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He remained within his guide's embrace a little longer. His outburst of grief had subsided, but her warm breasts against his skin - even if they were mostly covered in fur - was comforting, and he appreciated the touch and caring of another being even more than the sexual titillation. But even here, in the afterlife, he couldn't deny the latter was present as well.

As if sensing this, she held him a little longer before pulling away.

“You're going to be okay, X," her deep voice purred. “Now if you're done nuzzling my breasts, can we move on?"

He agreed and took her hand once again.

“Can you read my mind?" he asked sometime later.

“X, I don't have to be a mind-reader. Any female can sense such things, even if they can't see your penis. But no, I can't read your mind. I only know what you did in life. Here, it's another matter entirely."

“You're… female then?"

“Well duhh! We have some few males in our particular sector of Hell, but most of the masturbators are male, and the prescribed punishment nearly always requires a female. But I'll have you know I'm one of the best in Hell at what I do! Well… I guess that's not necessarily a 'plus' for you."

“What do you do. What fate awaits me in Hell?" he asked tremulously, not sure he even wanted to hear the answer.

“Can't tell you yet. You'll know soon enough. But I can promise you it won't involve any shit-eating," she said, then laughed. “Unless it's mine!"

“I'm… not really into that," X said.

“You think I don't know that? But if you think Hell is a place where you get what you're 'into', I'm afraid you're quite mistaken. Here you get what you're handed and try and make the most of it. But I need to tell you more. First, you're going to see things which will certainly shock you, and I'm not just talking about us demons. Forms are a little fluid here. Some of us demons make use of that. You'll get used to it eventually. But there's something else you really need to understand. About me and all the demons…"

“What's that?" the man said, apprehensive but beginning to accept his new reality as inevitable.

“X, I like you. Really I do. But I'm not exactly your friend here, at least not like you normally think of friends. I'm something more and something less. I'm your demon. I enjoy watching you suffer. I can't help it, you understand. It's my nature, just like yours is to get horny when you feel a woman's breast. I can't even really be sorry for it, any more than you can feel sorry that your dick gets hard. It's what we are. But I hope you can understand that it doesn't also mean I hate you. I don't, truly! And nothing I will do to you will do any permanent harm. But in Hell, you exist to please me… see? I will be your master, and you'll be my toy - to do whatever I want. I know you're not used to that way of thinking, but you will get it eventually."

X stayed quiet while he tried to understand what she was telling him.

“So, are you going to, like, saw me in half every day and then the next day do it all over again or something?"

The laugh came again, deep and somehow comforting in an odd way. “There you go again, imagining your worst fears. You need to stop that! We don't cut anyone in half in our sector, nor anything like that. Maybe in the lowest levels they do things like that, but not where we're going! Look, try not to speculate until we get there. Just try to understand, no matter what I do, we can still be, well - if not exactly 'friends', at least we can like each other! It doesn't have to be the kind of Hell you imagine. You will suffer, I can't deny that. But there are many kinds of suffering, you know?"

“I guess," he said, uncomforted.

They walked on in silence. Time passed differently here, he was sure, but he would have guessed it was at least twenty minutes or more that they walked together in silence. And silence it was. The only sounds he could hear was her hooves clattering on the floor, her deep breathing - again almost a purr - and the obscene sound of his penis flapping against his legs. At least he was getting used to the nudity. He'd never been particularly gifted in the manhood department, but neither was he embarrassed by his body. He was on whole rather average in that department. He'd seen more. He'd seen less. And his wife had assured him a lifetime ago that he was, in her experience which was admittedly more than his own concerning penises, quite enough for her. He had believed her. She had passed away some years before his own death, but he had never had reason to doubt her.

“Hey!" his companion said, breaking the monotonous rhythm. “Hey X, you want to fuck me?"

Her suggestion collided with his own recollections of his one and only mate, yet he felt a twitch that he couldn't deny. Even as his brain was processing the incongruous thoughts of his dead wife and this female demon walking beside him, his dick had already answered for it's part.

“Jeeze! I don't even know your name!"

“Oh, that. Sorry. You're right. We've never been properly introduced. My name is Lisrian, vice-head Succubus of the 1827th Sector of Hell," she said, stopping to shake his hand formally.

Though still blind as a bat, he felt odd shaking 'hands' with a demoness. Her talons were hard and cold. But some social graces were still needed even here, and he was rather glad of the formal ritual. It grounded him.

“So… now you know my name. Obviously I know yours, but for proper etiquette, what is it?" asked the Succubus.

