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[b][u][center]Hurled Through Hell

Chapter 2

For Damiekinz

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Eoghann woke with a start, finding himself with his back against a tree and his legs spread out before him. As he panted for breath, the badger briefly imagined that the whole thing had been a dream, that he still had a day, perhaps more before the final page was due to be presented, but then…

Then he looked at the sky.

He had seen many colors of heaven in his days on earth, but this was the first time that he had seen the sky lit purple with green and orange dancing between stars of blue. Eoghann stared up at the light dancing in the heavens, his hands folded over his naked lap, and he knew that he was no longer on earth.

This, contrary to all other beliefs, was Hell.

The badger let his head fall, the sound of distant moans filling his ears as he remembered what had happened before the darkness took him. The Archfiends had called the pact due, and he had been sent down to one of their realms. The Circles of Hell were…

[i]Remember, remember. That’s the only chance you got. Remember.[/i]

Eoghann pushed himself to recall the various differences between what Hell really was and what the churches above declared them to be. Far from a place of punishment, they were a place of abject hedonism, though that did not make them safer or more tolerable to living minds. After all, the Circles of Hell were given to the Archfiends to rule as they saw fit, to go as far as they liked, and outsiders could commit to hedonism far more than those that were still bound to the Material Plane.

He grunted as he pushed himself to his feet, shaking his head as he remembered the naga that he had been given to. Berith, the ruler of the Circle of Curiosity. That one was not the worst of the Archfiends; there were some among their number that were outright cruel to the souls that were given to them, though again, never to the degree that the churches above taught. Haborym, in some of his phases, was particularly dangerous, and if one were to anger Marthim, there was a great chance that the dragon would go as far as crushing a soul.

Never to death, though. Discorporation, utter destruction, was something that the Archfiends avoided. Some believed that they could not destroy the holy things that were made by the ancient gods, that souls were impossible to utterly extinguish, but there were others that believed that the Archfiends simply enjoyed their games too much to ever let someone go.

Considering what he had seen so far, Eoghann was more inclined to believe that.

The badger looked around. He was surrounded by trees, dropped off somewhere inside the great forest of the Circle of Curiosity. As he racked his brains, trying to remember how the Circles abutted one another and if there was any way out, he was all the more aware of the distant moans of pleasure that filled his ears, and the sounds of other souls that were trapped with him. Were they being dragged further down, he wondered, or were they merely accepting their fate of being trapped in Hell?

Groaning under his breath, the badger focused his attention on the moment at hand. It didn’t matter if he was caught; he would find some way to deal with it. If he was trapped in the Circles, maybe, just maybe, there was a way to make a new pact with the Archfiends and find a way to hold out for a better deal.

Maybe there was something he could get out of this.

Maybe he wasn’t as helpless as he thought.

[i]What does Berith want out of this Circle?[/i]

There had been something in the books that he’d read during the forty-nine years of the pact. Between gathering pages, there had been time to visit both arcane and mystical libraries, and the badger had spent quite a few hours among far too much parchment gathering information on his patrons. He knew bits and pieces about them, some confirmed, some not, but he couldn’t remember what Berith used this Circle for.

[i]Curiosity…[/i]

Wracking his mind, he reminded himself of the seven different circles: Curiosity, Indulgence, Punishment, Luxury, Sensation, Display, and Obedience. Hardly the sort of circles the church would preach against, but –

[i]Stop. Think.[/i]

The Circles of Hell were there to push hedonism to its fullest. Any soul trapped down here without some greater power would eventually lose their sense of self and be lost completely to the pleasures that they were given. Eoghann didn’t know how long he had before Berith found him and started working him over, but he doubted that it would be long. He had to –

The soft rustle of something moving through the leaves was his only warning, and it came far too late for him to be able to do anything about it. By the time he started turning, two layers of coils had already started pulling his legs together, and by the time that he had managed to catch sight of the naga, he was pinned from the knees down.

