FSE

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Dead. It happened so fast, they didn't believe it. One quick snap, and it was over. Or, so it should have been, anyways. A car they didn't see coming, probably. Didn't much matter. The smell of fire, brimstone, and other unpleasant smells wafted into his nose. It was dark, really, really dark. And some rough-feeling cloth blinded them. Chains were the next thing his mind reminded him of. They rattled as he gasped for air.

Only to find that his muzzle was gagged, too. Regardless, short, rasping coughs rolled out of his muzzle. It felt like he hadn't breathed for decades, and the lungs in his chest felt like they were going to pop. Or implode. Either was just as likely. More air just lead to more coughing, too. It was a real fit, but eventually, it calmed down.

"Hrmhlfmi?" Speaking wasn't the best idea. A once-coherent sentence turned into a warbling mess.

It frustrated them. And they pulled against the chains, only for the rough harshness of the rock to dig into their back. Pain reminded them that they still existed. But, another thing reached their ears. Tip, tap, tap, tap. Someone with claws was padding towards them. The sound got closer, and closer. The prisoner tried his best at faking sleep. But, that didn't work quite as well with a claw ripping the blindfold off.

Oh. Shit. The scaled critter filling their field-of-view was the least of their worries. This is not where they expected to end up. For as quiet as it was, there were plenty of them. People, that was. Being tortured, but ever silent. Frozen in silent, screaming terror. But, the other focused their gaze onto their own face. It was definitely a demon, or close-enough.

"Surprised at the quietness? Won't be for long." They growled.

No. No. Nonono. This had to be a mix-up. They hadn't done anything to end up here! Had always been a good guy, donating to charity and-

"Rest assured, you're in the right place. Eizel Lenorr Warrington."

But- No! His name was Eizal!

He grunted, and struggled against his restraints. They had the wrong person! The wrong guy, the wrong-

"Mmmph!"

The gag disappeared, and the scaled demon-thing shoved their muzzle into them. It was a kiss, a harsh one, but a kiss nonetheless. Eizals' eyes opened wide. What kind of Hell was this? This had to have been a mix-up, but...

"That's the look of revulsion I'd expect. There'll be more. It's torture, after all." The demon cracked a smile.

His muzzle opened, but words didn't come out. No matter how loud he tried to scream them. The other certainly wasn't an expert lip-reader either. Of course, something else spoke for him every bit as loudly. Ornamental jewelry made noise as the demon looked lower. He was big, beefy, and large. Eizals' neck strained to look past the rock he was tied to, but it wasn't happening. Regardless, those large paws roaming over him felt every bit as good as he expected them to.

"Is that a fear-boner? Or perhaps something else you didn't dare act on? Hmph." The demon grunted, squeezing his legs.

It was a strong grip, too. But, just as before, wherever the demon touched, the restraints were no more. Despite the lack of chains restraining his legs, he didn't dare resist. With a big, hunky, sexy beast looming over him... he didn't even want to. Eizal came to grips with the situation. Maybe he would play the role for now. Sure, it would get sorted out eventually, but why not have some fun while he waited? It would be a hell of a lot more than anyone else here. He was glad for the silence. Screams made for awful ambiance anyways.

"Not going to kick me? Try to resist your fate? Struggle a little bit, at least? Whatever." A momentary look of confusion flashed across the demons' muzzle.

They looked relatively dragon-like. Or, at least this one did. The only real thing marking them as a demon were the tiny wings and tell-tale spade tail. Even then, they could pass for an anthro dragon easily. Convenient, since... Well. Eizal breathed heavily. Dragons were hot. To him, at least. The chains around his wrists let a bit of slack out, letting the demon pull him lower on the altar-rock.

The rough stone made him grimace a bit. But, the strong grip still around his legs made him worry more. Surely the demon wouldn't go... that far without prep work? Would he though? Eizals thoughts ran loose. Work left him too busy to do much of anything when he was alive. A love life? Nonexistent. It didn't matter, though. One of those paws found its' way around his neck, while the other pulled him lower. His legs hung off the altar now.

"I should crush what little life you have left out of you. But, that'd be pointless. You'd be back in an instant..." He growled.

Just what had the other person done to deserve this, though? The demon hadn't mentioned a single thing yet. But whatever it was, it was enough to get him riled up. Regardless, it squeezed the fur around his neck roughly. The paw was certainly big enough for it, too. Eizal panted. This whole situation was hot, incredibly so. Both from the ambient heat, and from the fact that he was getting his wildest dreams fulfilled.

One man's hell was another man's heaven, after all. And Eizal had no doubt, the only change in ambiance from this, and a proper heaven for him, would be fewer silently-tortured people around the two.

