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Hell of a Good Time

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by JarWha

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Osirius grunted, the demon's hissing, serpentine tail swinging back and forth from the block of concrete that he was perched upon, looking out over the city. Of course, the sky burned its usual sickly red, though Osirius had been in the Pride ring for so many years already that he thought it would be strange to see it as anything else, though he knew that other rings had different skies and topographies to the land. One Hellscape, he was sure, was much like any other, his eyes gleaming quietly as he sat and looked out over skyscrapers and lost lives that had no matter or importance in Hell. It was soothing, in a way, to be so high up, open to the elements as a warm breeze caressed what parts of his fur were exposed.

The demon was an interesting one, a Sinner who had been spliced with a demon, becoming a hybrid demon. Of course, he just looked like a demon with a chimera appearance to anyone that looked at him, with his huge, curled, ram-like horns, the black curl of them tipped with red, the small set of horns closer to the top of his goat-like head positioned more to the front, more upright with a gentle undulation. With a fearsome pair of black wings, feather-like in their appearance, he was a sight to be seen at his usual job in the bakery, though he was particularly good at making sure that ruffians kept their scraps out of the business. With his hissing serpent tail, seething back and forth, cloven hooves and a look on his face enough to send a Sinner to double Hell, he generally kept the peace and kept himself to himself. As much as any fool could in Hell, that was.

And that was exactly what Osirius was trying to do right there and then, the demon perched atop an old building, half-demolished, but it was probably from a gang fight or something like that, something that was half-done, like so much in Hell. It was only the clip-clop of imp hooves, cloven, of course, that drew his attention back to the present moment, raising his head, though he barely reacted.

Of course, it was Zellia, an imp who was a little taller than most, though still a good bit shorter than he was. Her white hair was pushed back from her face, dropping to her shoulders, a little damp where she must have been wearing a helm for guard duty, though her hair matched her pupils. Like many imps, she bore scars in white, her body revealing where she had been more than a little clumsy in the past, though most of her scars had been come upon during her work. Wearing her armour, she was a familiar sight, a high-ranking imp with a cocky grin and tilt to her head.

"What's got you all worked up, snakey?" She teased, hopping up beside him as if they were old friends - which they were, though perhaps not in that familiar kind of way. "You've always got this look on you, glowering. Is that a Sinner thing? Damn, wouldn't want to be you!"

Osirius ignored her, not even doing Zellia the grace of looking at her as he rolled his eyes, glancing back out over the city. Not dissuaded, she swung her tail, brushing his snake, though it didn't have the desired effect.

"Why are you sitting all by yourself out here?"

He grunted.

"I like the view."

Short and to the point: ah, typical Osirius. He wouldn't be gotten out of anything that he didn't want to give up. Zellia leaned back on her hands and hummed lightly.

"Hm... It is rather nice. Can see most of the city up here. Even the sky. You don't often see that without half-scrapped skyscrapers and crap getting in the way."

At least she understood when he needed some quiet time, even if the imp was not willing to give the demon space at that moment. Red stars gleamed in the sky above and the demonic moon, settling at the cusp of the day, when the night took hold. It was almost peaceful there, but, of course, Zellia's tongue pushed her to push him again, too soon.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she gave him the side-eye.

"Was work that bad, huh?"

He blinked, turning to her.

"What are you talking about?"

Zellia swung her hooves, humming to herself again.

"Oh, only that you always isolate yourself away in a weird old dump like this when you're pissed. So, spill."

Osirius ground his teeth together. Why did she have to read him so well? He was only reluctant friends with her, though friends of any kind were hard to come by down in Hell.

"Am I that obvious?" He said, stalling, brushing her off.

Zellia laughed, the sound echoing through the abandoned building.

"Of course, basically you're holding a giant, neon flashing sign saying, hey, I've had the shittiest day of all shit days!"

That, at least, had Osirius rumbling an unwanted chuckle, despite everything, shaking his head at her. She was always, in some way, able to break him out of his moping, his snake tail lifting its head, dancing back and forth with its black tongue flickering in and out of its mouth. That thing had a mind, quite literally, of its own.

Yet, even though she might have lifted his mood a fraction, that was not enough for Zellia. Sure, she liked the weird demon well enough, but there was an arrangement of sorts between them, a bit of light-hearted fun that was never quite what it seemed. Clicking her tongue impatiently against the roof of her mouth, she glanced back and forth, tapping her hoof on the concrete out of sheer boredom. She always needed something to do and, honestly, Osirius was being a total bore.

His shirt that day read, "bite me", scrawled across his chest in cursive font. The imp's lips quirked.