“I can't exactly say 'Pleased to meet you', Lisrian, seeing that you're literally taking me to Hell. But my name is X and I am at your service," he replied, realizing too late what he had just said. “Wait! I didn't mean…"

“You'll be at my service plenty, X. Don't worry about it. But I am glad to meet you anyway, and I don't need your service right now. I just thought you might want to fuck me before we get back to Hell. You could probably ignore the fur and stuff better here, while you're blind. And… well… I'm not supposed to say anything till we get back to Hell, but you won't be able to have any orgasms there. This is sort of your last chance. I'm offering myself to you here, while you can still take full pleasure in it. When we pass into Hell, it will be too late."

“But… my wife… I was married before I got here. I don't know…" he started, but she interrupted him.

“BULLSHIT! She died 10 years before you. You haven't been married for 10 years. You suck as a liar, X."

“Well, that's so, but still."

“What part of Till Death Do Us Part did you not understand? Fuck, X, you're a free agent here! Your vow is fulfilled! At least take advantage of the few positives you have. Look, I'm not going to pressure you, and I'm not dying to fuck you, as much as you might wish I were. But I'd like to fuck you, and I think you'd like to fuck me. After this, the party's over for you in the 'squirt-squirt' department. Come on, empty those balls one last time while you can. But that's it. I won't ask again. I'm sorry if I've offended you. Trust me, I'll get all the jollies I can handle when we get back."

“I… Where? This ground is kinda hard!"

“Leave that to me. I can see, remember? Just… trust me, there are places - comfortable places - nearby."

He nodded, and she took his hand in hers again, and led him somewhere not far away. She bade him to lay down at a certain place and, true to her word, the surface was firm but pliable. Comfortable enough. Then she kissed him and he felt her face for the first time. He was no blind savant though. He wasn't able to make out it's shape terribly well. There was a snout, that was clear. But her kiss was warm and inviting, an the rather too-large tongue that sought out his own stirred him despite it's rough surface. He knew immediately that, at least facially, she had the basic structure of a Big Cat. Suddenly his touches made sense. Here were the fangs, there the wide nose and the furred, strong jaws. Most surprising was her breath actually, not at all offensive, which he might have expected. Soon his body was responding nicely as he returned her kiss, regardless of her strange shape. Those parts that were most necessary were present and her reaction when he lowered his head to her breasts was as human as he could have asked.

Her moan was deep and guttural, and he heard her breathing quicken when he took one blessedly fur-less nipple into his mouth. His hands stroked her other breast and side as she shifted to lie under him. Somewhere in his mind he noted that her legs parted and felt relatively normal to his touch, at least her upper thighs that he could feel, so that when finally his fingertips brushed across her mound, all the parts were in the expected places and configuration. The touch brought another moan from the heaving chest and he switched to her other teat as his free hand teased her lightly below. It took little time before he felt her passion transform into wetness and he parted her lips gently while continuing to suckle at her breast.

She began to writhe then and he let a finger or two slip within, before removing them and bringing her own lubricant to bear on her nipples, as he savored both her nipple and her nectar at once. At this, she truly began to buck, obviously ready for him to take her fully. But he resisted. Though blind, this was also the first female he had held, besides his dead wife, in so long he couldn't remember. Demoness or no, if this was going to be his last orgasm, he'd be damned if he wasn't going to enjoy it to the fullest. Instead of mounting her, he cupped her furred ass in his hands and raised her mound to his tongue. At this, she began to roar, and her strong hands found the back of his head and pulled his face into her increasingly slippery pussy. He obliged as best he could, but - afterlife or no - he did still have to breath occasionally. He lapped at her gently at first, but her insistent pressure on the back of his head signaled that she didn't mind a stronger touch, and he obliged.

Soon his tongue was darting in and out of her as her hips rose to meet it, syncing up. While he noted the oddness of the tail protruding from her upper rump, his hands had strayed farther down, and now explored her ass properly, straying ever closer to her anus while his tongue plowed her womanhood as deep as it would go. She must have felt the impending touch of finger-on-asshole and she began to shudder, her legs wrapping around him as she came onto his face. He finally completed the maneuver on her rear and touched her asshole gently, sending another wave of orgasm over her body, her roar returning.

