A Tale of Earth, Hell, and Lust

Vex: verb; make (someone) feel annoyed, frustrated, or worried. I grew up perplexed as to why a parent would name their child such. But I am not a parent, just the product of two. Raised by my paternal grandparents, my only memories of the ones who named me, were the stories my grands told me, so I will never know why they named me Vex. My father, a giant of a man, whom my Grands reminded me strayed from the proper and right way they raised him. He chose to use his size and strength against God instead of for him. Bouncing bars and collecting money for the mob, he legally changed his last name to Bruiser, so thus when born, I became Vex Bruiser. “Names do not make a man, a man makes his name,” were the consoling words from my grandfather. So I tried. I really tried so hard. My mother, I have no real memory of her either. My Grands always reminded me that she was the harlot who seduced the good heart from my father. The reason I was born into turmoil. The reason I needed my grands to save me. The reason salvation would be harder for me than most. My Grands raised me with the Gospel and with Love. Raised me with Commandments and Fear. Yet I told you, my bloodline was from Goliath and Magdalene, not from David and Virgin Birth. So what chance did I, Vex Bruiser, have? I believe I just turned 13 when a magazine cover in the grocery store showed a woman in a bikini, and my mouth watered. I strayed over, opened the pages to more scantily clad models. My heart beat faster, my groin warmed. A painful thud brought me out of my first lustful trance, and my grandma began a sermon of blindness, hair growing out of my hands, and body parts falling off. Dragging me out of the store, the horrifying embarrassment of everyone watching and laughing scarred my young, hormonally charged mind. I learned a valuable lesson that day, and hence forth she never saw me look toward a woman. In the day my head remained hung low, my field of vision stayed below onlookers, while taking in every curve below the neck. And at night I hid under bedsheets with a dim light and magazines full of visual delights. I graduated high school, made the Grands so proud as I went to engineering college, and moved out on my own. With good grades, they paid for my apartment. Years of looking down, I became expertly adept with body language. Years of hiding the excitement of seeing an attractive female, I became a master of hiding emotion. My bloodline led me instinctively. I could sit at a poker table, never look a person in the eye and know a bluffer from a winner. Money flowed from their hands, to mine, to women of the night. I found heaven. The pages of my magazines came to life. The visual delights became enhanced with the feel of flesh, smells of perfumes, and tastes of Venus. Only the sinners knew of my sins, and they were sinning with me, who would they tell. My Grands and their Holy Vision blind to my nefarious pleasures. Sunday morning church and evening dinner kept me blessed and well fed. Monday through Saturday cards, wine, and women kept me happy and hungry. However balanced perfection can not last forever. When I heard the police raiding the brothel, I panicked. All I hid for years would suddenly be exposed. My shame overwhelmed me. I heard police kicking in one door after another, and I knew the time to my door was moments away. The looks of my Grand’s disappointment. The speeches to come. The guilt of letting them down as my father had. My Grands bailing me out of jail was not an option. My being arrested was unacceptable. No time to dress. Little time to think. Hide! Lie! Hide! RUN! I grabbed her lace panties from the floor, and stuffed my face into them to hide. I lied about the pleasure the smell of the crotch covering my nose gave me. I pulled them tighter to my face, to hide my face not only from the world, but from God. I ran at the door as the police busted in. My naked body knocked the two of them down, and while I could see through the lace, I knew it hid my identity from them. I ran down the hall like a pinball, bouncing off one police then another. I tripped, fell on top of an officer, yet still remained hidden. He was more interested in getting a naked man off him, than arresting me, or even looking at my identity. I lied again. Screaming to myself that I grabbed the pistol accidentally. Again I hid as he closed his eyes while my crotch brushed over his face as I raised up and ran. Run! Numerous police were swarming to me and my escape out the front door. Hide! I raised the gun to hide my face. Bee stings riddled my body. For a brief moment I felt so much pain. I inhaled the smell of laced panties for a last time. I heard thunderous explosions. I saw blackness, and all sensations went blank. I knew no time, so I may have been nothing for seconds, days, months, decades or centuries, but there was a point when I became emptiness. Then my nude body hit the ground hard, and I felt myself bounce in pain. The beautiful smell of laced panties replaced with a rancid unknown odor. I heard the rapid pounding of drums. I opened my eyes and gazed at dozens if not hundreds of demonic incubi rushing across a desolate rocky landscape. They ran to me, and I tried desperately to raise myself and flee. The Swift seized me by the back of my neck before I could escape. I felt myself ripped from my body. My Ethereal lacked bones, and my gaze spun around one hundred and eighty degrees. Drifting up the inescapable, muscular arm I stared into the face of my captor. A face carved perfectly from a midnight-blue granite smiled lustfully with crimson lips. Black eyes pierced through my Ethereal to my corpse behind