“Nnngh…”

“Hello, little mortal…”

It was Berith, alright, and the emerald naga smiled as she – yes, she, now, with a more feminine face and nipple-less breasts – curled her coils all the tighter. She spun them, slowly wrapping him up in her lower body, dragging him further and further into helpless bondage as she swayed above him.

“Nnngh…So, you caught me…First day of seven years, I guess,” Eoghann muttered under his breath.

“Mmm, quite so, quite so, my little warlock. And quite a few wonderful days will pass, I’m sure.”

“What do you want?”

“The same thing that I want from all my followers: a new experience.”

“Mmmph…what does that – what does that mean?”

It was hard to focus with a tail brushing itself under his cock, and it was harder still as the coils of the naga slowly wrapped higher and higher. It didn’t take long before his cock was pinned against his crotch, the black flesh nudged up against the squeezing, stroking pressure of the emerald coils around him. His arms were pinned to his sides, and he huffed as the naga squeezed the air out of him for a moment.

“Mmm, isn’t it obvious?”

“Wouldn’t ask…wouldn’t ask if it was,” he grunted.

“Mmm, aren’t you a silly little morsel?”

The naga’s grip eased, and he was able to breathe again. She lifted his chin with a finger under it, holding him so he had to look her in the eye.

“Look at you. So soft, so small compared to the world. How does it feel, I wonder? To have been so great and now…so little?”

“…”

“You had a wild life, did you not?”

“…Compared to some.”

“Mmmm, compared to many. And that is why I want you here. The life of those that have lived…mmm, there’s little to compare it to, you know. There’s [i]far[/i] too little, at times, in this world below yours. And for those of us in power…why, it’s as if we never had any weaknesses to begin with. Hardly the sort of life that would beget interesting experiences, wouldn’t you say?”

“I don’t…don’t understand…”

“You don’t need to. After all, you are in my Circle now, and that means that you are in my power. And in my power…there is nothing that you need to do, but obey.”

She leaned in, kissing his lips. The touch of her scaly face was…different. It wasn’t the first time that he had been with a reptile, but she was bigger than him in every way. Though her upper half, the part of her from the waist-up was vaguely the size of another anthro, it was still taller than him by some way, and her hooded face was much bigger than that of his usual lovers. She probably could have pulled his muzzle past her lips and held half of his face in her mouth, if she wanted.

And the feel of her fangs as they kissed…a shiver ran down his spine as he had the reminder of how powerful she was, and how easily she could handle him if he fought her. There was no fighting the Archfiends without more power than he could ever get again, and he had to remember that.

As she adjusted him around, parting some of her lower coils, her hands were busy. They stroked along either side of his face, almost like they were massaging his head. It was…oddly relaxing, but at the same time, disturbing, like she was prodding around for something. Eoghann shook his head, fighting a sudden surge of tiredness.

“You…I…”

Words. He had to find the right words. He wanted to make another pact, something that would give him the power to at least hold onto himself in the Hells. If he could just –

“Look me in the eyes, little badger,” Berith said, her lips parting and her forked tongue emerging. “Look into my eyes, and let me spend a little time in your shoes.”

Before he could ask what that even meant, the naga pressed her hands to his head, and his cock to her pussy, and –

#

[i]He groaned, his cock sliding into a hole in the wall. Something wet, something warm sucked on him from the other side. A tongue so talented dragged its way along his cock and down to his balls, all but gobbling them as a padded, furred hand grabbed hold of his dick afterward. Stroke, stroke, stroke, keeping him hard while that tongue worked his balls like nothing he had ever felt before –[/i]

What? What was happening? It almost felt like –

[i]He grunted, thrusting his hips against the wall, his belly smacking against the hard surface before he leaned his head against it.

“Fuck…fuck, that’s…mmmph, never thought a blowjob would feel…fuck, this good…”[/i]

That was his voice. But he wasn’t trying to talk. And yet he could feel everything that was happening. It was –

[i]Thrust, thrust, thrust. The mouth was back over his cock, sucking him, and he was bucking his hips like a virgin boy, barely able to hold back the pleasure that was already rippling up and down his spine.

