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A Temptation Too Far

For Magnus Strange and Cinnabar

By Draconicon

It was a dangerous thing to make a deal with a demon, but it was never less than lucrative if you could get away with it. That was what Cinnabar kept reminding himself of, now that he stood in the middle of a red-stone cage hanging from the middle of a club. The lion shifted from one end to the other, always cautious about how far he could afford to take it, knowing that it could tilt and carry him over the edge if he wasn't careful.

Of course, the more dangerous thing was whether the demons down below would come up to him.

Cinnabar leaned slowly against the bars before him, looking down at the fancy club down below. A stage for performers was set up behind him, and there were several tables in blood-red cloth laid out before it. The red part of his fur would have looked almost the same hue, he supposed.

Not that he was paying much attention to the tables. No, he was far, far more focused on those sitting at them.

He blushed as demons of all sorts, from humanoid to furred, from scaled to slime, looked up at him. There was no entertainment to distract them, so he functioned as the entertainment that the club had on offer. He resisted the urge to reach down and touch himself, knowing better than to get his hands anywhere near his dick. The last time he'd done that - when he'd first been put in the cage and put under the lust spell - he'd almost lost the bet.

Remember the bet. Remember the bet, he thought with a blush as he stepped away from the bars. You keep from cumming, you get enough money to make it for a decade.

That was the hard part, though. He shivered as his cock bounced and throbbed between his legs, the hard, veiny length rubbing up against his belly fur and making it hard to think of anything but the needy dick between his legs. Cinnabar had to hold his hands behind his back to keep from touching it, and even that only made him feel needier. He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths as he walked back to the center of the cage.

Even there, away from most prying eyes, he had no mercy. A massive, horse-shaped dildo pointed out from the bottom of the cage, hard and erect, and he knew better than to think that it was just a toy. Magnus - the demon that he'd made a deal with - had told him that the dildo was his key out of the cage if he needed a restroom break or something, but just looking at it, he didn't think there was any way for him to fit it inside him.

Yet…

He shivered, staring at the massive thing, blushing as his asshole started to twitch.

"Stupid lust spell…"

He kicked the toy, feeling the thick shaft rubbing against the underside of his paw. Even that felt lewd and tempting, and he grumbled as he stomped off towards the other side of the cage.

No sooner had he arrived, though, than a large, imp-like demon had floated up to it. The demon grinned at him, grabbing him by his mane and pulling him forward before he could drag himself away.

"Heh, so, you're the toy that Magnus picked out, huh?"

"Nnngh, let go of me!"

"Not a chance, slut."

The lion blushed, feeling the demon's strength on the back of his head, pushing past all his resistance. He was made to look straight down, and his cheeks burned hotter.

The imp's cock was already rock-hard, throbbing and bouncing in a way not dissimilar to his own. He was pulled down towards it, or the demon flew a bit closer. Perhaps a combination of the two. In any event, his nose was pressed flat against the tip of that thick shaft, the tip oozing pre already and smearing the musk against his nose. Even as he tried to pull back, even as he gained a few inches, the potent smell stuck to his muzzle.

"Nnngh!"

"You know the rules, slut. If one of us catches you, you have to do what we say."

That was a rule, but it wasn't an easy one. He fought for a few more seconds, but when he saw the imp glaring at him, he knew that he couldn't push his luck much further. Slowly, Cinnabar leaned forward, his lips parting to take the imp's shaft.

It was more than a little thick, forcing his jaws apart to the degree that he hadn't expected, but at least it was shorter than the dildo in the middle of the room. He felt the hot, slippery member running along with his tongue, tasting pre and flesh, and solid corruption as it dragged its way towards the back of his mouth. Every little inch made its presence very clear, forcing his jaws open and holding them wide. He drooled around the shaft and groaned as he realized how it must look for the demon holding his mane.

He had no say in how his face was used. The demon took charge, fucking him hard and fast, thrusting up and down. The beating sound of the imp's leathery wings only added to the metronome of fucking, his face shoved down, the imp's hips thrusting up. Each impact left him groaning, his eyes rolling back at the potent musk shoved down his nose, the scent that he was forced to breathe.

