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Bedeviled? Bedemoned? Does It Matter? for Taiko by Draconicon

Some days, Nor thought that the world had something against him. Sure, it never quite got him killed, but there were so many days when he just lost his memory, or got knocked out, or captured, or fondled, or transformed, or just generally 'abused' that he wondered if some great being took pleasure out of seeing him get knocked around.

This was one of those days. It happened quickly, too, as he was leaping from one large building to another. He should have been perfectly fine. After all, he was in the middle of his jump, he was headed straight towards the next building, and the rooftop he was aiming for was going down rather than going up. There was nothing that should have gone wrong when he turned his head to look around.

It all had to do with that portal opening up, he supposed as he kept falling. Usually they opened on the ground level, or out of a wall. Opening in the middle of the sky? And right next to him? Someone had it out for the mule, he just knew it.

He crossed his arms as he and the man flung through the portal continued to fall. He knew he'd survive the fall, and judging by the supernatural markings all over the stag at his side - not to mention his calm state of being - his new 'companion' would probably do the same.

"Just so I know for when we hit the ground. Did you jump through, or get thrown?"

"Me?"

"I think we're the only ones falling, so, YES!"

"No need to shout. Or, well, yes, I guess it's kind of needed. We are falling rather fast, actually, so the wind's pretty loud and -"

"Could you just answer the question?"

"Which question?"

"Whether you -"

Booooooong!

Yes, it was definitely one of those days. Regardless of whether one was a superhero or not, falling from a thirty story building and landing on your head hurt, and more than a little bit. Nor's eyes scrambled as he remained upright for a moment, then fell on his back. He saw stars, then static, and then nothing.

The mule didn't know where he was when he woke up. He didn't know who the stag was at his side, though he supposed he probably would, if he'd met him before. Red lines running down his antlers - surprisingly chipped at the tips - across the rest of his body were pretty eye catching, and if one was colorblind - as he supposed half of the heroes in Novus Ager were (wherever that was) - there was the surprisingly massive cock that hung over the stag's leg. Eighteen inches long and as soft as one could imagine.

He sat up, pressing a hand to his head. It stung, but not too badly. The mule turned his head to one side, then the other.

"So, do you live here?"

The stag suddenly jumped up, his big cock swaying around so violently that the meaty shaft almost smacked the mule in the face. His 'companion' shook his head.

"Live here? Why, that's a silly question. I don't live, nor reside, nor dwell - well, one could say dwell, I suppose. That's one of the less permanent ones. I think. Has english changed enough for that to be no longer relevant?"

"Uh...I guess not..."

"Glad to see that the...the..." The stag broke off, blinking. "Uh...word that means the meaning of different words you know?"

"Vocabulary?"

"That's the one, that's the one. Good to see that my vocabulary is still up to date."

The stag looked inordinately proud of himself, something that brought an involuntary smile to the mule's face. He shook his head, slowly getting to his feet, and aided by the stranger as he shuddered a bit.

"Oh, careful there. You did just fall pretty darn far. Either twenty or thirty stories; couldn't quite count fast enough to be sure."

"Really? I'm surprised I'm alive."

"Me too. Are you a demon?"

"I...Don't think so. Why? Are you?"

"Yeah. Looks like I kind of mecked...micked..." The stag tapped his fingers against his head. "Right, mucked. Looks like I mucked up the presentation, huh?"

"...You're being serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be? Well, I guess if people are being upset, too much seriousness can hurt, so I shouldn't always be, but -"

Pressing his hand to the stag's lips, the mule shook his head a few times, trying to process everything he'd just gone through. Apparently, he'd just fallen from a huge height and lived. He was sitting here, sleeping, next to a self-professed demon. He was in the dark somewhere...and oddly enough, didn't remember his name.

Rubbing his forehead a bit as he realized the dark was rather warm, he took his hand away from the stag's lips.

"I don't suppose you have a name?"

"Oh, that's easy. I'm Urlth. Don't ask me where we are, though; my bosses throwing me through the portal didn't tell me that. Didn't spare the silver-toed boot, either."

"Silver - oh, right, that can hurt some demons, can't it?"

"Don't tell them I told you that."

The mule nodded. He looked around. If they weren't in hell - and considering that the demon had been portaled out by his bosses, that seemed likely - then they were definitely somewhere private. Almost no light came in from anywhere, and -

Click.

