Appetizer

Story by Suntouched Icarus on SoFurry

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#1 of A Meal: Beginning to End


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Picture the story is based on: http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e197/XanthTheDreamer/Sturfs/DemonDJ.jpg Artwork by Necrodrone13

Song that goes well with it: Scream -Avenged Sevenfold


Over the course of your life you hear a lot of things about Hell; the fire, brimstone, and eternal torture being the most common themes. But one thing you never hear mentioned is the massive, crazy parties. It gets left out every time someone talks about Hell, but they go on despite the ignorance of those who still live. One can only guess at how something fun could happen in a place that's supposed to be eternally torturous, but it probably all comes down to one thing; God gave all beings, be they human or fur, the ability to make the best of a bad situation so that they could still have faith in Him even during the worst of times. Well, in giving them that ability, He gave them a weapon against His own prison for the less desirable souls. Whether it was a slip, unthinkable for a supreme being, or an intentional chance at some small redemption could only be known by God Himself, and He sure isn't telling.

One such party echoed off a high cavern roof and reverberated down tunnels lit dimly orange with the perpetual flames that lay in small pools randomly scattered across the floor, and at the center of the party sat its controller, the puppeteer that played with the strings of the many flailing bodies that danced and moshed with equal fervor. The demon, once a wolf and now the lord of the dance for so long that the only name for him that anyone remember was DJ, held his headphones to his ears so that they wouldn't slip as he headbanged to his own personal remix that had taken centuries to perfect.

Soaking up the soaring passions on the dance floor as an Incubus would soak up the passions of a bedroom escapade, DJ expertly flipped between two different recordings, remixing on the fly without even looking at his turntable. This was where he belonged, he knew it and so did everyone else. It was what he had died for. When DJ decided to break out the equipment and work his own special brand of magic other parties simply ended and every party demon made it his or her personal business to be there. There were no drugs in hell, no way to make them, and accidentally getting pregnant wasn't a problem so random and often very public sex was the favorite and only aphrodisiac for everyone that was looking to get high.

And, of course, this was Hell so things not usually seen were a regular occurrence. DJ himself, after so much time under Hell's warping influence was over ten feet tall and not only that but four horns sprouted from the top of his head, small spikes too dainty to be called horns poked from beneath the skin of his eyebrows and the top of his muzzle, and the finishing touch was a massive pair of spikes that shot up from his shoulder blades and though curved backwards still managed to reach as high as the base of his ears. His clothing was less spectacular; a sleeveless T-shirt and mildly baggy pants were the only clothes he wore, though a pair of belts wrapped around his upper right arm and a belt looped around his hips gave him what he felt was a cool air of carelessness. Let it never be said that being a demon grants one any kind of taste in accessories.

The party was reaching a fevered pitch that sent little waves of pins and needles through his flesh, telling him it was time to speed up the beat, and he proceeded to do just that, increasing the speed of his head thrashing to match the frantic rhythm that blasted in his earphones and out from the huge speakers that adorned the walls of the cave. The temperature raised a couple degrees as the gyrating bodies before and beneath DJ's podium/turntable generated enough energy to increase even Hell's unnatural blistering heat.

Caught up in the scorching zeal of the dance he closed his eyes to better feel the music vibrate through his bones. Feeling out his audience and making sure to switch songs when he felt their energy lowering, he was so caught up in his work that he failed to notice something that on almost any other day would have been most noteworthy. As it was he failed to sense anything besides the music until something warm and wet and rough cupped the thick vein on the underside of his wolfhood and slowly traced its way up to curl around his tip once before pulling away. Barely containing a leap of surprise, he glanced down at whatever was causing the feeling, only to see a mischievously grinning demon dragoness looking up at him. She was perhaps a little over five feet tall and hadn't had to so much as lean over to lick his cock, one of the things that he enjoyed so much about being as tall as he was. Two horns curled back like a rams from the dragoness's head, three spikes curved down from the back of her jaw, and little nubs of bone broke the skin on the back of her neck.

Dressed in a mini-skirt and a tube top that was so small it failed to even fit over the bottom of her large breasts, and so merely wrapped around her stomach, she had criss-crossed tape over her nipples more to tease whoever was looking that to actually cover anything. An ankh hung on a string around her neck but DJ seriously doubted it was anything more than a fashion accessory, and certainly not a religious item. Somehow she had sneaked up underneath his turntable and unzipped his pants without him even noticing. Since he wore no underwear, his shaft had immediately popped into the open air already hard from the soaring energy in the room and the scantily clad to unclad females who were showing literally everything off on the dance floor.

Returning her grin, he went right back to his work, flipping from one song to another and then chopping in little bits of another to add some flavor. Though the table partially hid her from his sight, it certainly didn't hide her from the rest of the room and anyone who turned to look at the DJ would see him exposed with his new acquaintance wondering just how it would be best to go about teasing him. Because of how much taller he was than her, he was also quite better endowed than would really be comfortable for her to actually take into her mouth, or anywhere else for that matter. But she was clearly an adventurous sort, having simply started going down on him without permission and without even letting him know until the last moment, and she wasn't going to let a simple matter of size discourage her. In fact, she'd always wondered what it would be like to be with one of the larger demons, but there were so very few old enough and powerful enough to have gotten that big and those there were, were commonly fought over by the opposite, or occasionally the same, gender.