The room filled in around him. The bed in the inn, way back at the corner, next to the famous wall of pleasure. Thrust, thrust, thrust, the soft gulping on the other side confirming that the slut that was sucking him off was getting into it. There was something wet, too, something else that was slick and sliding in and out.

Was the slut fingering themselves to the taste of his cock and balls? That was hot.[/i]

Eoghann could remember this. It had been the first sexual experience that he’d ever had. He’d gone to an inn on the edge of town, one famous for having a few ‘special’ rooms where certain sex workers or desperate perverts would set up shop to suck cock or even more during the night, and the customers of the inn would get some pleasure if they were willing to pay a slight premium for the room.

He'd saved up for weeks, wanting to know how it felt, but he’d forgotten how good it was, how vivid –

[i]The badger moaned, feeling like the person on the other side was sucking his soul out through his cock. It was a forked tongue, he realized, the little tips working their way from the bottom of his cock to the tip and tickling just under his foreskin. The feeling of it working over the head, making him feel so good, was keeping him right on the edge.

He bit his lips, holding himself back from blowing his load right then and there, but it was all that he could manage. All those fantasies about saying something to the person on the other side, all those thoughts he’d had about what he’d do when he finally got his dick sucked, were gone. All that remained was the gibbering mess of pleasure that wanted to let loose and just cum right then and there.

He punched the wall, his balls hanging over the lip of the hole, his cock twitching like mad. Once more, that tongue worked his balls over, teasing them, coiling around them for a moment, dragging them into a mouth and sucking on them. That teasing hand – were there two of them in there, one reptile and one mammal? It was hard to tell, but fuck it felt good. His eyes were rolling back in their sockets –[/i]

Eoghann tried to pull back, but his body wouldn’t respond. He tried to thrust, to pull some of the tricks he’d learned since, but no. His body wouldn’t move.

This was memory. He couldn’t change memory. He could only relive it, and this time, he was reliving it as if it was the first time all over again.

[i]Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

“NNNNGH!”

And then it was done. That first time of getting off from someone else’s touch hit him like an avalanche. He slumped against the wall, the soft titters of the experienced people on the other side of the hole making him blush as he knew that they were chuckling at him for being so quick.

But the pleasure was still there. The insane bliss that came with his release washed over him, and he just sagged down, down, down as the pleasure washed over him. His cock finally slipped out of the hole in the wall, and he slumped to the floor.

“Good time, kid?” someone called through the hole.

“Mmmph…”

“Heh, come back next week. We’ll happily do this again…”[/i]

#

[i]The barmaid tittered, another badger, but older than him. A little older, not so much older that it would have been weird, but old enough to be experienced and willing to give him a lesson. That was good.[/i]

Oh gods. Eoghann watched through his eyes as he was taken up the stairs. Not of the same inn as the last time, but one that was one town over. He remembered that day. Two weeks before he had begun his studies in magic, two weeks before he left town proper to make a name for himself. He’d wanted to leave the town ‘a man,’ and he had gone to her to make it happen. He still remembered her name –

[i]Bridgitte. Her name was Bridgitte, and she had the best tits. They bounced up and down in front of him as she backed into the room, giggling at him and at herself as she undid the ties of his pants. She was still working them loose as he worked the top of her dress ties, dragging them undone at the back of her neck.

His pants and her dress hit the floor at the same time. The door was mostly shut, but neither of them cared.

“Take me,” she whispered.

“Can I –”

“In the ass.”

“Fuck…”

She turned around and laid down, her breasts touching the bed first. She had been a little older in the front, with some wrinkles around her face and down along the top of her breasts, but from behind…[/i]

So many people that he had fucked later. So many that he had enjoyed. He’d never thought of Bridgitte in the last twenty years, had almost forgotten that she existed before this, but this older him –

[i]That ass was everything. The badger growled, a heat running through him that was unmatched by anything that he had enjoyed in the years before. Not even his anticipation for the gloryhole had been anything to compare to this.