Even then, maybe not. It was starting to grow on him. Either that, or his nose had given up on telling him all the scents surrounding him. A blush came to his cheeks as he felt a bit more warmth on his tail. Another smug grin on the demons' muzzle was enough to clue him in.

"Oh, if only I could break you... Let's put that muzzle to work first, though."

Wait, wha-? It happened in a flash, and knocked the air out of his lungs. It even knocked a bit of dust up as the demon landed atop him. He gasped for air, and that was all the demon needed. His handpaw hadn't moved an inch, but his tail restrained Eizals' legs. As if he was going to try to run away. Regardless, he wasn't expecting the large, throbbing length to be shoved straight into his throat. His captor had little care, roughly plunging his length into him, only to draw it back out immediately. It was rough, fast, and more than a bit brutal. But, it was also more than enough to set Eizals' mind alight. How many times had he fantasized about this? How many times had he been turned down after a date? His lungs burned, and so did his mind.

"Leaking pre already? Animal. It won't be getting put to use, so waste it all you like." Another growl.

Another paw grabbed the back of his head. The short, fleshy spines tickled the back of his throat, urging the need to cough. The demon played into that, though, forcing himself into Eizal, all the way down to the root. His nose betrayed him, bringing raw, masculine, and enticing scents to his mind. It was so much, and so quickly, too! The corrupt demon-meat filling his muzzle pulsed, and Eizal focused on balling up his fists. Words that the other said minutes ago reassured him. Even if he died by choking to death on this demon-thing, he'd be back momentarily. So, what was there to fear, anyways? He moved his muzzle of his own accord.

"Every bit as I expected, too. Already, you're turning into a bitch." More growling, and it made Eizal's ears flatten. So what if he enjoyed being a submissive little... bitch. As the demon put it.

His throat burned, and the reminder was banished the moment it came to his mind. More pulses, this time throwing the hot, fiery essence down his throat, and into his stomach. It came in plentiful loads, more than enough to cause him to fail to swallow it all. Thick stuff, too, and it ran down his muzzle, staining his fur. And still it came. Eizal distracted himself by staring up at the demon. Broad, sharp teeth grinned at him. It was a little intimidating.

"Grown a spine yet?"

"Grrhmmlvnert" Eizal's ears flicked as a bit of noise came out of his muzzle, despite the fleshy mawplug.

"Protest all you like. Soon this'll be going in you..."

More blood rushed to his cheeks. It was impossible to blush underneath all that fur, but sweat rolled across his figure anyways. If only the demon knew just how many fantasies he was fulfilling! Fantasies that he never really had a chance to indulge, too. Perhaps it was just his influence. Maybe it was slowly corrupting him into another, big, strong, beefy- No. That wouldn't happen. His mind chastised him. It would have been lovely, though.

The weight left his chest every bit as quickly as it came. Tan scales gripped his legs roughly. He had the grip strength of a damn giant, stronger than even his appearance would let on. Eizals' lungs filled with fresh air, or as fresh as it got in this place. The demon jizz staining his muzzle and tongue made him cough, and gasp, and sputter in turn. More than enough to distract him. Until a wet pressure prodded at his asscheek.

It didn't say a word, nor give any warnings at all. Only that sadistic grin. Though, of course, it was playing into Eizal's own desires, so he hadn't a single qualm. But, he expected it to be a lot less painful. He grit his teeth, narrowly missing his tongue. Seed on his taste buds, and an ache in his jaw reminded him of the demons signature style. Spears of pain rocketed through him, rattling his chains as he sucked air through his teeth. He wasn't a virgin anymore, that much was for sure. But did it even matter down here?

"Yessss." It hissed.

Air tasted sweet, and the pain faded a bit as he began to move. Already, he'd buried himself in Eizal, right down to the root. Spreading him open with that same rod as plugged his muzzle moments ago. Even with the pain, it wasn't that bad. Small little bolts of pleasure coursed through his veins, providing a nice counterweight to the pain. They fought for a while, alternating, but pleasure eventually won out. It was all he could do to not grin. The demon jackhammered into his ass, paws easily wrapping around his midsection.

"Ha...hrr.. agh." Eizal huffed, wind being knocked out of him with every thrust.

It was a hard, swift, fuck. And it was everything he'd imagined. And now, he didn't need to worry, either. The demon may have been trying to be an asshole, but it was only backfiring. Not that Eizal let on. A few half-hearted smacks to beefy pecs that looked like they'd been carved from granite. They felt like it, too, and Eizal almost wanted to run his paws along them...

"For someone that was straight as an arrow, you sure seem to be enjoying this a bit much..." Another flash of confusion.

