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At the foot of a mountain, a long distance away from any major cities, lay a small town by the name of Ingnam. Most people that heard of it barely gave it a second thought as they moved on to the next, larger settlement in the area. It was nothing but a small spot on the map to them.

But Ingnam had a secret, a secret kept hidden in the shadow of its mountain neighbor for generations. For Ingnam was one of the few lines of defense that the world had against the powers of the other worlds, and the headmen of the village kept to the old traditions. According to them, the traditions were the only things that kept the powers of the other worlds at bay, keeping them from swarming out of the portal up in the mountains and taking over the world of the living.

According to these traditions, the village was to send one person every year through the portal in the mountains. It didn't matter if the person were man or woman, whether they were old or young. What mattered was their willingness to serve the village, and there were many that were willing to take up the mantle of Champion of Ingnam and bring the battle to the demons of the netherworld.

However, there were always those that did not belong in the village. There were those that were problem children, or criminals, and there were no laws against throwing them into the portal as a part of their punishment...

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Steve grunted softly as he was tugged behind the headman of the village, shaking his head as he was led further and further up the mountain path. It was a hard walk, with the path surrounded by jagged rocks and the path itself little more than gravel that had been pounded into the earth over its long history. Footprints of other people that had walked the path over the years were still there, unobscured by time, only disappearing when he happened to step on them and mix his footprints in with theirs.

He couldn't believe that the headman was going this far. Sure, he had been one of the most promiscuous people in Ingnam; sure, he had gotten into bed with the headman's daughter...and the baker's sister...and the butcher's wife...and brother...Hell, he had bedded half of the people in the village, but that was no reason to exile him into another dimension.

"Are you sure that there's no way that I can convince you to take me back down the mountain?" Steve asked, gesturing with bound hands back down to the village. "I mean, it's not all that far back. I'll do whatever you say if you just take me back - "

"You should keep your mouth shut," the headman said. He kept his eyes forward, but Steve could feel the anger rolling off of him. "Thanks to you, my daughter is going to go to her marriage bed without her virginity. Do you really think that you would get away with doing something like that?"

"Hey, she was the one that was asking for me to do all that stuff. I would have been happy with keeping it just at the oral stage, but noooo, she wanted me to get -"

"If you value your life, you are going to never finish that sentence," the headman muttered. "Now shut up. We're almost to the portal, and then you can be out of my life for good."

Tempting as the thought was to try and keep defending himself, Steven knew better than to keep bothering the headman when he sounded like that. There was too much anger in the village leader's voice now, too much belief in the justice of Steven's fate, for him to really be able to get through to the leader's sense of mercy. It seemed that his fate really was sealed, no matter how much he tried to think of some way for him to get out of this.

Steven had never needed to worry all that much about how he lived his life. He was a good looking guy, lean though with a little muscle to his credit. His black hair hung down just enough to cover one of his eyes partway yet still let him look through it, and it didn't hurt that he stood a little taller than most of the other men in Ingnam. Was it really his fault that most people threw themselves at him when he showed that he was interested in them? Well, maybe, but that didn't mean that the other villagers didn't share a little bit of the blame.

They stepped off of the path and into a cave, marked with red runes that weren't visible until they got right next to the cave mouth. The runes shimmered before their eyes, lighting the way into the cave. Not that they really needed the light; it was just a straight path, and unlike the path up the mountain, the ground was smoothed away in here, unnaturally so, but at least it made walking easier.

The portal was brighter than the runes on the tunnel by far, and extinguished their brighter red with the darker, bloodier red of its own. Burning with fiery light, the portal was opaque, with only the colors of fire and brimstone giving a clue as to where it led.

Stopping as the headman held out his hands, Steven groaned. "Do you really need me to do this part, too? I'm not a Champion, you know; why do I need to give you all of my clothes before I step through?"

"You are never going to come back. The Champions never do, and you never will either. So it would be a waste for you to go through with clothes that could be used by someone else back at the village." The headman glared at him as he flexed his fingers. "Now hand them over, before I decide to punish you before you go through the portal."

Despite being annoyed at the headman, there was no need to push him further. Going through the portal was going to be bad enough, and he didn't need to have another punishment, more than likely a beating of some sort, added on top of the already terrible ordeal of being sentenced to exile in the demon realm. So, he started to strip. Clothes came off of him quickly, dropping into the headman's hand. His shirt went first, and then his shoes. Then went his pants, leaving him in nothing more than his loincloth.