me, and my vision spun another one eighty to follow his gaze. A horde of incubi swarmed to my motionless body. Every demon before me a hideous perfection of masculine form. Some bore horns upon their head. Wings flapped from the backs of many. Sharp fangs glistened from drooling mouths. Muscles molded in harmony around each disfigurement. Each devil while frighteningly hideous was undeniably gorgeous to look upon. I watched the scene terrified with voyeuristic seduction. My Ethereal paralyzed in fear while yearning to see my body violated. And it was. The first demon to reach my body, grabbed my head, looked into my Ethereal’s vision, licked black lips, and twisted my head off. I felt my muscles straining then giving way as flesh ripped loose. Electrical sparks tingled harshly through my Ethereal as my spinal column broke and the incubus freed my head. His right hand clawed into the back of my head while he spat steaming saliva onto his left and grabbed a giant pitchfork shaped phallus of demonhood. The engorged tri-headed cock looked larger than his arm, yet with one swift thrust he stuffed it into my gaping mouth, and three glans emerged from the base of my bodiless neck. Earthly homophobic horror gagged me, and I tasted Ethereal mucus flowing from my ghostly throat to mouth. With a hyenic grin and laughter the demon continued to violate my throat deeply. My Ethereal felt the fiendish scrotum slapping my chin. Thoughts tore away from feeling my decapitated head as ghouls drew and quartered the limbs from my torso. I peered at my body. One demon ripped an arm free. He slapped my palm against his devilish rod, shaped in the form of hands clasped in prayer. Though my fingers should not have been long enough I watched amazed as they reflexively warped completely around the girth of the praying dick. His mouth opened wide and enveloped around the top of my arm replacing my shoulder. I was repulsed from the pleasure of the suckling massage of my upper arm. I watched my hand masterbate the praying cock, its elongated head of fingers opening widely then closing tightly with each stroke. A moment of blindness and pain in my left eye, caused my sight to drift to the demonic hyena slamming my skull. His three headed penis stroked in and out of an eye socket. Without mercy he pounded my brains into grey lube. The fresh lubricant dripped invitingly from ears and nostrils. Other demons rushed over and tongued into the wet skull openings. Each tongue stroke removed earthly fears, and my Ethereal’s groin grew hotter. A ghostly mass hardened between nonphysical legs. Instead of attempting to free myself, my ghastly arms moved my hands to grasp my ghost dick. My foot felt a warm tightness envelop it. I saw one demon on all fours, another pushed at my leg, stuffing my foot into a devil’s ass. He vigorously stroked himself while I felt my big toe milking a hellish prostate. Ejaculate came swiftly and continuously. Grinning down at the growing pool of steaming semen, the demon with my leg grinded my foot with relentless perfection. Muscles flexed in my other arm. I saw it being stuffed from the top with a hard demonic cock. A thrust in and my triceps and biceps bulged out, and my elbow straightened. A pulling out my elbow bent upward, my upper arms muscles caved in. With a deep thrust filling my arm to its wrist, I saw the contorted face of the arm fornicator and felt a huge surge, and the pain of pimple popping pleasure as his ejaculation exploded. My fingertips shot across the landscape of hell while loads of demon seed spurted free. My body exploded with fullness. Filled with disbelief, I saw a devil with a dick longer than he was tall, pull my torso from it. A moment of emptiness replaced with one long stroke. His member penetrated my neck, thrust through my torso, exploded out my legless ass. An absolute fullness, replaced with a cold, collapsing void terrorized me with each massively long stroke. An enormous ball sack containing four testicles slapped with massaging rhythm into my chest. The pain of a full body fuck surpassed human imagination, and the pleasure contorted my Ethereal with incredible orgasm. My shuddering Ethereal gave my captor the pleasure he sought. With a reverberating moan his grasp released me. Collapsed on the frozen, scalding surface of hell, I watched my body parts used again and again for the sexual gratification of the demonic incubi. The horrific excitement left me shuddering from one painfully pleasing orgasm after another. Time has no relevance in Hell, so I have no way of explaining the duration of my pleasurable violation. Their use of me grew old to them at a point, and with each body part thrown off the cliff part of my Ethereal went with it. While disregarded at different moments, all the material and inmaterial me crashed at the base of a cliff with a simultaneous thud. Stares of hundreds to thousands of succubi caused my scattered body parts to tremble with desirable, fearful lust. Curvaceous demonesses sashayed toward my parts. Wings fluttered. Tails flicked. Red, blue, yellow skin glistened. Pink, violet, jade eyes sparkled. My Ethereal trembled in anticipation as I watched each sultry step. Unlike the Incubi who rushed upon me, these Succubi paced slowly allowing my desire to build. A threesome of yellow-skinned jezebels caressed my Ethereal while the others grabbed at all my parts. All the repulsive hags made my eyes want to look away, yet each one formed the sexiest, most beautiful form of female, I ever dreamed. A level of desire never felt, encapsulated my Ethereal. Clawed fingers and toes alike dug sharply into each material part with Hellish tenderness. I enjoyed the