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It was an unmeasurable amount of time, decades perhaps, in the manner those in Creation think they can measure time, before her senses returned and before she again stirred, lain as she was in the grimy, ash filled crater her impact had dug under her body.

The fallen deer angel just lay there, sullen, silent, as some fraction of her celestial faculties and senses returned to her. Consciousness gradially seeped back into her battered body; it was some time as well before she could grasp where she was, and what had happened, and what she was seeing. The deep hole that had been excavated by her headlong crash into Hell seemed, for a long, dazed while, to be huge ampitheater-sized arena; for long while she feared she'd been cast into some kind of empty, city sized bowl, to be alone forever in a vacant, lonely caldera of her own making.

It was only when enough of her senses returned that she realized it was but a smaller depression she'd fallen into; she rolled painfully onto her flank, rising then in a heaving roll back to rest on her knees. Her armor was all but melted and burned off her, but a few tarnished shards clinging to her; her formerly angelic robes seared and blackened rags that scant covered her.

Near madness gripped her. The memory of what she'd done, and what had been done to her, for those sins; the realization of where she was, rushed up in her thoughts and in her heart to have her near ready to scream. Intense loss ached inside her; loss of the everpresent bliss of Heaven, loss of an angel, ~her~ angel, who's touch and who's attentions and who's exquisite, beautiful manhood had given her joy that surpassed even the highest glowing heights of Paradise.

She crawled, on all fours, struggling as her strength returned, struggling to ascend and crest the lip of the crater her downfall had scarred the landscape with. The view she gazed upon, on leaving that small abyss was of one a thousand times greater, desolation and dispair stretching far past the horizon. Somber and dismal, the rocky landscape was accented with gusts and eruptions of primal, sweltering flame; the ragged, jagged cut to every broken plateu, every cruel outcrop of rock spoke of bruised and bloodied flesh wherever one should try to scale or climb it.

The finality of her situation, of her fate, brought tears to her eyes. And the naked, rag draped fallen angel doe then thrust hands apart, in the thick ash upon which she crawled; she spread knees and hiked ass up, as if the now-demon deer was siezed by the most intense season of heat any doe had ever felt in her life. She screamed then, with tossed up muzzle, howling at the sky that was choked with dark nebula of inky, swirling clouds; she brayed mindlessly as she swayed her ass back, and forth, baring still beautiful and delicious cunny to a world that seemed barren of any paramour bearing manhood to fill its needy depths with.

Her howls continued, the doe sinking down that her breasts brushed and then sank ponderous into the thick ash that burned hot against them; she explicitly showed with wide open thighs the wet blossom of her cunny, where she hurt so much for so much of a lover's manhood, to be deep inside of her belly. She hated how she felt, she felt so stupid; with all the pain and punishment eternal that came down upon her head she had but one thought in that head, one need to be fulfilled in her depths, one itch that so fucking needed to be scratched, and that was a need to ~cum~.

She couldn't fathom why, she didn't know then, why this feeling of a aching empty pussy had come upon her, but she needed cock NOW. She had to cum NOW. She needed release, she needed relief; she need something to cover up the everpresent pain inside and out that that long, fast, bonecrush fall into Hell had caused. She needed diversion, and the diversion that she wanted was that lovely, moaning, sweating act her angel and she had indulged themselves in, over and over, even when they weren't hurting.

"Hey, shut THE FUCK up!" a roaring voice bellowed at her. "It's Hell for everybody, so shut up, WE KNOW!"

The now-devil doe whipped her face up, her hair in tangled witchlocks as it flung back between her horns. The rude speaker was off her right, one of her fellow fallen rebels, not a few paces away. He perched upon hooves, raptor like, upon a rocky, jagged rise of stone; his body was shaped as a strange, ragged fusion of cheetah, oryx, and bat.

They warily regarded each other, both dirty, bare naked but for a few ribbons of burned robes, and streaked with ash and mud; both afraid beyond reason to even speak of their downfall, their failure, the horror of never being able to go home again.