He grabbed her ass, the softness so new, the feeling of her cheeks so intense against his hands. He spread her wide, looked at her holes, and grinned.

Wet pussy.

Clenching ass.

They were both well-used, but he didn’t care. He knew some girls got that way, but it didn’t matter that he was getting someone that had already had other lovers. Just meant that she knew what she was doing. She flicked her tail, and he climbed on top of her.

There was a soft grunt as he slipped into her ass. Not much, just a little huff from her –[/i]

She hadn’t been ready for it. No lube, no anything, but she was experienced enough to pretend. That little fact slipped into his head, only to be pushed out by –

[i]Tight. So fucking tight. Better and hotter than anything that he had ever felt before. Was there anything better than anal? He didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure if he would ever care if there was. This...this was something else.

Eoghann couldn’t help himself. The badger started thrusting right off the bat, pinning her down to the bed and slamming in again, and again, and again. Each time that his hips slapped off of her ass, each time that he felt her jiggling under him, his cock got harder. He swore that it was the hardest that he’d ever been.[/i]

It had been. He hadn’t been that hard again until…well, years later, when he started experimenting – thinking was hard –

[i]In, out, in, out. He was a stud, a young man in his prime, and there was no way that he was going to hold back with permission to go all out. Bridgitte backed her ass up against his crotch, helping to sink him in again and again, and he moaned for her. His hands went around her chest, grabbing at her chest.

He didn’t know what he was doing. She didn’t seem to care.

The clenching, sucking feeling around his cock every time he pumped between her cheeks and up her ass was only getting better. He moaned, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he gasped again, again, again, each time feeling how much she was pulling out of him. His mouth worked soundlessly, and his toes curled against the bedsheets.

He slammed her down against the mattress, pinning her there as he fucked from base to tip. Each thrust took the entirety of his cock to make it happen, but the bed rocked beneath them, the headboard slapping against the wall, the air filled with the sound of wet slurping, wet fucking.[/i]

Eoghann rode the feeling, his mind reeling at the sheer rawness of the whole thing. He remembered better lovers in his future, better people that were more there, but he was sure that there had never been a better one than Bridgitte. Not for anything special she did, but from the time of his life. The moment, the utter embarrassment and pleasure of being so driven and allowed to do what he wanted that he just did this.

Fucked.

Her.

Ass.

[i]In, out, in, out, picking up speed, his balls wetted by her pussy every time that he plunged in up to the hilt again. Her moans made it better, sped him up. He believed that he was the best Bridgitte had ever had. He was convinced that there was nobody else as good for her as he was, and there was a pride in that utter conviction. She would never have another lover as good as he was, and he was leaving in a few weeks to see the world, and she would remember him for as long as she lived and –

And then he was cumming.

Deep inside.

Filling her.

The badger moaned loud, shamelessly, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he flooded the older barmaid’s asshole. He could feel every squelch of his seed going in, every little squirt that ran through his shaft and rippled through her. The other badger moaned with him, her asshole clenching tight around him, and he shivered with raw pleasure and contentment, knowing he’d been good enough to get her off in the ‘wrong’ hole.[/i]

#

[i]Dick.

Dick.

Dick.

Balls.

Dick.

They came again and again. The flicker of the touch of alley-stones under his knees, then wet grass, then the rope-burn of hemp against his wrists as someone pushed him down and fucked his face.[/i]

How many – how many cocks had he sucked in his –

[i]Balls in his mouth. Some bandit that had knocked him down and was straddling his face, teabagging him, making him gargle around those orbs to be allowed upright again.