Might as well distract the poor soul...and take him up on his little offer - hah!

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"I can certainly do that..." She purred, tail flicking back and forth.

The demon cast her a strange look, not understanding.

"What are you talking about? I didn't say anything."

Grinning, Zellia stood, pointing to his shirt.

"Bite me! What else is that supposed to mean? Or are you not down with the kids and their slang these days, old man?"

Osirius grumbled and shook his head, though his mood was, admittedly, not as sour as it had been only a few minutes ago. A smirk pulled at his lips.

"Trust me, that's not what it means. It's just a shirt, it doesn't mean anything except to cover my torso. You read too much into things, Zellia."

She growled, tail lashing as she showed her fangs, though the play back and forth left no one sure of which meaning of the phrase either was referring to. Not that it mattered, Zellia being the kind of imp who knew how to get her way, one way or another, especially when it came to Osirius.

"Well, I can always bite ya in a way that you'll like even more than sinking my teeth into you, Osirius..."

She purred, closing the distance between them, her arms around his neck, draped against him as the demon flinched, reluctance lining his body.

"I doubt that will help," the demon growled, though he noticeably didn't push her off either. "Do you only think of one thing, Zellia? Satan's tits..."

The head of his tail, however, had its eyes locked onto the imp, tongue flickering, eyes gleaming with sharp-minded intelligence. As if to say that it would, actually, in fact, help out Osirius very much, the snake tail nodded its head. Zellia even swore its lips quirked up in a smile.

Well, if that wasn't permission, she didn't know what else ever could be! She smirked, rolling her hips up against him, lips on his cheek, kissing and nipping playfully down the line of his jaw, right up to that sensitive spot on his neck that she knew Osirius loved. The demon just had to be warmed up a little first of all. He'd always been like that, but what good was a long-time fuck-buddy if one didn't get to know their little quirks and all?

"You don't have to move a muscle, snakey," she purred, the undulating twist and curve of her tail giving away her motives, what she was thinking. "I'll take care of aaaaaall the work, 'kay? Doesn't that sound nice?"

She stepped back, swaying her hips suggestively, emboldened by the fact that the demon's eyes were, indeed, on her, watching her every move. Sliding down the armour on her lower half, tied at the joints with leather made from the hide of some Hell beast or the other, she revealed her red legs to him, the skin typical of imps though it was a sharper, more stringent shade than some, catching the eye. However, Zellia left the chest pieces in place, covering her breasts and shoulders and down to her ribcage, chuckling throatily as she shot him a look, her black horns tilted at a jaunty angle.

"Think I'll leave these on," she cooed, poking him in the thigh with her tail. "This way... Well, you're always so funny about having protection and all that! I mean, who even cares about protection in Hell?"

It was a joke, of course, though not a very good one. But it was one that she knew would get his lips quirking up in a smirk that Osirius could neither hide nor hold back, his tail swinging back and forth, the snake's interest in Zellia impossible to conceal. Not that Osirius was trying all that hard, but neither was the demon trying to be turned on either.

"Yeah, sure," he scoffed through a half-hearted laugh. "That'll sure as Hell keep you safe."

But it got him moving, going along with her a little more, a little thickness swelling in his black trousers, the weight of the day shifting, a little, from his shoulders. Of course, Zellia was not wearing any undergarments either, comfortable in her nudity (even if partial) before him, the tucked-up folds of her pussy drawing his eye between her legs. She was not wet yet, not that he could see or smell with his twitch goat-like nose, but she would be very soon. He only knew that because they'd fucked so many times.

Well, there was no sense in pushing back if Zellia had something in mind... With a grin and a shake of his head, he took off his black jeans and underwear, his cock softly plump - not even half-hard but certainly reacting to something. There was no getting out of sex by then, not that Osirius tried hard, either way, licking his lips a little as he sat back down, the cool of the concrete seeping into him, though it was swiftly warmed by his hide. His cloven hooves spread apart a little, tail lashing, curious to see just what the imp had in mind.

It took Zellia no more than a breath to dive between his legs, her hands on his cock, stroking, teasing, rubbing him from base to tip in a way that had a delicious shiver running through him.

"Ohhh, I knew you didn't want to turn me down," she growled, showing her teeth again in a feral grin, eyes alight with need. "Mmph, snakey-boi, you shouldn't have held off for so long, sheesh, you're always such a twice-damned tease!"

She couldn't be that frustrated at Osirius though, not now that she got his cock where she wanted it, nuzzling into it down to his sack, though she was more interested in the hot pole. Watching his reactions, she ran her tongue up, lapping gently, letting sensation build, swirling her tongue around the tip as she drew him warmly into her mouth.