The inexplicable but needful ache in her pussy was unbearable now, more so than that of her pains from the Fall. She fell back on her knees, baring her tattered figure to him, reaching to grip her tits and clutch them in a distending squeeze.

"Hey," the cervine fallen angel said, after a long, intent silence had passed. "Hey. You. Gotta dick?"

The lean cheetahthing glanced down at his loins, as if he wasn't sure it was still there, after his own meteoric fall from Heaven. He looked back up at her, a wry, lopsided, fanged smile replacing his scowl as he regarded the now fully realized red devil doe he found with him, crimson in her fur and so naked before him. "Oh. You're one of THOSE," he sneered. "Looks like I do, babe..."

The devil deer arose, and strode over to his rocky outcrop and bent over, hands unevenly placed on the upsurging of volcanic rock. "I wanna feel good. I wanna stop hurting. Screw me, big boy."

"Oooh, someone's hurtin' for certain," the cheetahbeast laughed, as he jumped onto paws and got behind her, rubbing his cock in fisted, jerking swift motions to get it quickly stiff. "'K, where do you want some, babe? Wanna swallow some first, or shall I just pound your cunt?"

"Just PICK one," the newly made demoness snapped, her cervine ears pinning for the constant ringing she still had in them. "Just pick a hole, dummy, and FUCK IT."

The oryx-horned demon grabbed the crimson doe's ass and grinned, leaning his lean weight over her; he aimed that dick that he'd pumped up to primed hard-on and crammed it against the tight hole she had between her thighs, where she was already sopping wet. "Oh, yeah!" he roared, as he slid his shaft in, a hump of his hips driving it balls deep in the first blow. "Oh fuck yeah... oh... oh, fuck that tight twat... yeah... yeah, yeah, yeah, nice and tight... even the crash didn't fuck up this tight cunny.." he hissed.

The devil deer groaned, as her hands got crusty with ash, scrabbling about for a better grip on the stone under her as she and her random paramour went from zero to fucking in 1.2 seconds. She mmmphed as the rock cut at her bare tits, their weight spreading against it as he bent her over harder for his hard cocked attentions; she ooohhhhed in a silky squall, as he lifted a hoof and planted it on the stone aside her, better leveraging his stance that he could begin to slam her with randy rabbit rapidity, his ass and cockshaft becoming almost a blur as he went at her with nearly supersonic seeming cockstrokes.

"Yeah... mmmyeah, mmmyeah, fuck, fuck, fuck that tight twat... yeah... yeah, make a tight cunny feel good..." he chanted dutifully, as he held her ass tight. He raised the tail spade of his deviltail to his lips and slobbered a lick on it, to then lower it quickly in a cobra fast strike and stab the red devil doe's asshole deeply with it, making her give forth a screech as he double speared her dirty and battered, naked, bent over body.

"Shut up! FUckin'.. fuckin', fuckin' stop talkin'.. just.. just fuck me... make me cum!" the newly demonic cervine girl squealed back at him, her ass starting to hump and bump up and down as she got closer to her moment of relieving ecstacy. The oryx patterened and cheetah striped demon who helpfully screwed her responded by shutting her up with two fingers in her mouth, his palm pads on her crimson cheek as he forced her to suck those digits he rougly stuffed through her lips; his free hand clasping his spear tipped tail as he started to forcefully saw that impaling length of devilflesh deep in her ass.

"Yeah....there... fuck these holes... fuck 'em hard.. yeah.. cum for me, doe, cum, cum, cum for me..." he chanted raggedly as the rocket fast slide of his dick in her snatch got him right up to his moment.

(Those crude words, they came so easy. What had happened; had the crash and the fires here burned away all the civility they once had been so gloriously wrapped in?)

The horned semi-feline fallen angel selfishly beat her across the finish line, lifting his muzzle with a racous howl as his tip erupted forth messily with a gush of skinburning sperm... his lower back arced forcefully, that he threw himself hard into her sore flesh; that his shaft was held sheath deep for the delivery of a full tankload of jizz. The newmade demoness he speared threw a look back around her now batskinned wing with a curiously sorrowful sob in her throat... at this moment of taking another's cum, and not her lovers.

