur that coats your newly massive musculature. Your spine stretches with strange, clicking noises, the bone growing impossibly.

They're the least of the changes, of course. It's the changes to your skull that affects you the most; your vision seems to actually grow sharper, and you can see the shifting of demonic energy in the air all the more clearly. Your nose and jaw both expand into a stern snout at the same time, your sense of smell becoming stronger -- and you can actually taste the corruption in the air, the lust demon's desire and sweat mixing together into an arousing musk.

It only makes you fuck him harder. With your newfound strength, your fingers grip tight onto the Guardian, slamming your hips into his ass; you can feel your growing, heavy balls smack into him in the process, and the loud moan almost startles you. You give him a menacing sort of grin as horns tore out of your skull, the stretch of your skin to accommodate them somehow almost pleasant.

It feels... right, for lack of a better word. It makes you feel stronger, more powerful, and you know your transformation is almost complete. Your thighs bulge out with muscle, and you can feel your feet changing -- not into hooves, as might be expected for a bull, but into thick feet. Surprisingly human, but all the more sensitive, and you can feel the sand between your toes as you leverage yourself against the ground.

Transformation complete, you pound into the other bull all the harder, snorting with pleasure as you do so. Your cock's larger than before, and you can feel the way it stretches out the Guardian's passage, the sheer amount of pleasure he seems to feel from having something large fill and fuck him. He's barely holding himself back from pushing into you, but you don't need him to -- you've enough strength now to thoroughly fuck him.

As if to prove the point, you pound in and _grind_your cock against him, eliciting a moan and a desperate twitch of his cock. It's leaking heavily now, precum dripping down in a steady string that looks more like a clear line leading from his cock to the ground. If not for the sand beneath him, you're sure it would have formed a slight puddle.

But that's not enough for you. You need to cum, to mark the Guardian with your seed -- and with every thrust, you can feel your orgasm slowly building. You start thrusting even harder, forgoing all pretense of rhythm and motion; your movements are erratic, more concerned about your own pleasure than the Guardian's.

Still, you dimly note that he seems to _like_it that way. It's only a short moment before your rough handling of him has him cumming, letting out a loud groan as his seed spills onto the ground -- but you don't let up. You keep fucking, grinding into him, making him slam his hands into the ground as he tried to deal with the ever-increasing pleasure.

You only stop when you cum, your seed spilling out of his hole as you do so. The sheer volume of your seed is incredible, and you let out a grunt as the last few spurts drip out after you've already pulled out.

"Well, my pet," you say, emphasizing the words with a grin. The knight blushes slightly, but he doesn't protest. You're larger than he is, now. "Shall we go see who summoned me?"

He nods silently. You grin as he leads the way, feeling confident about yourself. Whoever the demon is that summoned you, you're certain you can take him down, too.

> End B. Back to Start?

5A > Push him back onto the ground and ride him. Satisfy his needs.

You laugh softly, your smaller hands resting on his shoulders. Gently, but firmly, you push him against the ground. You wouldn't have been able to do it if the Guardian had even tried to resist, but he seems too flustered to be able to do anything of the sort; instead, he flops down onto the ground with a slightly dumbfounded look on his face.

It doesn't take long for you to decide what to do from there. You strip off your pajamas, and you watch the way the bull's eyes relentlessly trace your form. He's trying not to look, or at least trying to make it less obvious that he's aroused by your appearance. Whatever it is, he's failing miserably at it, and you can't help but grin.

"What's wrong? Not used to this?" You tease, climbing slowly over his body. Your cocks brush against each other as you do so, both shafts achingly aroused. The poor Guardian below you squirms at the mere touch, letting out a soft little whimper as his hips buck against you. "Now, now," you say, smirking. "Be good, and I'll let you feel what it's like to fuck an eager, tight little hole..."

The bull moans at the very thought. He watches you carefully, unsure what to say or do -- only that he wants you to continue, and he doesn't dare do anything that might jeopardize this opportunity for him. Carefully, you lower yourself down onto the bull's dick, feeling the throbbing warmth between your cheeks and pressing against your hole.