Against himself, the demon grunted, her tricks working like a charm on him, tension even slipping from his shoulders. Tipping her head back, his cock springing wetly free from her lips, the imp shot him a look.

"Thought it wasn't going to help, hm?" She teased.

Osirius ignored her, not needing to respond as he huffed and looked away, his hands going back behind his head. His cock hardened under her continued attention, the demon's eyes half-closed, letting his shaft throb to full hardness, a tiny smear of pre-cum at the tip, though he was not quite so horny that he would drip like some demons. He always had to be warmed up first and her small hands more than did the trick for him.

Zellia didn't need to ask for further permission as she climbed into his lap, facing away from him, the head of his cock poised at her pussy. He was much larger than she was, but she knew already that she could take him, bearing down, taking his shaft, slowly and surely, into her pussy with short, firm pushes, legs quivering as that familiar cock stretched out her pussy. As she wedged him into her sex, her head swam, head tipping back, though Osirius quickly blocked her horns from poking him.

"Mmmph, yeah, baby..." She moaned, as lewd as always. "That's the stuff!"

Wrapping her tail around his thigh, she tightened her grip, riding his cock, rising and falling a few times with the delectably tight fit to get most of him inside her. There was a visible bulge from his shaft in the front of her lower abdomen, though that was to be expected and, heck, when it didn't hurt her Zellia was all for it! What was the point in holding back from pleasure, after all, when there was so much of it to take in sex? It was one of the good things that they had left for themselves down there in Hell, after all...

The demon grunted, trying not to react too much, but Zellia had such a way about her that Osirius couldn't help himself, wanting to thrust even as he let her take her fill of him. Her snatch was so tight that he'd thought he was going to split her open the first time they fucked, but the imp had taken him like a pro, not so much a size queen but someone who rather liked a challenge.

"Yes... I love being so full!"

She openly moaned, not making a pretence of anything, genuinely enticed to ride his cock. The size, the thickness, how it pushed up so deep inside her... It was all exactly what the imp liked, what she craved, wanting it, pushing herself a little further every time, as if she thought she could get all the way down to the very base of his shaft. She was practically there already, the demon grunting, his hand reluctantly on her hip, though she knew that he loved it. He just was a rather strange demon, but who cared about something like that as long as they both got what they needed?

Tipping forward, she gripped his legs, her hooves on either side of his thighs as she crouched to ride him. But she needed the balance as the demon guided her, her groans growing even louder. Osirius struggled not to roll his eyes - she was too loud, obnoxiously so, so much so that she should have belonged in the Lust Ring. But he couldn't help groaning deeply along with her either, lust building inside him, his cock throbbing, aching, need coursing through him. He was not the best at taking care of his personal needs, not even able to remember the last time he had done anything sexually. Fuck, it had probably been with Zellia that time too. He really was predictable... But it was not as if he was holding out for her either.

The slight bulge of her abdomen was intoxicating too, showing Osirius just how full she was, how small she was compared to him, though it didn't always feel like that when she was taking the leading role. It was not so much domination but more like her getting what she wanted from him, taking the lead, taking him along for the ride. It was what worked for them and, really, who was to question that, especially as a growl rumbled in his throat, pre-cum pulsing from his cock while his need grew and grew.

He panted harshly, aware that Zellia was speaking, though there was still more of his cock to go, a couple of inches outside her pussy that she was clearly itching to take. They'd done it a few times before, but Osirius could not even hold onto her hip anymore with such need coursing through, pump after pump, digging his short claws into the concrete and raking them through with a grating, churning sound. Zellia groaned, arching her back to shove her backside back against him a little more desperately, but otherwise did not comment on the outward display of his need.

The demon's mind could not be anywhere else but on the tightness of her snatch around him, gripping the concrete, trying not to shatter it too much, simply so that they had somewhere left to sit. Zellia grunted, riding him more fervently, tail sliding free only to tease up and against his neck, the pointed tip wiggling at his cheek. Osirius snapped at it half-heartedly, but she was only teasing him, as she always was, taking her tail and winding it around his waist instead so that she could pull herself down onto his cock even harder.

She grunted, rolling her head back, needing it, the ache within her loins requiring satisfaction, though Zellia knew that she did not need to press her fingers to her clit to get there - not when she had such a big prick to satisfy her. If the imp was going to take a cock like Osirius', she wasn't going to waste time on anything that she could get elsewhere, tail squeezing him, grinding down.

Osirius groaned and her ears perked up, smirking as she glanced back at him, making sure she put that little arch into her lower back and a tilt to her hips that drove Osirius wild.