Her disgraced paramour utterly ignored her, in the midst of spurting and shivering with orgasm; he kept his cock deep and pulsing in her yet eager snatch, flowing forth his semen as he kept pumping her ass with a sharp tipped tail, pleasuring and stinging her until he felt a twitching quiver start to run from her flicking deer tail and up her back...

That twitching tickle then hotly erupting forth from her lips as a bray, the doe joining him in his cumming with hers, even as her delicate deer nostrils flared at the harsh, acrid scent of his spunk spurting from her pussy lips. She ground her teardrop tail and bountiful bouncy ass against his belly, squealing filthy swearing as they both took from the other without loving thought, without ever having intention of giving any pleasure in return.

Her orgasm came as thick, heavy waves that radiated with shuddering shock from the very center of her twat, her very full twat... ponderous and potent as the sound tolling from a bell, cresting waves of utter pleasure that spread through her, from the pulsing depths of her pussy where she quivered tight around him; through breasts and belly and thighs and all the way to hooves and fingertips and tips of her horns, nearly as great in their joy as the glory that once clothed her in heaven, but far too short lived, and not as eternal, as that heavenly ecstacy had been.

"Yeahhhhhhhhh..." the felinoid fallen angel crooned, as he felt his unclean stream of demon semen start to subside... his hand ripping his barbed tail from the doe's ass, to make her gasp a curt obscenity. "Damn, but it's like, we learned every curse word in the book the second we smacked down here..." he laughed, reaching forth to grab her cracked and chipped horns. He made the doe wail as he pulled at those handy handlebars, that he could better grind and gyrate his shaggy furred hips, and cram his perpetually hard prick deeper into the wet, lush dripping glade of her twitching pussy.

"Guh... oohhhhhffff, ummmmm, oohhhhh yeah... oh yeah, oohhh..." the devil deer moaned, whining greatfully her needed but far too breif joys to the fallen angel who granted them. "I need... oh, yeah, that DICK," she moaned into the rock, shoving her ass into his loins. "More... wanna fuck more," she grumbled, giving his ever thick dick a salvo of tight squeezes.

"Sure..." the catdemon snickered, claws sinking into her asscheeks as he drew his sword of flesh forth from her messy slit. Her ears quivered at the wet slurp of his flesh being stolen from her; her teeth cleched as his talons tore into her, as he pushed her aside, to take seat on the warm spot of stone she'd been laying upon. The red doe stumbled, her tits bouncing tight as she swayed forward, caught before falling by his clawed hands on her hips; he dragged her back, curling one arm down 'round under her thigh and the other over her heated breasts, to heft her up into his lap and onto the cum slicked dick he had ready for her.

She squirmed and kicked a bit as the hook of his arm under her left thigh spread her and left her hurting in that hip, for how wide he pulled her legs apart. The crimson doe gasped harshly, as she felt the tip of his cock press pointedly at the fearful, shrinking tight bud of her tailhole, his cockhead's barbed, throbbing flesh a pounding at a gate that she would have preferred remain sealed tight against such thick, barbaric invasion.

"Wait..." she cried, thrashing in the hold of a disgraced celestial who was stronger, than her. "Wait, the tail.. 's one thing, but THAT thing, there's.. there's no way that's fitting in THERE!" the doe screeched, as her teardrop tail twitched fretfully against the horned feline thing's belly.

He mauled at her tits, with raking claws, grabbing at a nipple to tug it taunt. He gave her another jerking lift, bouncing her breasts in his crude grasp, to get her better into the lap he'd made ready with his throbbing spear of flesh, for her. "This is the sorrowful place, little doe," he hissed to her, his hips jerking hard to push and then ~pop!~ the thick fist of his cock tip into her protesting, clenching asshole. "There's no saying no here. This is a place of utter freedom from restraints, and I get to do ~anything~ I want to you..."