He must have been catching on. But, he was already too deep in his task to stop. Neither of them wanted it to stop. And so it went. The demon plowed him like a field, and then some. Heavy, hot gusts of air washed out of his lungs as he panted. It rivaled Eizal's own, despite his size. And he wasn't the one getting railed, either.

Wet, messy sounds were the only thing breaking the silence. The scaled demon had internal balls, but that didn't make a jot of difference. Eizal could still feel the sheer heat radiating off of his hide. It was a lovely, enjoyable warmth, despite their surroundings. Hardly what he expected out of a demon, but he took what he could get. And he was certainly learning to relax and take it, too. His legs curled around the demon, urging him to push deeper. He had no more length to give, but enthusiasm he had in spades.

"Gonna have to -urrg- pass you around at thisss rate. Needy whore." Eizal bristled at him for a moment, but let it pass.

His own knot was starting to form, and the demon noticed, too. One of the large paws squeezing him like a tube of toothpaste gripped his rod. Surprisingly gently, as much as Eizal expected otherwise. Gentle, short strokes, wet pre staining his handpaws' scales. He didn't seem to mind, either, watching with eager fascination.

"How long can you hold out, toy? One hour? Two? It's been a while, despite appearances..."

Had it really been that long? Or was the demon screwing with him? It made him uncertain. It didn't much matter either way, but still added a jot of worry. But, would it really be that bad to be fucked forever by such a strong, manly, male-

"Urgh!" It was like the demon punched him in the gut, and it was clear why.

He had... grown a knot? Regardless of whether it was magic or not, the effect was clear. The thick, pulsing bulge popped into, and out of him with force. His tongue lolled out of his muzzle, and it was hard to focus. The sheer pressure on his prostate, and the stroking, and the feeling of that thick meat spreading him open. It was a lot to take in all at once. He couldn't get enough oxygen to his brain, and he could feel every heartbeat. His own, and the demons through his rod. Was this what people meant by sex bringing people even closer? It was odd, and he didn't have much spare brainpower to think more about it.

"We're going to be here a while..." He snarled, and punched home one last time.

Eizal's mind went blank. Thoughts were impossible, more so than legible, intelligent sentences. It felt like flame was being shot into his ass, and yet, it felt wildly enjoyable. Spurt after thick spurt rocketed into him, filling him up, and then some. He half-imagined a soft glow coming from his stomach. It wasn't imagined, though. Even through his unfocused eyes, he could see a soft, lava-colored glow coming from his stomach. Despite the chains around his wrists, his paws settled on his stomach, feeling the warmth through his fur and skin.

His own orgasm washed over him as the demon tugged at his knot, and stroked him. With as intimidating as the demon looked, a soft whine fell out of his muzzle. It didn't take much, either. Just a little bit of pressure, a few more strokes, and that was all. The demons' paw put pressure on his knot, and just behind it, encouraging his own knot to form, and stay that way. Thin, watery jets shot past his paws, and landed on his chest, before tapering down to a few short spurts. And they just kept coming, and coming... As if on cue, the demons' rod stopped the moment he was beginning to feel overfull.

"How I'd love to see you swell more... but alas, others may have that privilege."

Eizal went slack. The chains were gone, and his muzzle hung open. It was the best orgasm he'd ever had. Pawing off by himself didn't even compare. His paws stayed stuck to his belly, and he watched with morbid curiosity.

"Huh..." Wait a minute.

"Ready to grovel yet? Or perhaps beg for more?"

To tell the truth, or not... Honesty may have been the best policy overall, but, it was a hard choice.

"One mans' hell, is another mans' heaven, and you have the wrong-" Words caught in his throat again as the demon snapped his fingers.

"Liar. We'll see about that, but only after I introduce you to my friends."

"Hmmbtdydo!"

"Mix-ups. Don't. Happen." The demon hissed, tongue trailing across his neck.

Eizal gave up, and shrugged. So what if they didn't believe him? All that meant was that they'd torture him with things he'd enjoy... And more of them, too. Their loss, really. He couldn't stop his tail from wagging, though, or from his rod excitedly shooting a few more watery jets onto his chest.

"Hmlrghthn."

He shrugged. Perhaps he was already in his heaven. The pain didn't seem so bad when the demon dragged him across the floor. Perhaps he was. Or maybe he was in a coma. It could have been a lot of things. But, he knew one thing that his mind, body, and breeding tool all agreed on.

He didn't want this to end, not now, and not in a long, long time. If ever. The pebbly stone may have dug into his hide, but it definitely didn't stop his grin.

"One man's heaven..."

-Fin?

(This one isn't quite as late as the previous one. But, it is shorter than my usual, as well. Regardless, if you've enjoyed it, fav, comment, and vote! Thanks for reading, and maybe check out my patreon? )