Then on his knees at a gloryhole, making money, getting a desperate few gold so that he could afford a room for the night. His lips sealed around the bulging end of a horse cock, something that he could barely take into his muzzle –

Then another horse cock, years later, one that was so easily slid into his throat. The bulge was a nice feeling in his neck, something that he took further down –

The knot behind his teeth, the knot holding his mouth open and keeping him from pulling away. The wolf bastard had been so keen to keep him under a desk in order to get the page that time –[/i]

Eoghann’s head spun round and round as he was thrown from one memory of cock to another, his mouth feeling every cock like it was the first time all over again. The taste of flesh and musk and cock and saltiness and the pre-cum and the cum that followed rammed down his throat again and again. The memories before this had done nothing to do it justice; every time it was just as fresh as it had been in the moment, and he remembered why everything felt so pale compared to the moment that it happened in.

He understood, now, why he always thought that the latest one was the best one.

It was because the best sex was always the one that was happening right then, right there. The raw physicality of it overwhelmed anything that he remembered from the other times, and that meant that even if it wasn’t very good, it was still better than just remembering sex.

[i]Sucking.

Licking.

Deepthroating.

He got good at it. He learned how to swallow dick from any angle, how to suck on the head and how to tease it against the roof of his mouth. Eoghann moaned around cocks that he craved, and silently sucked on those that he was just playing with to bribe its owner.

Suck.

Swallow.

Tease.[/i]

“Please…”

[i]The whispered plea went nowhere; the cocks kept coming, from various species, in various shapes. And he kept sucking them, remembering the hundreds that had come his way over forty-nine years, and before that, and how he had learned what he liked and what he didn’t like.

There was more. There would always be more. There was not a man in the world that didn’t like his dick in someone’s mouth, and whether Eoghann did it for pleasure or for pay, he’d never lack for partners.[/i]

#

[i]Asses.[/i]

Eoghann groaned as he felt another shift. The brothels, the road-side hostels, the random encounters in forests and caves and over an altar to a dark god –

[i]The horse that he had defeated, who had begged for his life once the warlock had managed to strip him of his powers and his followers, shivered as he pushed his ass back toward the other man. Eoghann grinned, spanking the broad rump of the formerly proud stallion, enjoying the way that the cheeks rippled, pulling in every time that he pushed in and parting for him every time that he pulled back.

In, out, in, out, his cock sinking into a practiced hole, and he could feel each and every clench. The tease of that hole, the way that it showed itself off, was the same as he had learned to enjoy from every other horse in his travel. The best of asses.[/i]

Flicker.

[i]In the brothel with a polar bear, pinning the fat-assed, white-furred barbarian down to the bed. Those cheeks spread for him as he held him in a mating press, using him again, again, again, his balls slapping off those fat cheeks. The bear was bigger than him, despite teasing about how big badgers were only minutes ago.

“Take it, you bitch,” Eoghann growled, slamming his cock in and holding it deep. “Take it and admit where you bears belong.”

“Nnngh…fuck…”

“Ain’t no fat-ass in the room but you.”

“Ah…nnngh…please…”

“Please, what, huh?”

“Keep going…please…”

The badger smirked, pulling his hips back and doing just that, feeling the bear’s hole swallowing him again and again into that warm embrace. Bears were the best.[/i]

Flicker.

[i]In prison, the rat that had been his cellmate and had been thinking Eoghann would be the fresh meat for the rest of the group had found out how wrong he was. The rat’s chains clattered and clicked overhead and between his legs as the badger pinned him to the ground, rutting his ass right there for all the guards and the other prisoners to see.

As his balls slapped against those fat cheeks, against that round rump, he grinned. Rats really were the best.[/i]

#

[i]A soft hiss, the clatter of hangers, the shifting of clothes.[/i]

He’d almost forgotten about this one.

[i]The touch of a feminine hand to his arm.

“Quiet…My husband can’t find out, but you deserve this…”[/i]

He remembered this one now. The time after saving a village. The mayor had promised him one of the pages that he had been looking for, and he’d felt like he had the time to spare to deliver on saving some people. He’d done it, cleared out the elementals that were causing problems, but then –

[i]She turned him around, leaning his hands against the closet door. Then she bent down, her fingers trailing along his sides, then to his pants, undoing the ties.