• it felt a bit like being teleported. Where he picked up the feeling of being teleported, he didn't know. His memory was still fuzzy, but it was definitely there. And so was that heat. He rubbed his head again, but there was no sweat. Why was he feeling so warm?

He turned back to Urlth to ask if he knew where they were, but his eyes went a bit further down. Specifically, all the way down to the stag's cock.

While it wasn't human, it was so big that he was darn sure that it never actually went all the way back into its sheath. And if it was this big soft, he was a little afraid of what happened to the demon when he got hard. If he obeyed earth physics, he probably would die. Yet...it seemed such a waste. That thing was so big now, and so few would be able to take it.

He blinked, shaking his head. He looked up again, seeing Urlth glancing at him.

"Something wrong? You seemed to be really staring; I know it's kinda freaky, but -"

"It's just...Big."

"Yeah, some of the guys back home say that too. Usually after whacking it around and making me trip on it."

"Trip?"

"You try walking with a foot and a half of cock between your legs. Even if I was as tall as you, it wouldn't be easy. It's like a limp noodle the size of a tree branch trying to throw you off your feet."

The mule could imagine that. All too well, in some cases. He blushed as his mind filled with all sorts of images, ideas of seeing the stag walk around with that big, hefty, meaty shaft, not even erect but bigger than most of the - click - supervillains (again, not sure where the memory came from) in the city. He slowly reached down, grabbing it just under the head, and Urlth jumped. The mule immediately pulled his hand back.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"Oh, don't worry. I don't mind, it's just surprising. Usually people want to touch the other side."

"I don't know why. This thing is..." He blushed. "I don't know why I'm thinking about it like this. It's just so big, and I never wanted something like that before, but -"

"Demon."

"What?"

The stag pointed at himself.

"Demon. We tend to have corruptive auras. Spend too long around us, and sex ends up being the only thing you can think about."

The mule - Cli-ic, N-something - slowly nodded. It made sense, but he...he was finding it rather hard to care. And he had the feeling - and he didn't know why - that he could take that thing.

He slowly reached out and grabbed the demon stag's cock again, giving it a few strokes. It remained completely floppy, but he kind of expected that. His cheeks burning, he looked up again.

"Do you think you could, um, get hard?"

"Oh, you want that? That's easy!"

Urlth snapped his fingers, and the mule's hand went from below his waist to shoulder height in the space of a second. He stared at the massive length now sticking up from the stag's crotch, Urlth standing with his hands on his hips, a wide grin on his face, and a cock more than 27 inches sticking out from his groin.

"See? Told you. Easy."

"How are you...how are...how..."

Nor's mind just stopped questioning it, filing it under the label of 'Demon Mysteries' for later. He could feel his body heating up, needing it. He recognized the heat now, something so familiar that he should have grasped it right away. He grinned as he slowly guided Urlth to the ground, stroking the cock all the while.

A small part of him wondered if this was a good idea, but the memories were coming back. He was flexible. He could stretch around just about anything. And this thing...this thing, whether it was demonic corruption or just flat out an inner size queen he didn't know he had, needed to be inside him.

Nor straddled the cock, barely having to squat to bring it to his hole, and gave it a few more strokes until it was leaking. He looked back, panting already.

"How long has it been since it's been inside someone?"

"Um, is it years or centuries that are measured by 365 days?"

"That's years."

"Then 5 centuries."

"Well..."

With a grunt, Nor pushed back, taking the thick head inside of his hole. He groaned as it stretched him open, and he gradually started inching it into him. The pre helped, but most of it was down to his powers, restructuring him to take it. He looked over his shoulder again, smiling as he took the first ten inches.

"Well...you're overdue."

"And so am I!"

Nor turned around, unable to pull himself off of the thick shaft already inside of him as a lion stepped out of the shadows. He recognized the tall figure at once as Nemean, a leonine supervillain that he had fought before. He clenched his fists, ready for a fight...only to realize that wasn't what the lion wanted.

A barbed cock tapped against his cheek as the nearly-suited-up lion stopped in front of him, grinning.

"I'll have your secrets later...but for now, suck..."

Nor knew that he was just as much a victim of Urlth's corruption as the lion was, but at that point, he didn't care. He grinned, opening his mouth and sucking as he started to bounce. Maybe a little corruption was good.

Or maybe that was just his databases not quite done being booted up. He'd find out in an hour.

The End