If not for the copious amounts of prefluid dripping from his tip, you're not sure it would have fit -- but there was a lot of it, and it made his cock smooth and slick. It threatens to slide into your eager entrance before you're even ready, and it's only sheer force of will that stops you from lowering yourself immediately.

Better to tease the Guardian, first. What could be better than seeing a blushing, flustered bull, after all?

"Beg," you tell him, moving your hips slightly so that your ass rubs up and down along the length of his shaft and your hole teases his tip. "Beg for me to ride you, Guardian."

"H-human..." The knight shakes his head, snorting briefly -- but he can't resist the urge to obey. It feels so good. There's a spark of obvious lust in his eyes, embarrassment and uncertainty amidst a desire to feel more of what you're doing. "P-please, I've never..."

You whistle. "I'm your first time?"

The bull before you nods, and you shake your head. "We'll have to fix that, then," you say, leaning down to nibble against his jaw. "What's a demon of lust without some experience under his belt, hm?"

With that, you slide yourself down on his cock.

He feels good. God, but he feels really, really good. Maybe it's the precum that's making each thrust unbelievably slick, or the way his huge shaft slides easily into your asshole. Maybe it's the way your nerves seem exceptionally sensitive in this place, and you can feel every inch of the bull as it slides further in. Maybe it's the way he twitches and groans.

Whatever it is, you're hard and dripping within seconds, and your hand reaches down to squeeze and stroke at your shaft. You love the way the bull's eyes seem to fixate on it almost immediately, as though he's eager for your cum. Good.

You're pleasantly surprised to find that you don't seem to tire in this world. In the mortal realm, you more than likely would have gotten tired, riding a man like this -- yet here your muscles seem invigorated the more you move, the more each shiver of pleasure runs through your frame. Maybe it's the demon powering you, you don't know. It means that you have all the energy you need to ride the Guardian, however, and make him moan.

And make him moan you do. It's easy, almost; you slide down on his cock and he groans out loud, jerking his hips up. You pull back and he tries to follow, trying to keep his dick within that tight, warm passage. If you move too far, he lets out a slight groan of disappointment. If you stay still, he practically fucks himself into you, despite the awkwardness of your position.

You have to admit, it's pretty damned hot, seeing the noble knight so overwhelmed by his pleasures and lusts. It helps that you're not tired by it and can easily stroke your cock as you bounce up and down on him.

The cacophony of pleasure, however, is eventually too much for you. You gasp out as your legs grow weak and you slide down on his cock, the thick head of his penis grinding into your prostate as you do so. It's enough to send a jolt of pleasure through your cock right as you stroke yourself off. You cum with a gasp, your seed splattering onto the bull's chest and face.

Oddly enough, that seems to be a trigger for him, too. The bull lets out a groan and you feel warm, wet seed fill your hole, dripping out as you slowly pull yourself back to your feet. His cock slides out with a wet plop, flopping back onto his stomach, and he lets out a weak moan as you do so.

"How about..." he pants, looking up at you. "How about we don't go to your summons, and you just stay with me?"

You smirk a bit. "I think I'd like that."

> End A. Back to Start?

2B > "It's fine. I'm not dead, so there's nothing to worry about. More importantly, how do I get back home?"

"You can't." You freeze, staring at the so-called Guardian. You're glad he at least has the courtesy to look apologetic; despite his large frame, he's shifting from foot to foot before your gaze. You would have found it cute if not for your current predicament. "All summons have to be answered before the creature summoned can be released."

"But you said this was an unsanctioned summons," you press, your brow furrowing. "Doesn't that mean there's some kind of leeway? Some way for me to get out?"

"Unfortunately not." The knight shakes his head. He seems genuinely regretful, at least. "Forgive me. Any being with the power to summon a living creature into hell has the power of a Lord, at the very least; I could not oppose him, even if I wanted to. I can only escort you and offer you my aid."