Leaning forward once more she drew a small wet line up the bottom of his member with the very tip of her tongue. DJ looked exactly like he was ignoring her completely, even though he was doing everything but, and several other demons had already moved to the dance floor so they could simply watch and enjoy the show that apparently came with the party this time. Still, public sex was not uncommon and so only the more voyeuristic furs even gave it a second glance. Some didn't even notice since DJ hadn't so much as paused in his energetic blending of songs. He wasn't about to give the dragoness that satisfaction yet, she would have to work for it if she wanted everyone to see him react to her ministrations.

And work for it she did as her tongue reached the top of him once again, and she stretched her jaws wide so that she could fit her lips around the head of him. The full of his head enveloped in her mouth, she flicked her tongue forward to caress him. Swirling her tongue around his tip carefully, slow and gentle in her workings still, she breathed out through her nose and the hot air of it flowed over his sensitive member quietly and heavily, making a small tingling sensation run up his spine. But these gentle touches were only the beginning of something that they were both sure he wouldn't be able to ignore for long.

But as of yet he still kept his composure easily, scratching sections of a song expertly so that it actually seemed to be a rather lewd song when it was nothing of the sort. Perhaps that could be seen as a reaction to the tender lips and tongue of the dragoness, but it wasn't nearly enough of a reaction for her tastes. Determined to make him writhe for her, but knowing that the anticipation would only make him more receptive to her touches later she was in no hurry to force him into anything just yet. Still, she couldn't stop herself from touching the tip of her tongue to his urethra and pressing in a little bit. Because of her narrow, reptilian tongue and his large size she was able to fit a little ways into that tiny hole without pressing very hard at all and she felt a shiver run through his body. It was a small one however, and invisible to anyone in their small audience. More demon furs and one human had stopped to watch as they caught site of the little demoness going down on their DJ.

Smiling softly to himself and continuing to headbang to one of his personal favorite songs, DJ savored the feeling of the dragoness's affectionate mouth wrapped around him. The dragoness herself, once called Cherry, her name was now most often slurred into the simple Sheri, was careful to always keep her tongue moving. Moments after pushing the tip into him, she pulled it back out before sliding it under his head to play along the place where the vein disappeared into the tip. Stretching her mouth a little wider so she could slip her lengthy tongue out between her lips to curl around the underside of DJ's shaft, she let it slide several inches from her muzzle before curling it up one side of his cock. Because he was so thick she couldn't even reach the very top of him, let alone curl all the way around, but that didn't stop her from sliding the curled tongue up and down the length of him, masturbating him with that small, soft muscle.

For his part DJ was still able to focus on the music, though it was becoming increasingly difficult. It was starting to become a bit of a struggle not to react, but he kept his composure. This girl was good, even compared to some Succubi that he had slept with before. She didn't just know what to do, she knew exactly where to do it and she felt out his most sensitive spots with practiced ease. Then something happened that he absolutely did not expect and it left him clutching the turntable and gasping. Sheri, sensing a moment of relaxation and simply losing a little of her patience and succumbing to her desire for more, pushed her muzzle down his length.

Her mouth was far too small to take much more than his tip and he quickly reached the back of it. With barely a pause as he bumped against the back of her throat, she angled herself a bit better and slid his head into its tight confines. It rippled and contracted around him, clearly trying to gag on the enormous girth being pressed into it, but she suppressed her reflex savagely as she forced her way down him. Straining to take all of him, Sheri was finally forced to concede defeat several inches short of her goal and pulled her head back until DJ popped from her mouth. Gasping for air, she steadied herself by placing her hands on his thighs.

The music went on uninterrupted but few of the demons failed to notice when DJ gasped and grabbed the table to keep himself upright. Mostly they ignored it and went back to dancing, but a few grinned and leaned over to whisper something to their friends or stopped to simply watch as that small dragoness swallowed a ridiculous amount of the demon wolf's shaft.

To break the composure of a being who's measured it's lifespan in millennia is no small feat, and the dragoness couldn't help but grin widely up at DJ even as she panted in air. The musically inclined wolf narrowed his eyes down at her in a warning, but she didn't miss the smile tugging at the corners of his muzzle. Unrepentantly she slid her tongue out to lick her lips with wicked glee, impudently daring him to punish her for her actions. But she had gauged his appreciation for her skill well, and he merely snorted once before going back to his music.

Satisfied that she could do with him as she wished, even if he still thought he was the one in control, Sheri dipped her head forward to draw a long wet line from the wolf's balls to his tip again. His failure to react to her touch was unsurprising, after all he wasn't about to give her so much satisfaction again. Before he had assume her to have a moderate amount of skill and her ability to so engulf his shaft with her throat had taken him by surprise, but she wouldn't get so lucky twice. He knew the measure of her now and, though impressed, he was ready for it.