The headman cleared his throat, and Steven threw up his hands in frustration. "You can't even let me keep the loincloth?" Steven asked incredulously.

"You're not going to need it, and who knows? The demons are corrupt beings; you might find yourself surviving easier without your clothes." He laughed, shaking his head. "Hell, you barely wore them up here, why do you care about keeping anything on down there?"

Sadly, the headman had something of a point, but that didn't stop Steven from grumbling as he undid the cord around his waist. The loincloth fell to his feet, and he bent down to pick it up. He held it out to the chieftain.

The leader of the village held still for a moment, his eyes locked below Steven's waist for a second before he took the loincloth from him. Steven couldn't really blame his superior for staring down there. After all, he wasn't badly endowed. Most of the girls had really enjoyed his cock, all eight inches of it, and there had been a few guys that enjoyed taking a ride on it as well. It hadn't taken much work to find out just who the size queens were in Ingnam - all of them, really - and there hadn't been much competition for the fun that he offered. Certainly not that his lovers had been able to find other than him.

As he cleared his throat, the headman pointed at the portal. "Go. You are sentenced to exile, and you will never return unless you find some way back through the portal on the other side. Good luck with that; there has never been anyone to figure that out."

Ignoring him, Steven walked towards the portal with as much dignity as he could muster. It was hard, particularly as the flames of the portal continued to lick around him, surrounding him with a strange heat that he couldn't shake. It wasn't painful, but rather, it was warming in a way that was all too familiar. The light licked around him like a lover's tongue, caressing his skin, and causing him to slowly grow erect.

A soft groan told him that the headman was aware of his 'problem', but Steven ignored him, just walking forward. Every step brought a little more hardness to his groin, a little more firmness to his shaft. He groaned softly as he reached his full size, his full hardness - though he didn't get longer, he did get thicker as he got hard - throbbing in front of him. Despite the situation, he could feel himself starting to leak, almost heard the droplets of pre falling to the floor as he moved closer and closer to the portal, as though his senses were as heightened as his libido by the strange, otherworldly magic that powered the portal.

Finally he pressed himself to the wall of fiery light...and collapsed.

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Footsteps woke him, and he groaned as he pressed his hand to his head. The mother of all headaches pounded at the insides of his head, almost like the blacksmith had threatened to do after finding Steven in bed with his son. Good thing he hadn't let the blacksmith get close to him; if that pounding was half as bad as this one, he doubted that he would have been able to do most anything for a week.

But the footsteps concerned him, and Steven turned his head to the side to see what was coming his way.

What he saw surprised him. Rather than a human being, or some of the more fearsome demons that he had been told about by the headman and a few of the other elders, it was a rather diminutive thing. It stood maybe three feet in height, with skin colored sort of a brownish red, earthy while still looking crimson red in some places. The only clothing that it wore was a pair of sandals and a loincloth, and the latter was almost completely pointless, as the creature's cock hung down low enough that a full three inches were visible past the edge of the loincloth, swaying slightly from side to side as it walked closer to him.

The creature held a vial in hand, and though Steven's head throbbed, he had a feeling that it would be a bad idea for him to let the creature get close enough to put that bottle to his lips. He rolled to the side slowly, and then started to pull himself to his feet.

Halting in mid-step, the creature stared at him in surprise. "I'm amazed...how are you still conscious? Most of your kind are out for hours after they step through the portal."

"I have...no idea," Steven groaned softly, holding a hand to his head and clenching his eyes shut for a moment. Though it was less powerful now, less bizarrely arousing, he could still feel his cock throbbing from the light of the portal behind him. "What...what are you? Who are you?" he asked the creature.

"I am one of the many demons and creatures that you will find here in this realm," the creature said. He drew himself up, which barely allowed him to reach Steven's waist, and pointed a thumb at himself. "I am Zetaz the Imp, and you are going to be my new slave. Now, be a good human and bend over so I can feed you this Lust Draft."

"Lust Draft? Imp?" Neither word were familiar to him, though now that he thought about it, Steven could remember the teachers back at Ingnam mentioning a few different kinds of demons. Most of them had been of the larger, more terrifying sort, but he had heard the word 'imp' a time or two. Nothing that mentioned them as anything of importance, however, as they were more often referred to as minions for the bigger creatures and monsters down here. "Aren't your kind supposed to be minions or mooks or something for the big boys down here?"