When his pants hit the floor, her fingers found his cheeks. She parted them, her breath hot against his asshole. He was half-sure that he heard her moan. He told himself she had.[/i]

It was the first time. First time that he had done something with someone else’s partner, but not the last. Not even the last time with the rat woman in the closet. She had been there, waiting for him, wanting him, every time that he came through the village after that. He didn’t know what she’d told her husband, but she was there, wanting more of the badger touch. No, more of –

[i]She licked his hole, and then dug in. The feeling of her narrow muzzle between his cheeks was intense, so much more than he’d thought. He’d fucked so many, but he’d never had someone really dig in like this.

And a married woman, to boot. Eating his ass.

He groaned, biting his lips as she worked her tongue in, pushing past his rim and into his asshole. She fucked him with it, teasing him, working him open with each successive lap. When she pulled her tongue back, tracing his hole instead, he loved that, too. Whatever she happened to be doing at any given time was what he loved the most, and whenever she changed to something else, he decided that it had to be better.

Her hands gripped his cheeks like they were the most important thing in the world, and Eoghann growled and moaned, whimpered and huffed as she devoured his ass. The way that she went for it, sucking on his hole and kissing down his taint before going back to feasting, was completely against type for what she had been. He didn’t know what she had been before marrying the mayor, but this…

This was a beast.

Lick.

Suck.

She jabbed her tongue inside of him again, wiggling it around, and his cock jumped in front of him. As it spat pre-cum on the closet door, he could only imagine what the mayor would say if he saw the badger like this. Hero of the village, with the mayor’s wife nose-deep in his ass. Oh, god, the things that would be said.

And oh, how hot it would be.

Eoghann pushed back, allowing her deeper, pulling his cheeks apart for her. She went for it further, the rat dragging her tongue along his hole, pulling at the rim, teasing his pucker before tasting him again.

He was getting closer…closer…closer…[/i]

#

“NNNNGH!”

And then he was cumming for real. His body was wracked with pleasure, his muscles sore from the naga’s tight embrace as Berith pinned him between her coils. His cock was buried in a pussy that he hadn’t even realized she had, one that was located just beneath her anthro upper body, one that was squeezing and fluttering around his cock in turn as he filled her to the brim just as he had done to so many others over the course of his life.

From the feeling of all the slime oozing out of her, he must have been doing that with every memory that she drew from him. The emerald snake panted softly as she looked down at him, her face lit up with pleasure and bliss. For a moment, she didn’t even look particularly like a denizen of Hell, let alone one of the rulers.

That moment passed quickly as she stroked his cheek with one delicate finger, shaking her head as she looked into his eyes. She groomed his fur out of his face, chuckling under her breath.

“Mmmm, you most certainly have lived an interesting life, little mortal. Certainly, you’ve lived a more interesting one than some. And you learned what you liked, what you wanted…and oh, the things you have done that would make others blush to hear. I see that the mayor never found out about his wife’s infidelities with you, hmmmmmm?”

“…No…”

“Such a little demon in bed you were.” She licked her lips. “But you have fed me, for now. And with a meal such as I had hoped to cultivate. You deserve some small reward for that, I feel. And I know just what you should have.”

“Nngh…”

“My realm of curiosity abounds with new experiences. Every life, different. Each act, experienced in a new way. Each person, with a different viewpoint. Let me show you what else there is to life, little mortal morsel. Let me show you what else there is in my realm to experience, and to treasure…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Well, time for the first part of the first ring. Time for Eoghann to find out where he’s landed.

Tags: M/F, M/M, Naga, Badger, Rat, Horse, Various Species, Rimming, Anal, Vaginal, Memory, Old Times, Orgasm, Cum, Gloryhole, Oral, Fellatio, Size Difference, Montage, Magic, Demon, Devil, Archfiend,