"I know you're getting close," she panted, though she wasn't much better, not as his cock filled her so perfectly, pushed all the way up against her innermost barrier. "Unff... When you give those...little...cute...mmmm...groans. You're a dead giveaway."

His tail laughed, hissing through its fangs, though Osirius did not, barely sparing it a reproachful look for giving his true feelings away. That thing was a pain, but he couldn't even think of chopping it off, not even after his DNA had been recently spliced... Who even knew what he really was, but what Osirius did know was that he had a need in him, growling through his teeth to the snake.

"Shut it..."

Zellia laughed.

"Oh, you should, mmph, be thankful for it. It always tells me what you're really thinking. You think you're so hard to read...unff...but I always know what you really need!"

She ground down, clenching her teeth, tail vibrating even where it squeezed around him, though she needed it, so close, Zellia lost in the moment. It could have been as if they were not really in Hell, right there and then, though they needed it and there was no denying that that was where they would spend their lives - whether it was a life or an afterlife was debatable in Osirius' case. No one cared, so they could fuck as long as they wanted and no bad would come of it, no consequences that no one else was dealing with down there. Even the Hellborn had a hard time of it, because, after all, it was Hell: nothing was ever going to change that.

The demon tried with all his might to hold back for as long as he possibly could, though Zellia had other thoughts in mind, bearing down hard enough that her cervix had to give up. With a deep grunt that didn't sound as if it should ever have come from even her coarse, crude lips, she forced the last couple of inches of his dick inside her, shoving his cock tip into her womb.

"Ooooohhh!"

She let out a delighted squeal as she gripped his lap, fumbling, sinking her fingers into any purchase she could get, writhing and squirming in his lap, though she was not there in the moment. Not in any way, at least, that was not derived purely from sensation as she humped and bucked shortly, not wanting to draw the demon's dick out of her womb while she climaxed on his pole.

Orgasm swelled within her, a brutal, pounding force that she delighted in, ignoring the vulnerability - that could fuck off right down to double Hell, thank you very much. But it was a moment she needed, ecstasy coursing through her like the beat of a heart, only much more powerful, aching and throbbing, wave after wave taking her away.

It would have been crude to expect Osirius to not tip over the edge with her, her tail tightening even more around him, though the pointed tip twitched back and forth, the demon bellowing as he let free his load. It was not a moment that Osirius was in control of either and neither did either demon or imp need to be, not as he thrust and growled, ragged with snatched breaths, sweating through his fur under his arms and from the glands around his groin, long, hot ropes of cum filling her.

He snarled, eyes blazing crimson, demonic energy throbbing inside him, though it was all directed down the line of his cock, cum flooding his partner, filling her up to the brim and more. There was no space, not even with her womb opened up for him, for it all to go, slopping and squelching lewdly back down the length of his cock, cum drooling thickly from her as it bubbled from her pussy, the point at which their bodies joined.

"Unnff... Fuck, yeah..."

Zellia rocked back against him, trusting the demon to support her, even though she'd said she'd do all the work, his hand back in place at her hip, steadying her. Slowly, she bore down, sitting in his lap completely, letting his cock stay right where it belonged while she took every drop of seed that he was willing to give, savouring their joint highs.

Settled there, they rode out their climaxes, tingling down from a furtive burst of a high, seed spilling from the imp as she squirmed in his lap. Only when his cock had eased a little of the pressure inside her, not as hard as it had once been, did she wriggle her hips, getting her hooves back under her to stand.

"So..." She grinned back at him as his cock softened, easing from her stretched pussy in a spill of cum. "How are we feeling now, grumpy?"

Snorting, Osirius rolled his eyes and swatted her arse with his hand. She yelped as the flat of it connected with her backside, another slop of cum drooling messily from her, though the slap was nowhere near hard enough to hurt. A grin spread across her face, showing her teeth.

"Much better," he acquiesced, though it was muttered at best: the best she was going to get from him. "Ready for round two. I'm still pissed off about work. You sure you're not a succubus, what with the way you act?"

Zellia scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Puh-lease, I'm better than one of those dick-sucking cock-milking demons any day. And happy to help out, grumpy! You know you only have to ask! Or, as usual, let me do all the work and get you in the mood to realise that it's what you really wanted all along!"

She smirked, grinding her wet pussy down onto his cock and the snappy retort he'd been ready to make died on Osirius' lips.

As much of a pain (oftentimes quite literally) Zellia was, she was a good friend and she was a good fuck, still wearing her armour on her upper half, gleaming faintly in the crimson light of the moon.

Especially in Hell, one Hell of a good time was still there to be found!