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Welcome to the Pit (Nova x celestine)

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Nova

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May 22, 2011
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England
The Room is remarkably well furnished. Soft Dark Reds decorate the room, carved mahogany desks and chairs with soft red velvet cushions. All things considered, under different circumstances, it would have been a rather pleasant place to sit. It was a little bit warm though, but that could probably be put down to the huge roaring fire that almost seemed to take up half the room. In front of the fire a rather large black dog seems to be sleeping, completely curled up on itself.

Sitting behind the desk is a rather well dressed man, fitted suit, neatly cut hair with a smattering of grey, perhaps a little drawn looking but handsome in his own way. He's staring off at the visitor to his office, hands crossed in front of him in a chair which should only really be described as a throne.

The key difference, the thing that makes it pretty clear that we're not in Kansas anymore are the windows, huge towering windows that reach all the way up to the ceiling and through them..All that can be seen...is fire.

In a remarkably polite voice with a faintly British accent he says "Ah...Miss Lilygrove...So Nice to see you again...”
 
Sheryl only smiled at him, giving a shrug. "It's nice to see you again, too," she said, doing her best to keep the sarcasm from pervading her words. It didn't work so well. "Anyways, I've had my fill of fun and games. I suppose it's time for my eternal incarceration?"

Despite her nonchalant words, her heart shook. Sheryl was afraid of what lay in front of her. She'd regretted the deal she'd made only now and then, but now that it was time to pay up, it didn't bother her as much as she thought it would. Rather, she was resigned to her fate, but still held quite a bit of fire in her eyes. It almost matched the decor. She'd been desperate at the time. Fame, fortune... They'd been the only way thing she could think of to get to the top and stay there... And she'd seen too many actresses disappearing from the limelight to want to be one of them... And so she'd made a deal with the devil himself.

"I'm guessing it's all of eternity suffering flame and never-healing blisters and burns?" she inquired. Of course, it would be a shame if such were the case. While she wasn't particularly narcissistic, she was well aware that most men considered her to be beautiful. She had a well-rounded head, high cheekbones, large eyes, long eyelashes, pale skin, bright blue eyes, and proportions to die for. And all of that she'd come by naturally. Her breasts were, she knew, particularly large - double D's - and she was almost relieved she'd died so young. As it were, she didn't have any back pains from them. Despite the large breasts, her waist was tiny - waspish, even. Although she'd died a virgin, she'd heard many a man praising her thin waist and wide hips - and practically worshiping her breasts.

Yes, Sheryl knew she was beautiful... And while it would be a shame to burn for all of eternity, she didn't particularly mind. It never once occurred to her, though, that her appearance might save her... Or that she could use it to save herself.
 
He smiled across at her, a wry little movement that had no kindness or niceness behind it. She really was a Very lovely creature. As he looked up her up and down the smile widened slightly.

"Ahh...Yes...the Propaganda....I forget how strong it is up there. No Miss Lilygrove. I have intent of hurling you into a pit of lava and sulphur. That would be something of a waste." He smiled to himself, pulling out a small manila folder and scanning over the contents.

"Now, as you understand, the deal made was our 'Fame and Fortune' package in exchange for your eternal soul. Now...Typically individuals who choose this pack are confined to the shit pools, or some equally unpleasant but necessary tasks here in the Lower Realms...But I like you. And so...I'm going to give you a choice..."
 
She shuddered at the alternatives he listed... And so she did her best to appear pleasing to him not by straightening her appearance, but in changing her posture. She stood upright, showing no hunch in the shoulders and no quaver in the neck. "A choice...?" she asked, her voice that of a piqued interest and an awareness of what could occur. "What kind of choice is it?" Then, of course, her expression became slightly skeptical. It wasn't because of any doubt she had, but because of what she'd heard over the years. The devil and all his tricks, yada yada yada. It paid to be cautious.

"You wouldn't be trying to trick me again, would you?" she asked, her voice filled with an earnest innocence. "I mean, I know shit pools and whatnot would be horrific, but when you're saying a choice...."
 