"But we don't even know who wants me," you say in frustration. The knight shakes his head, tapping you gently on the shoulder; a string of light seems to emerge from his finger as he does so. He shakes his hand, flicking the remnants down onto the floor, and it seems to coalesce for a moment before shooting off into the distance.

"Summoning spells have traces," he explains, gesturing gently. You get the feeling you're being protected, somehow. He holds a hand out to you, the very picture of a gentlemanly knight. "Shall we?"

3B > You take his hand and follow him. No reason not to trust him; he certainly seems like he has your best interests in mind. 3C > You shake your head and back away slowly. "I'm sorry, but... I can't trust you. How do I know this isn't a trap?"

3B > You take his hand and follow him. No reason not to trust him; he certainly seems like he has your best interests in mind.

He smiles reassuringly at you as you take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as you walk along the wastelands. You're both silent as you walk; you try to take in the sights, but there really isn't all that much to take in. You do find it curious how the landscape seems to shift as you walk; nothing about this place seems really certain, as best as you can tell. You can be staring at a rock only for it to disappear right as you blink.

You'd ask your guide questions, but you get the feeling that there's more important things at hand for the moment -- like the castle that's appeared, looming in front of you. The Guardian seems uncomfortable at the sight. He squeezes your hand again, and this time it seems more like he's reassuring himself more than he is you.

"Seems it was Lord Xylatos that called you," he murmurs softly. "He is... not known for his kindness. But do not worry; I will stay by your side."

You can only nod mutely. Something about the castle that looms in front of you is terribly intimidating, and you don't quite trust yourself to speak.

A shiver goes down both of your spines as you cross the door into the home of the demon lord. He seems to be waiting for you -- lounging back in his chair, the very picture of a traditional demon. Where the Guardian wears a full set of armor, he lies in nothing but a loincloth. Red skin and a strong, muscular body defines him, with a face that's inhuman in a handsome sort of way.

He's smirking at the both of you. You don't realise why, at least until a circle forms around the both of you, decorated with odd runes that give you a headache as you look at them. You hear a sharp gasp from the knight standing by your side, and you realise abruptly that you're both trapped.

"Thank you, human, for your cooperation." Xylatos grins as he descends from the throne, slowly massaging the massive shaft outlined by his loincloth. "I've been trying to capture the Guardian here for quite some time, but he's an elusive demon at best. Too bad he's so protective of the summons that are brought here..."

You hear a growl from the demon next to you. You're tense, as well, but there's little you can do to fight the magic that binds you both. A snap of his fingers summons a collar to both your necks, and a leash that leads right to Xylatos' hands. A glance at them shows that they're decorated with the same runes that are on the floor.

"What a day," Xylatos chuckles, his grin dark. "Two new pets to add to my collection. I'll have fun breaking you two in, I think."

> End E. Back to Start?

3C > You shake your head and back away slowly. "I'm sorry, but... I can't trust you. How do I know this isn't a trap?"

The Guardian seems to sag slightly at that, as though he's used to the mistrust. "You don't, I suppose," he tells you. "I can only assure you that I will do my best to protect you. You can try to navigate this world on your own, but... I wouldn't recommend it."

He seems worried, given the way he's looking at you, but you're still not sure if you can trust him. Even if you could, there's no guarantee that the demon that summoned you has any good plans for you.

"I think I'll try to make it on my own," you tell him. You see his pained grimace, and hesitantly reach forward, touching him on the side of his helmet where his cheek would be. "Look, I would trust you, I would, but... I just can't. I'm sorry."

He nods. The exchange you have is more in gestures than in words, a look of mutual respect as you trudge off into the flames. You have a whole world to explore, after all, and perhaps to make your own.

> End F. Back to Start?

1B > Shriek. Try to run away.

You shriek almost ear-piercingly loudly and run as fast as you can. As far as you run, however, the ground doesn't actually seem to let you move; everything in the distance seems just as far away, and when you turn back to look behind you, you've managed to run absolutely nowhere.

Well, that was pointless.

1A > "Uh... Hello?"