The imp glared at him. Without warning, it seemed to sprout wings, pulling itself up into the air and flying over to him. Now, it was face to face with him, and Zetaz didn't look happy in the least. "I wouldn't say something like that again, if I were you. Right now, I have three times the power that you have, if you have any at all, and if you want to get around down here without becoming the slave of something ten times nastier than me, you are going to drink this -" he held up the vial "- and then get down on your knees and swallow my load like a good little human slave."

Sucking cock? That was something that he had been doing on a daily basis back in Ingnam, when he wasn't either eating out or fucking pussy, or fucking a guy's ass. And judging by the sheer size of the imp's cock, it looked like he could have a good bit of fun with this little guy. "Why don't you just get back on the ground and spread your legs, huh? I'd like to actually have a little free rein with the cocks I play with."

Such a look of shock Steven hadn't seen since he had flashed the local nuns. Rather than wait for the imp to stop flapping around, the human grabbed him by the ankles and yanked him down to the ground, pulling him until the sandals clicked as they touched the ground again. Ignoring the imp's protests, Steven pushed the loincloth up, wanting a better look at the cock that he was going to be letting down his throat, and possibly deeper depending on just how big the thing was.

It was a pretty good looking cock, though the person it was attached to could use a little work. Still, Steven was pretty sure that they would both enjoy what he was about to do, particularly if this cock could get a little bigger. Right now the cock was about seven inches long, and while that was shorter than his length, it looked a lot bigger on the imp since the creature was half his size.

Keeping the demon from taking off with one hand on the demon's leg and the other on the demon's balls, the human leaned in and pulled the tip of the cock into his mouth. It was unwashed, he noticed, but the taste wasn't too bad. It was mostly cum, with a little bit of pussy juice soaked into the tip, the taste of a cock that was almost constantly fucking or being stroked. Definitely a good taste in his book, he thought as he moaned around it, pulling a few more inches into his mouth as the imp stopped fighting him.

"Geez, you're a lot different from most of the Champions coming through that thing," Zetaz muttered above him, those hands no longer battering on his back and instead going behind his head, pushing him down against the cock. The demon didn't have the strength or the leverage to push him down that hard, but the feeling of the imp trying was still fairly sexy. It made him grin, at any rate, particularly as the imp kept talking. "Yeah, that's it, you pathetic human. Suck my cock. Show your new master that he made a good choice picking you for his little slave slut!"

Though he was tempted to pull off and tell the imp the truth, that he was just an exile from the village for being the slut that got everyone into bed, he thought that it might not go over too well. Or that it would, and he would get a lot more than he bargained for. So, instead, the human kept up the cock-sucking, making sure to pull the whole thing deep into his mouth.

He could already feel the head swelling against his tongue, taste the pre as it started flowing freely into his mouth. It had a hot flavor, nothing that he had tasted the like of before, and he licked his tongue over Zetaz's cock tip eagerly, trying to get a better idea of just what the flavor reminded him of.

The more he tasted it, the more it reminded him a bit of one spice from back home. Cumin seed, he thought it was called; it tasted smoky, bitter, but hot as well. It would have been distasteful, if he didn't already love the smell and taste of cum, and there was plenty of that flavor to go along with the hot, smoky stuff that was worked into it.

In fact, the taste of the imp's pre was amazing. It made him groan as he swallowed the pre, and he started to bob his head along the hardening length, pulling more and more of it into his mouth as it got harder against his tongue. Inch after inch seemed to flow out of the imp's crotch, until he would have sworn that he had a full foot of cock to work with, hard as steel and throbbing with the ever-increasing pulse of the demon's heartbeat.

Despite serving Zetaz willingly, it seemed that the imp wanted a little more out of him than what he had given so far. When the imp reached full erection, the diminutive male grabbed him by the back of the head. This time the imp's fingers worked through his hair, getting a good grip before tugging him hard. The sheer strength of Zetaz's tug took him off guard, pulling him more than nine inches down the shaft. Two and some inches still stuck out of his lips, mocking him for not taking the entire thing at once, slowly disappearing as the imp pulled himself forward, dragging Steven's head forward at the same time. The imp's hips wiggled from side to side as he leveraged himself further and further in, taking his time, almost like he was teasing Steven with the view.