"My dear lady, when have I ever tricked you?" He spread his hands before him. "I have always been the very embodiment of honesty in our dealings. You knew exactly what you were getting into when you took my deal." He stood up, moving to the other side of the desk, leaning back against so he was facing her, nothing inbetween then.

"My choice is very simple, it concerns your future and...potentially, your freedom." He extended a hand and an image of a beautiful naked red skinned woman with vast bat like wings stood there. If she looked closely she would see that the illusion looked more than a little like Sheryl. "Option one. You become a succubus and serve me for the rest of eternity. My own personal whore, Fucking who I tell you to fuck, screwing whatever I order you to screw for the rest of time, and I promise you, once you are transformed...you will love it..."

"Option two Sheryl" he opened his hand to reveal an image of the girl as an angel, a look of pure serenity on her face. "Option two can leaf to your freedom but it involves a challenge. If you can endure my torments for a year without wanting to serve me. Without once begging to be my little slut..well I'll release your soul."

He smiled and extended both hands. "Which will it be?"
 
She looked at him suspiciously. "You've always been honest," she permitted, well aware that it was true. "But I know you don't always give all the details up front." She carefully smoothed down the front of her skirt as she observed him. "For example, if I was in a hurry, I might accept one of those options without asking you for further details... But I might regret that."

She nodded towards the two images he'd summoned in his. One was of her completely and utterly entranced by sex and the other was of her possibly going to heaven... But the images he'd revealed were not necessarily in his words and she definitely had a few questions. "I hope you don't mind if I have a few questions... I don't expect you to answer them, but I'd like some answers, all the same. For example, if I were to become your whore, would I ever run the risk of getting pregnant? And would I be free to do as I wish when I'm not having sex? How limited would I be in my actions and mobility?

"And for option two, would your releasing my soul give me another chance at live? Would I be sent to heaven? Or would you just free me of my obligations and get me landed in Purgatory?" Sheryl asked, nervous. This was, after all, a very big decision to make. Either way, it looked like it would involve some amount of potential sex for her if he wanted her to beg him to be his slut... But maybe that was dependent on the torture? Well, there was no time like the present to ask. "And... what kind of torture are you expecting to inflict on me if I were to go with option two?"
 
The Man grinned at her. He should have known he wouldn't be able to slip just anything past her. Chuckling to himself, he lowered his hands to the table, letting the two shorter figures step off his hand and stand on his desk. He then returned to his chair behind the large desk.

"Some excelent questions and...I'll indulge you. You have my word that everything I speak in answer to these questions will be the complete and total truth." He sat back in his chair with a smile.

"Your first set of questions, regarding Option One...As my Whore..My Favored Succubus...You might get pregnant, but you will be an extension of my will and Power..If I decide that I want you to be pregnant, you will be pregnant, If I decide I want to breed you with whatever denizen of Hell i choose, well you might suddently find yourseld drawn to him and suddenly fertile. I will promise, that unless I wish it, however, you will not be capable of carrying a child. As for your freedom in the Pit...well, You would be a demon. You would be free to do as you wish, when not operating in my service that is." He smiled indulgantly at the small figure of the Sheryl-Shaped Succubus which had dropped down to the ground and was mastubating furiously, head thrown back in ecstacy.

"Regarding Option Two...I will promise that if you suceed in this challenge I will return you to life. This is not to say that you will not come back to my Realm, it merely offers you the capability to redeem yourself and earn your place in Heaven. All debts between us will be cancelled and your soul will be your own once more." The Angelic figure was watching her twin in what seemed to be disgust, but the faint pink tint of her cheeks suggested that might not be the only emotion she was experiencing.

"As for your..ordeals. I won't answer that question. That is something you will only find out if you agree to this challenge..."
 
"Alright. Choice one gives me the freedom to move about this realm when I'm not serving you, I'll get lots of sex, enjoy that sex, and may possibly end up pregnant with the son of the Devil. I assume there are some powers associated with being a succubus?" Sheryl asked, blushing as she saw the Succubus-version of herself toying with herself. That was something Sheryl hadn't done even while she was alive, always having been too busy with other things, so it was definitely a powerful option. After all, plenty of experiences, a bit of power, and possibly becoming his consort would put her at an advantage in comparison to being a human trying to make her way to heaven to praise and serve a God that may or may not even care about the number of people he had beneath him... And there, she'd just be one of a crowd.