Her hips jerked hard too, going taunt, twitching as she felt that far too thick shaft of love muscle jam up into her ass; her furred red asscheeks clenched, trying to keep that invasion to being only just past the raw, sore gate of her tailhole. But he was the one with the upper hand, or rather, the hard, upright stalagmite of dick that she had to sit her butt on, that she had to get impaled on, without any word in the matter.

His palm pressed hard sudden, in a slap upon her mons, to force her down further on the thick pole of his want; his clawed fingertips joined to slide deep and thrust swift into the sticky white marsh of the creampie he'd given her, a loud ~splut!~ heard as she felt his cum splatter forth from that shove of fingers into her twat; he rubbed her g-spot rough with sharp nails as she felt heavy droplets cast against her soft, inside thighs, and leave her wet and messy all the way to her knees.

The impaled, imposed upon fallen angel doe leaned her head back helplessly, draping her horns and her long hair over the cat fiend's shoulder, as he roughly and steadily stabbed her in the ass with his heavy set mantool... his breath warm crashing over the hills of her breasts as they shuddered, each time he thrust up into her. Her tongue felt as though it would force out of her clenched teeth, as the pressure of his cock pushed up so deep into her ravaged body... she felt his balls radiating an infernal heat upon her ass as his pleasure raised to hot peak.

Get him off, she frantically demanded of herself. Get him off fast, like Azmodel, make him cum quick, it'll be over, he'll be spent. She tried to get him hotter, she tried to cooperate, with this moment of Hellbound anal rape... reaching back with her now bat wings to brush him, with soft touching tease; clutching at his cock with rhythmic caress best she could spread over his throbbing thickness with her agonized inner flesh. She reached past his hand, to grip at the smouldering boulders of his balls, giving them a squeeze; his flesh burned her palm as he yowled in glory, for the fondling of doe fingers about his orbs.

"Ooohhhh..." the feline fiend moaned, his eyes twitching back up in deep ecstacy. "You're gonna be really good at this, Down Here... " he moaned to her, as his hips began to bang harder into her, his cock in her ass for every red hot inch. "You're gonna make a lotta hard dicks really happy, in this unhappy place..." he groaned to her, promising her an eternity of taking it in every hole that a fallen doe angel had to offer.

The batwinged doe began to sway and sashay about in his lap, bracing hooves about him upon the naked rock those two naked demons used for a bed... she began to ride hard on him, undulating her nude body, her tits slamming about on her chest, her hips swivling swift as she pumped back upon him to torment his cock with pleasures beyond what merely fucking her would give him. She took command and took control, of this anal punishment from him... her breath staccato and hot in her throat as she pitched a fast fuck with him.

Get him off, she chanted in her heart. Get him off, get him off, get him off, make him cum, make him cum! she urged herself, trying to save herself, by promoting his fuck with her.

The devilish catthing crammed her leg against her side as he lifted her further, better posing her for his pole to bottom out in her ravaged, raw bottom... the rapid, steaming, laboring pant of breath through his throat and teeth telling she was winning, she was getting what she wanted, he was getting close. "Ooo.. ooh yeah, oh babe, gonna cum, gonna cum, cum, ~cumming!~" he howled in her ear, beating and berating her hearing with hellishly loud sound to leave her momentarily deaf. A gushing heat started deep in her ass, a squirting upwelling of something like hot, boiling oil, fallen angel's now demon-semen gushing plentifully to coat and cream her anal depths, to leave a doe's belly hurting with how heavy it seemed to swell with that unwanted load.

Her motions eased, and she let him cum, she let him spend himself, in the tight trap of her ass. She gasped out a sigh, as she slowly went limp on top of him, ready to offer up thanks to Above (then realizing, the Throne wasn't listening to her, anymore). She almost, almost, forgetting herself, turned her muzzle to his for a kiss... her hand from his balls, up to his cheek, to guide lips to hers...

When her motions came interruped, her voice in a shriek, as he threw arms up to throw her off him. He drew cock from her asshole roughly, heedless of the protesting cries the red devil deer made as he just left her without even a thanks. The now-devil doe landed with a thud on hoof and knee, almost abuot to tumble over, spreading wet mess of her twin creampies down her thighs, cumdrops steaming away when they hit the ashcovered soil.