Finally, she pulled his head away from her pussy and compelled him to climb back up to meet her. He must have tasted of her juice, but she thrust her tongue into his mouth as if thanking him for his service by reaching for his tonsils. The softness of her under-tongue against his own brought his penis to full mast then, and he felt it pressing against her wetness, the tip rubbing and bouncing against her slick clitoris as it throbbed with his heartbeat. Her tongue retreated then, but her mouth remained open… inviting. He accepted the invitation as his most primal instinct began to assert itself fully. The inside of her mouth was warm as she sucked his tongue. But below… Below his cock sank slowly into a soft, slippery and inviting mound until it came to rest as deeply as it could go.

They stayed there, his tongue exploring her odd but warm and wet mouth, her need sucking it gently but wantonly. Meanwhile below, his cock throbbed balls deep inside her cunt. He felt her pulsing within there too, as if trying desperately to join his juices with it's own right there and then, without even having moved her hips to meet his.

It was too much. It had been too long. But she was experienced in such things. She nodded, almost imperceptibly. She released his tongue and he hugged her tightly to himself, feeling the coolness of her still-wet nipples against his own. With only a single thrust, he came. Hard. He felt himself jerk within her, bending her walls to his penis' shape. Once. Twice. More. His orgasm had begun, but still the release held off and he was all but lost to conciousness, pressing against her breasts with all his weight while his hands instinctively grabbed her ass, as if he could enter her even deeper. And then the release came at last, and he bucked and rutted his seed into her - a finger finding it's way inside her from behind as he became an animal of pure lust himself, bent on exploring every hole she had to it's depths. He no longer thought of her as a demoness, nor where he was, nor what the future might hold for him. He had become pure passion and his only concious thought remaining was the craving to get even deeper inside her legs somehow - any how. His mind swirled with thoughts of her pussy and ass as his balls pumped spurt after spurt of sperm deep into her. He didnt even hear her scream his name as she too became a feral creature, grabbing his ass and encouraging it to pump more and more from his prostate into her thirsty womb.

And then it was over as he lay panting atop her heaving chest. He felt the claws release his ass cheeks slowly, as if wishing to never let go. He slid his own finger gently from her anus while his other hand relaxed it's death-grip on her other ass cheek. His dick still throbbed within her, but it's stone-hard solidity was waning, allowing her interior to return to it's own shape instead of conforming to his. He did not withdraw from her directly. It had been too powerful for that. Instead he let nature relax his penis within her, dribbling out it's last attempt to impregnate her. He even felt her walls rythmically pulsing, still trying to draw in more of his fluid, though he was sure he had filled her to overflowing anyway. It was a greedy cunt, and even now it was not completely sated. His dick gave all it had left, and the never-satisfied pussy finally released it's captive man. The sigh that escaped the demoness' mouth at it's exit seemed to him to mimic her pussy's sadness at having been finally abandoned by his cock, now resting against the furry cleft of her butt cheeks.

He knew the wetness that he felt now flowing out from her was his excess seed, running down her ass crack to soak whatever it was that they had laid upon.

And then, finally, after what seemed hours, she turned to him and began licking his genitals. He submitted gladly, not minding the rough tongue that greedily tasted anything he might have left over on his cock and balls until they were thoroughly cleaned. Then they sat up together. Her hand found his and she led him out from whereever they had been to some source of water. It was cool, but not cold against his crotch as she bathed him a little before using it on herself.

“Sorry, there are no towels here," she said, breaking the silence at last. No words had been needed.

“Lisrian. That was…"

“I know, X. I know. You're quite a lover, for a dead man."

“And you. I can't wait to see what you look like."

“Is it really that important? After… that?"

“No. Not really. Thank…" he began, but she put a hard talon to his lips.

“Shh. There is no need to thank me. I got more pleasure out of that than you could possibly have. It's I who should be thanking you."

X smiled, “I doubt that very much. But yes. Let's go on, if my legs will hold out a little longer."

“I'm sorry, X. For… what you'll have to go through. Really I am," she said, though the deep purring that had started shortly after their post-orgasmic rest still was running strong.

“Right now, Lisrian, I think nothing could make me happier than to be tortured by you."

“I hope so," she purred, barely audible as they began to resume their trek.

“Oh, I don't know if I should mention it, but we got a round of applause from the locals!"

“WHAT?" X shouted. “What do you mean?"

“Well, the people who live in this realm. You can't see or hear them, I know. But they were really impressed!"

“Are you saying we just fucked in front of hundreds of people?"

“Um… no?" she responded hesitantly.

“I don't want to know, do I?"

“No. On second thought, you really don't. Forget it. Let's just move on, shall we?"

He wasn't sure, but he felt like she had just the faintest tinge of a giggle there at the end. A deep, feline giggle, but a giggle none the less.