For someone that had gone through life with fame and fortune - she'd sold her soul for the power that came with both - the decision was easy... But she only wanted a few more details.

"I'll admit you've got my interest with being your succubus," she admitted. "You are handsome, after all... But what exactly would I be able to do of my own will?"
 
He grinned widely, "Whatever you want to do my dear. If you wanted to return to Earth temporarily and corrupt souls for my realm, you'd be able to do that..If you wanted to spend whole weeks at a time getting your holes stuffed and moaning like a bitch in heat, well I'm sure you'll be able to find some volunteers who will be more than happy to help you with that. If your demonic blood takes control and you want to spend a month of two torturing some of the souls down here, it would be your choice..."

He could see she was tempted. The small representatives of her psyche were all the signs he needed to watch which way her mind was going. The tiny succubus had grabbed one of the pens from his desk and was stuffing it into her soaking pussy, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstacy. The little angel was showing signs of Sheryl's thought processes too, one hand had sneaked beneath the angel's robe and the other was squeezing her breast as she watched the show the tiny red skinned woman was putting on.
 
"Then that will be my choice," Sheryl announced. "I'll become your succubus and do as you bid so long as I get to play around some myself." She paused for only a moment, before her posture became even more defined. Her expression one that brooked nor argument. "But I have a condition - I'm still a virgin, so I'd much prefer to get that out of the way. Pleasantly. First. You know, before I become a succubus."

Whether she had to go out and find someone or if it was fucking the man in front of her - she wasn't particularly concerned. She just didn't want to change before having sex. As it was, she'd already died a virgin.

(Sorry this one is short. xD)
 
((Not a probem :) ))

The angel figure through her head back in ecstacy, tearing her robe away, revealing the skin beneath which was rapidly turning as red as her sisters. Within moments there were two succubus' on the Man's desk, franticly kissing, groping and carressing. The Man glanced down at the pair on his desk with a wry smile, with a brief flick of his fingers a small golden cage had appeared around the pair, neither of whom appeared to notice. He got up and extended a hand to the woman before him. "Believe me, it would be My pleasure."

As he said this, one of the walls of the room faded away, melding perfectly into an extension of the room, decorated in a similar fashion. In the center of this new room was a magnificent four post bed, with crisp white silk sheets. "The moment I cum into your tight wet pussy, you will feel pleasure so intense it will border on pain, your lust will explode to near uncontrollable heights and you will change...and you will be completely Mine."
 
"Of course," Sheryl said with a smile, pleased to have her condition met. She immediately began to remove her clothes - slowly, of course. She was still nervous about the whole thing. As it was, the plain, white blouse was the first to go as she unbuttoned it from top to bottom before shrugging her shoulders to let it fall off. Beneath it was a lacy black, strapless bra, decently large breasts - D-cups, bordering on DD-cups, and her fair skin. She had little to no body hair - none that was discernible, anyways. She'd gotten lucky in that sense.

Next was the fine black pencil skirt. She merely unclipped the clasp at her hip and listened to the whisper of fabric as it dropped from her hips to the floor along with her blouse. That removal of that particular article of clothing revealed that her underwear matched. Both her panties and bra were black and lacy - and obviously meant to tease a man into wanting a woman. It wasn't because she had any intention to, really, but it was because that was what she was provided with over the years. She stuck to the best of things as her money accorded her, and she got it.
 
He banished each item of clothing from his realm as soon as she disgarded them, Watching her, taking her in as she stripped for him. "My Dear, I'm sure I will say this many times over the coming millenia, but you really do look out of this world." Slowly, and in a strangely proffesional manner he began unbuttoning his shirt, calmly hanging his clothes on a hook that grew from the wall revealing his body beneath.

He did not have the body of a model, or of a steroid infused body builder, but rather the coiled and toned body of a man who had been fighting for most of his life and his body had grown muscle to allow him to do this to the best of his ability. Long scars marred his body in several places and his chest was decorated by a thick covering of dark chest hair. He turned around to her, watching her intently, clad only in a pair of loose cotten shorts.