The little demoness was determined not to be forgotten so easily though and, gripping the sides of his hips firmly, she lowered her lips over the tip of him once more. Gulping wetly as she forced her jaw around the head of DJ's shaft, Sheri let the points of her teeth come to rest gently against the bottom rim of his cockhead. A dragon even before hell's influence had warped her, her teeth had once been sharp. Now they were more than sharp, small and sharp edged needles that would need very little pressure to slice right through any flesh they touched. And this was what she feared, for his massive girth was forcing her jaws so far apart that she couldn't help but feel the instinctive need to bite down. But she had come this far, and she certainly wouldn't be deterred by something as small as the risk of hurting someone else.

In her focus on going down on the larger demon and forcing herself not to bite him, she had closed her eyes to better concentrate. And so, when the backs of his fingers brushed gently over her cheek, she swallowed in surprise. Unfortunately this had the unwelcome side effect of causing her to bite down on that ripe plum of a wolf cock that filled her mouth. Yet, her jaws did not click together, and the hot taste of blood didn't burst into her mouth. In fact, from the taste and feel of that hot member which she had begun to go down on, she hadn't even pierced the skin.

A booming laugh echoed from deep within DJ, both his size and experience with shouting over his music lending the chuckle a volume that carried to every corner of the room. Surprisingly flexible, he leaned down until his muzzle was almost to her ear despite the fact that her mouth still surrounded the tip of his shaft with its moist warmth, and spoke so that only she could hear. "Silly dragon, think you that hell's influence should change only my appearance?"

The hot pulse against her tongue told her that he had felt the bite though, even if it had not hurt him. Realizing that he had actually enjoyed the feel of her teeth greatly, she wondered for a moment just what she had gotten herself into. Still, the aggressive demoness wasn't about to be deterred, even if she was surprised. Perhaps pleasantly so when she realized she needn't worry about hurting him as she had always had to with others, thus leaving her full attention focused on pleasing her newest challenge.

If she could have, she would have grinned at this revelation. Instead she shoved her way down his length until the tip of his wolfhood reached the back of her muzzle and then quickly vanished down her throat. Any watching closely would have noticed the bulge in her throat where DJ's shaft filled the tight confines of her body fully and forced them to expand to accommodate his thickness. Again wondering at the size of him, the dragoness stopped short of where she had previously reached, wanting to hold him in her mouth instead of having to so quickly pull away.

Her teeth dragged their way down his length as she took him into her gullet, but left no mark behind, and were quickly followed by her questing tongue. Still calculating to get the best reaction from him, she again wrapped her tongue around as much of his shaft as she could and started masturbating him with it even as her mouth surrounded a good half his length. Still, with how much cock she had to swallow there was little room in her mouth for her tongue to maneuver, and so wherever her tongue went it pressed into the flesh of his shaft and tightened around him.

The wolf himself was again struck by the dragoness's ability when he felt the pressure building low in his body. Knowing that it meant he wouldn't last much longer, he gave a wondering glance at the miniature demoness that was pleasuring him so thoroughly. He would have to remember her in the future, no doubt about it. But that thought was ripped from his mind as she slowly started to pull off of him. He was close, and he wasn't about to let her drag this out just so she could prove who was in control. Disregarding his music completely, he left it to simply play out the song list and reached down with both hands to grasp her horns.

Sheri knew immediately what DJ wanted and took a deep breath before thrusting her mouth down onto his shaft again. This time he didn't simply wait for her to work her wonderful magic, and instead he thrust forward. She had expected this and instead of trying to do much herself, she had simply angled herself to be able to take as much of him as possible. But still his strength surprised her and her throat contracted tightly in a half suppressed gag as every last inch of him forced its way down her throat. Her whole throat now bulged with wolfcock and she half groaned-half squealed around that hot pulse that now choked her and filled her with desire at the same time.

Desperately close now, the wolf began to thrust down the poor demoness's throat with steady and powerful movements that didn't seem to follow the beat of the song so much as the beat of the song followed it. For her part, Sheri did all she could to pleasure him even in her near-helpless position. Sliding her tongue up and down his length, she bit down on him gently, still unsure of how much it would take to hurt him; and savored the taste of the small pulses of pre that, though they burst forth deep in her throat, sometimes worked their way up to the back of her tongue.

Unable to take any more, the musical demon yanked his cock back so that only the tip filled her mouth even as splash after splash of cum exploded from him and into her. Arching his back and howling at the top of his lungs, he easily drowned out the music and every eye in the cave turned to look at the small dragoness with respect, jealousy, or lust. Sheri, of course, was oblivious to the stares and simply tried to swallow as much of the surprising amounts of cum as she could. She failed, miserably, and it splashed down over her chin to drip on her breasts. Though heavy and thick, the orgasm quickly ended and DJ slumped forward. Taking his hands from the demoness's horns, he placed them on his turntable as he gasped his way through one of the most exhaustive after-glows of his underlife.

But the diminutive reptile in front of him wasn't done yet, and she slid her mouth back over him to suck as much of his cum from his shaft as she possibly could while the rave came to a dead stop to applaud the show the two had put on.