The cheetah-oryx then just hauled off and kicked her in the ass, strength deceptively greater than his wiry frame would suggest, throwing her cursing body into a thick drift of acidic, choking ash. "Fuckin' dick!" she brayed at him, as he literally made her eat dirt; a cloud of grey and black drifted about her, ash sticking and further sullying the creampie that dripped from her spread cuntlips. "You're just gonna leave me here?"

"Welcome to Hell, baby. This is as good as it gets.." the fanged devil sneered, as he sauntered off, flinging jizz from his cocktip as it swayed and bounced in his jaunty walk.

The now devil doe sobbed suddenly, fingers clutching into the dark and grey ash. She lay there, again motionless for so long a time; lettting his devilspunk drip from her ass and cream her cleft, and thighs, and join the thick disaster that too, seeped from her cunny.

This was all she had now, she thought, over, and over again. This was her eternal life. No Heaven; without her angel, and now in THIS place of stifling heat and hard dicks that hungered for her every tight hole.

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It was as if the fire of their fall, the heat of that deep darkness that fall dropped them into, had burned off all of the grace and good natures they'd had, that she'd had, as a celestial being. Outer glory melted off to reveal that which had been inside them; naked lusts and leering wants, that were now exposed to all who'd care to see them.

In her early days in that newly made place called Hell, she lacked any finesse, or guile; in those eons ago days; she had no subtlety or tact. In those early years of her fallen angel, and now demonic state, she'd just prowl Hell, she'd stalk about the lava rivers and ash strewn ridges, and sighting a demon hung with a dick she'd just snap at him with a loud "Fuck me NOW!"

It did the trick, it was good enough, for those rudimentary days of a untrained sex devil; demons would go at her with but the bark of her voice, though it would have been but only the most hard up mortal with the most painful hard on ever to take ~that~ baldly placed, obvious bait, had she tried it on Earth.

But in those days, to her, so soon after the loss of Heaven, it was enough, it was what she needed; if she did it enough in those days, and especially on a 'good' day with a whole line of erect devils lined up behind her, the nonstop rutting would at least roughly approximate the bliss she felt back Up There.

As the centuries passed she gained skill, she gained acceptance, of this new pursuit that she had. She gained the new title, 'succubus', the new role, that of being eternal courtesan and whore to the wanting flesh of Hell. She grew proud of that title, adding pride to her sins; her fear and resistance too, melted away, as the years passed. Evermore she reveled in her sexual profession of providing carnal congress, to all who needed it.

She assumed the name, Comet, to reflect what she thought her fall from Heaven had looked like. She took new name, hiding her true one; true names gave power over you, especially in Hell, when others came to know it. And a false name was also a subtle fuck you to the Throne, in not using the name bestowed upon her by Him.

Her fortunes rose and fell again, in that place where chaos and unbridled (and thus unchecked) freedom reigned. Centuries passed where she was all but a succubus queen, proud of her own shocking disgraces of succubi legions, poshly quartered and all bendecked in jewels. New centuries would come where dethroned, deposed, Comet would be in nothing but iron chains about throat and limbs, and the only words ever spoke to her would be, 'you're just a fucktoy, to me'.

And as years came after years; as change came upon change; she stayed constant to her new, true role. She came to be fine mistress well skilled, in making horny males wail in joy; she came to be a quite talented expert in making hard cocks erupt and cum. She had nothing else to sustain her, and satisfy her; the heat of Hell and her shorn off celestial natures came together to reshape her own being. And that being was dedicated, entirely and forever, to the art of fucking with anyone who wanted her.

And yet ...

Inside her, she'd think, even as she reveled and relished in sucking a dick, or riding a fine stud until he blew his load... if only I could find him. My angel, he was the best. If only he Fell with us, if only he'd full rebelled, if only he'd not repented and stayed good; oh, finding and serving him would be Heaven enough even in this place called Hell.