"Well my dear...Shall we?"
 
Sheryl flashed a smile at him for the compliment even as she took in his appearance. He was handsome, as she'd said, but his body proved to her that he'd won his fair share of fights. It was... sexy. His appearance was one filled with confidence and somehow, Sheryl felt she had the better deal. If she was going to be his personal whore, it meant that she'd get to sample what his body had to offer - and whatever powers he could supply on top of that.

She was also comforted by the fact that she'd belong to him. Surely someone that had suffered through fight after fight would be capable of keeping her safe? Then again, given what he'd implied about her soon-to-be form as a succubus, she had a notion she'd be perfectly capable of protecting herself, too.

"Of course," she responded with a bright smile, stepping ever closer to him.
 
Moving closer, with the grace or a large jungle cat he approached her, wrapping his arms around her as he gently pressed his lips against hers. The intense heat of his bare skin pressing against her cool flesh. The Kiss started off slowly, almost tenderly. Like two lovers sharing their first taste of each other. Within moments the tenderness of the kiss had all but disappeared as he hungrily fought for control of her mouth. His tongue teasing hers in an endless duel, giving and taking ground in equal measure.

As the kiss intensified, one hand lowered itself, grasping at the beautiful woman's ass thhrough her panties, squeezing her possesivly. How long had it been since he'd felt this. Felt the thrill of conquering, the Joy of the fight. Gone up against someone who would take what he could throw at her and throw it right back if she wanted to..He knew he'd chosen well in picking his mate.
 
She all but melted against him, taking hold of his shoulders in a tight grasp. Sheryl took the time to admire his musculature. The feel of muscle rippling under her fingers as his heated skin moved against her was astonishing and almost sexy. It was good to know that the man that she'd be tying herself down to - unless he said otherwise - was physically strong as well. He'd already proven he was mentally strong, and she hadn't been within his vicinity long enough to analyze his emotional ability.

He kissed her and she pressed back, their kiss starting chastely. Soon enough, she allowed him to enter into her mouth and they battled with their tongues, the slick muscles of their mouths touching each other, teasing and taunting only to tug and press. He placed a hand on her rear and squeezed her ass and Sheryl moaned into their kiss. Few people had done such a thing, but she couldn't find it in herself to be irked. It was... impressive. She'd never felt so desired before in her life - or afterlife.
 
He devoured her with his lips. His hot tongue sliding over hers, teasing, tasting, conquering, a faint growl of desire rumbling up from his chest as he claimed his mate. One hand still squeezing her firm ass the other reached up to tangle itself in her hair. Pulling her hair back slightly he lowered his mouth to the soft flesh of her throat and kissed her savagely, leaving small little nips as he moved along her neck.

As his the fingers of his hand kneaded the flesh of her ass his thumb slowly slid beneath the lacey material, to the bare skin below, tracing tiny circles on her skin. Between them, his cock had clearly hardended and was pressed tight between the two bodies, peaking in the loose cotten shorts he wore. Slowly, he began pushing the woman backwards towards the bed.
 
He took her mouth, exploring it, tantalizing it, fighting it - completely and utterly conquering her mouth. Eventually, he moved onto more interesting things and she shivered at the touch of his hand in her hair. So much control - she was giving him so much control... And she liked it. She had just discovered that she liked giving up control and she liked being conquered. At least, she liked being conquered by him. It was a hot thought and she shivered again as he moved to her through, nipping and sucking as he made his way lower. Her response was to press herself closer to him.

While he squeezed and kneaded her rear, she felt only the slightly cooler air of the room against her flesh as his thumb moved under the material, tracing shapes on her flesh. Sheryl moaned as she realized that his hard cock was between them. His large, hard cock. The one that would be taking her virginity. The one that would be taking her. Dazzled by the though, she didn't even realize as he began to maneuver them towards the bed.
 