The thick head of the demon's cock swelled inside of his throat, and despite his experience with cocks, Steven couldn't help but gag a little bit. He gasped around the cock, his mouth trying to open wider to take the monster in deeper, but it was hard to do anything when the imp had him by the hair, shoving him down further and further on his cock, and forcing him to take more with each second, and not allowing him any sort of control over what happened with this particular blowjob.

It was clear that Zetaz hadn't been using his full strength earlier, when he had been just pushing lightly against Steven's head. Now, the demon was using him like a plaything, and if Steven hadn't been so surprised by the whole thing, he might have enjoyed it. His cock was still hard, and he was leaking some pre down on the imp's sandaled feet as he was facefucked, so it wasn't all bad.

Finally, the imp managed to get everything into Steven's mouth, big red balls rubbing against his chin as the imp ground himself against the human's face. "Mmm...feels like....you got a little experience with this, you little slut," Zetaz muttered above him, pulling back a bit only to thrust forward again, the wet slap of balls against chin making Steven's cock jump a little bit. "Yeah...you know how to suck cock...know how to make another guy feel real good, don't you? What were you, the town whore? They sending us playthings now instead of Champions to corrupt?"

The imp was closer than he realized, but Steven said nothing. He only sat there, letting the demon fuck his throat. It was clear that the imp didn't have much more experience with dealing with cooperative partners than a horse had experience with fucking sheep, so there was no chance that the human was going to get so much as a reach-around. So, he waited, knowing that the imp would blow his load eventually.

It took less time than he thought, though. Once Zetaz had hilted in his throat, the imp only took a few minutes to reach his climax, thrusting back and forth rapidly. The head of his cock was almost like - he imagined - a horse cock, the head throbbing and almost flaring inside of his throat, cutting off more and more of his air as the minutes passed. If the imp hadn't cum when he did, and hadn't decided to pull out and splatter Steven's face with his seed, the human didn't know if he would have managed to remain conscious.

Gasping and coughing as the imp slipped back from him, Steven glared at the creature as he caught his breath. A good cock the imp might have, but that didn't make him a fun partner. And he might be a slut, but he was damned if he was going to let someone fuck with him instead of actually fucking him right.

As Zetaz recovered, Steven lunged forward, grabbing the vial out of the imp's hand. He grinned as he stood up, tackling the cocky imp to the ground, and then forcing the vial down the miniature demon's throat. The pink liquid inside flowed out fast, filling the imp's mouth, and Steven held the imp's nose closed as the liquid kept flowing out. Zetaz fought it for a few seconds, but soon gave up the ghost, swallowing the...Lust Draft?...quickly.

The effects hit the imp almost immediately, and if Steven hadn't already had the imp pinned, he would have tackled the creature to the ground so that he could watch every bit happen as it did. As it was, he stared as the imp's softening cock went right back up, and stared as the diminutive demon started writhing around, mouth open and gasping, and his cock spraying pre like a fountain into the air. The balls even swelled, presumably with a great deal of seed, as the imp gasped with need, with massive arousal.

Zetaz actually looked up at him, mouth open and gasping, "Please...please...let me...let me fuck you..."

"Fat chance," Steven muttered with a shake of his head. Getting an idea, he took the imp's loincloth, putting it on himself. It wasn't much better than it had been for the demon - worse, in some ways, because the band was tight and the thing stunk with a musk that wasn't his own - but at least it was something for his modesty.

The imp groaned, his hips humping air as he laid on the ground, almost unable to move from the lust that was coursing through his veins. Steven felt a little sympathy for the imp, but not all that much; after all, the imp had been planning to make a slave out of him, and without even buying him dinner first. The least he could do was suffer from a little bit of lust while Steven got a head start into exploring...whatever this land was called. He would have to ask the next person he found just what it was.

And where he could go for that matter, he thought to himself as he looked out into the distance. There were many lands to be seen from here. There was a desert in one direction, and a forest in another; there was a lake near the forest, and far in the distance, he could swear that he could see mountains. Yet, he felt that no matter which direction he went, he would reach each one no sooner than he would reach another.

So, the question was, just which one did he feel like going to next? And where might he find the answers he needed?