In, out, in, out, each thrust almost making him gag. The imp was that slight bit too short of making him actually start clenching down, but the worry was always there. Cinnabar groaned as the imp's fingers in his mane started to make his head hurt, the hair getting pulled hard.

Up, down, out, in. The musky shaft plugged his mouth good, and he was dragged along so fast that he could hardly breathe. Only the scantest bit of air cleared his nose and throat, and even that was tainted with the constant, pungent smell of the imp's musk. He groaned, coughing, sputtering around the thick shaft, but there was no escape from it. All he could do was take it and hope for the best.

Cinnabar gave praise when he felt the imp speeding up, the hard humping getting faster and more erratic. His jaw ached, and his tongue was saturated with the taste of pre and cock, and there was no smell but imp dick anymore. Heavy balls slapped against his chin harder and faster, and louder, too.

Finally, just as he was about ready to give up, just as his lungs felt like they were about to pop from lack of air, the imp came. The first flood of cum went right down his throat, and the second all over his tongue. As soon as the imp let go of his mane, Cinnabar was pulling back, dragging himself away from the edge of the cage, and just in time, too. He barely avoided three more pairs of hands, and the price of getting his ass frosted with demon cum was an acceptable trade for him.

He coughed, sputtering and gasping as he made his way back to the center of the cage, crouching down with the dildo at his side. His hole twitched harder as he sat near it, and he imagined that it was another spell of corruption from Magnus. Something about needing that dildo up his ass, something about needing to fuck himself if he was near it.

No safe spots in this cage, he thought, blushing as his cock throbbed. Ugh, with my luck, that load of cum is already working more corruption through my system…

At the very least, his cock was even harder, and he swore that his balls were bigger than they had been, as well. Even shifting his weight back and forth seemed to make his sack sway back and forth between his thighs, tapping against his furred legs and making its weight that much more apparent.

Looking around, he could see that most of the demons had decided to come in for a closer look. Some of them were like the imps, small flappers that didn't have much going for them save for a large cock, but some of them were more powerful creatures. He could make out a minotaur that was using a trio of imps to stay aloft, and he could see the dealmaker himself further back in the crowd, the alligator demon floating on wings of musky scent. Here in hell, the powers of demons defied explanation.

It didn't help that they were all jerking off around him, either. They seemed all too eager to infect him with their scent, and as strings of pre-cum landed inside his cage, running in transparent lines towards him and the dildo, he swore his cock started to throb all the more eagerly.

He was about to turn his head away and curl up in a ball when he felt a sudden grip on his cock. Yelping loudly, Cinnabar looked down, staring at the magical, red-tinged hand that had wrapped around his shaft. He felt it squeezing down hard at the base of his cock before slowly running up to his tip, squeezing there before stroking back down to his base.

"Mmmph! No...no, that's...that's not fair! Let go!"

"Hehehe, nobody said we couldn't edge the lion!" one of the demons shouted. "Go on, see how long you resist when you're constantly getting pumped!"

Cinnabar already knew how long he could resist that. Perhaps three hours, at most. His legs quivered as he felt his already-sensitive cock start to bounce, stroked, and pulled up and down with each successive tug on his shaft. The lion bit his lips, trying not to focus on the pleasure of the magical handjob, but it was so hard not to think about it.

His hips twitched, but only once before he managed to make them stop. The lion sat down, pulling his arms behind his back and sitting on his hands, but that didn't help him get away from the pleasure. If anything, the fact that he was restraining himself from touching his dick only made it worse. His tongue hung out as sweat began to roll down his forehead, soaking his fur as his cock started to ooze, pre-running down the underside of his shaft over his heavy balls and onto the floor.

He leaned his head forward slowly, resting it on the ground, but even as he blocked his cock from sight, the demons continued to point and laugh and jerk themselves off to his misfortune. The lion moaned his cock twitching and oozing against his belly, his hips making micro-thrusts to try and get more pleasure from that hand.

Remember the deal, remember the deal, he told himself.

He had barely managed to grunt that out before he felt another magical hand rubbing along his ass cheeks, parting them and showing his pucker to the audience. He yelped as another finger started to force its way past his rim, filling him up with something insubstantial and all too physical at the same time.

Not fair, not fair! he thought. How am I supposed to keep from cumming when they're doing this?

He didn't know, but he'd have to figure something out and fast.

The End