As they approached the bed he slowly lowered the pair of them down to the cool sheets. His kisses had decended past her neck, down to her full cleavage. Removing the hand from her hair he moved it down and, with a brief flash of what appeared to be normal finger nails was tearing away the tattered remains of her bra. Leaning down, he took one of her dark hard nipples in his mouth and sucked hard on it. Inside of the man a fire burned. Deeper and Hotter than any had burned in millenia. This wasn't the simple lust he had felt with others of his own kind, nor with mortal women who'd caught his eyes. This was deeper, almost..primal. Something that spoke to his very core. A passion he couldn't recognise.

Almost subconciously the man's hips were thrusting forward. Driven by a powerful need, that he couldn't and didn't want to control, to claim her. To become one with her. Ceasing his kneading the man's hand grasped the waist band of Sheryl's damp panties and began drawing them down the length of her long smooth legs, slowly stripping her bare.
 
She moaned as he furthered his attentions and eradicated her bra. They still stood upright - how they were firm enough to do so, she wasn't sure, but it was pleasant to be able to walk around her own home without a bra (because they sometimes got uncomfortable) and she'd been pleased to do as much. As he took one of her nipples into his mouth, though, she gave a moan even as her whole body reacted by jerking in surprise. It was... a nice sensation. It was the first time it had happened to her, so even as her body reacted, she couldn't help but be embarrassed. Was it normal? The way her body had jerked like that... A blush came to her face as she felt herself reacting to him.

She felt his pelvis moving against her body and she shivered when she felt him taking her panties from her body, revealing her more intimate parts to the air of the room. As the fabric traveled across her smooth skin, she couldn't help but feeling herself grow more... heated. And so, Sheryl let herself press her hands against his body, exploring it, touching it, feeling his muscles, squeezing them and then, finally, she got to the waistband of his boxers. She carefully placed her thumbs under the band and pulled it just over his hips, letting gravity do the rest as his cock was revealed.
 
Pleased at her reaction to his sucking on her breast he began to bite down, teasing her with the tips of his teeth, nibbling her nipple as a hand massaged her other breast, playing with the nipple there with his thumb. His shorts were soon pulled away, leaving the two lovers naked in each others embrace.

Reaching down between her legs he traced a finger along the lips of her pussy, gathering wetness and brought it up to her eye level. Moving his mouth away from her breasts he looked at his finger, then at her and said "Someone's feeling horny.." He then proceeded to lick his own finger, savoring her juices and smiled at her. "Delicious"
 
She shrieked the first time he nipped her, her body jerking again. Her eyes went wide in surprise at the sensation. Surprisingly, it hadn't hurt... And rather, it sent a bit of electric heat straight to her sex. She shivered and moaned in pleasure, her hands still exploring his body's musculature and flesh. She had yet to seek out his cock, though. Instead, she returned the favor by lightly pinching his nipples.

When he placed his finger along her cunt, she shivered, feeling herself growing more and more wet with the attentions he gave her. At his words, she blushed down to her breasts and merely gave a shy smile. After a moment, she shifted to lean up and kiss him chastely on the nose.
 
"My My" He murmered quietly, "Such a pretty little blush." He smiled down at her, propped above her on both arms now and growling slightly when she pinched him. Gazing down at the magnificent creature behind him, he couldn't help but smile?

"Are you ready my pet? Ready to sign your soul away for good this time, become my thrall, my lover until the end of time? Corrupting the innocent and delighting in their degredation? An eternity together, you and I?"
 
"Of course," she murmured with a smile on her face. "I've willingly sold my soul to you once," she continued, "For fame and fortune - and this time, I would gain much more than merely such..." Her smile became slightly wicked. "Not only would I be known as your willing lover, but I'd have the power to toy with others', that I might destroy them as well."

She shifted her hips upwards, slanting them against his cock and then shifted once more to press against it. "Won't you seal our deal now?" she asked, her expression coy. "That we might live out eternity in a mixture of sex and power? Corruption and absolute devastation...?"
 
He laughed. A deep booming sound that seemed to echo around the chamber. He looked down at her with an expression of humour and respect. "My dear...you wore born to be a demon. You wish all this, then let it be so." He brought his face lower to claim her lips in a hungry kiss, tongue searching for hers.

As the heat of the kiss reached its peak, he thrust deep inside her, tearing through until he was fully embedded within her hot wet pussy.
 
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