feeling of my Ethereal being absorbed into and then through my yellow demonesses as they shared my essence. The pleasure of our souls entwined to the core was mutual for all four. I knew their desire because I felt it as I did my own. No separation, the four of us a union of one. With wanton desire we watched through a set of eight eyes, separated into one voyeuristic vision. A thick coat of delicious, vile semen covered not only the outside of my parts but the inside as well, and these spawn of hell women moaned pleasurably. Forked tongues snaked out of steaming mouths, and cleansed my flesh. The most stunning Hell-Vixen gripped my head with both hands, placed the back of my skull between her legs, and began gyrating. I watched her tongue hang from a corner of her mouth, her eyes rolled within their sockets, and nipples hardened on her ample, blue breasts that heaved with every lustful breath. I felt steaming moisture covering the back of my head as she massaged her engorged clitoris. Four hungry demonic sluts on all fours, gazed from the Vixen’s feet into my face. I tasted leftover incubi seed snowballing from my mouth to theirs. Electrical shocks of orgasm ripped through my Ethereal, from the overwhelming sensations of undefinable pleasure. The moans of the Yellows caressing me into them, were not just heard but felt, as they drank my intoxicating enjoyment. I could feel every feline swathing tongue and whore-leech sucking mouth devouring devil sperm from my skin. With satisfied taste buds, their eyes widened with a greater lust, and began masturbating with all my dismembered parts. Hands, arms, feet, legs, cock, and scrotum rubbed against and into boiling wet Hell cunts. Four succubi positioned around my torso, and scissored hungrily into my leg and shoulder stubs. My Ethereal panted heavily watching them hug and kiss each other while I felt their squirting orgasms swath my torso. The Queen vixen rolled my head and moistened my neck with her labia. She began masturbating with the neck of my decapitated head. Her molten juices flowed into my throat and out of my mouth. The ambrosial fluids ran over my lips down my nose and over my eyes. The lust hungry sluts below succulently licked at my face. One kissed my mouth, and snaked her long tongue through my throat, flicking into the vixen’s depths. The tongue struck the golden spot, and a paraurethral waterfall filled my skull. Liquid lust flowed from my eyes, ears and nose allowing thirsty nymphs quenching relief. Desires temporarily satisfied, the carnal orgy paused. The demonesses gathered round with my parts, and amazingly licked them back together. Saliva of lust, a healing glue placed hands back onto wrists, arms to shoulders. My toes curled as feet reattached to legs. With my head placed atop my torso, the yellows caressing my Ethereal glided to my body, and in a group hug squeezed me whole again. With Body and Ethereal one again, I stood on wobbly knees before the Queen vixen. Her body language screamed for more and I obliged, wrapping my arms around her. I kissed her fully with my tongue tasting every part of her mouth. She fell back onto the ground. Controlled only by a consuming lust, I raced to plow into her. My arms opened her legs and pressed them upward to her shoulders. Stiff with anticipation, I angled my erect cock toward her wet twat. Our eyes gazed into the others. I thrust scrotum deep into the vixen, forcing a sweet, toxic breath out of her mouth. In a mesmerizing, demonic motion, her arms swooped over her legs pinning them under her shoulders, then wrapped around my body. Claws dug into my back while I jack hammered my hips. Her demonic tail wrapped over my nuts, ran up the crack of my ass, and the tip gently swatted into the nape of my neck. With every thrust her tail clasped tighter. I felt every throbbing heartbeat of blood racing through, milking my testicles, and pulsing up my ass and spinal column. Gazing into her violet eyes, I crossed the finish line in record time, and ejaculated a river of semen within her. Her eyes fireworked in a rainbow of colors. Delight and pleasure filled her stare, yet a look of needing more gazed back. Her arms unintwined back behind her legs, and in one fluid motion she managed to stand with me still inside her. Her head tilted and her mouth breathed across my throat, up my neck, and into my ear with a one word music melody. Certainly no language I have ever heard, the single word she moaned magically translated, “Again!” I felt amazement at my still being hard. Since being in Hell, continuous sexual pleasure pulsed my body and soul, and yet I still stood prepared to indulge the Hell Queen again. She spoke in hell-tongue and while the sounds vibrating off ear drums was incomprehensible, I ethereally knew what she said, “I want to fill all of you inside me.” Her hypnotic voice entranced me, and caused the succubi around to howl with arousal. As her tail released my spine, her sharp claws on slender fingers scratched deeply over my shoulders, down my back, over my buttocks, and continued down my legs to my ankles. We stood shoulder to shoulder, face to face, so my mind still clinging to Earthly physics failed to comprehend how this sexual encounter was transpiring. I however enjoyed every vile moment. Both hands seized my ankles tightly and pulled me down and away. Voyeuristic screams and moans of lust screeched from the hundreds of banshees watching. Still standing the Vixen held the ankles of my stiff body, angling my head toward her crotch. She opened her legs and with one solid thrust my phallic body went ankle deep into her twat. As experienced as I thought I was on Earth, every moment in Hell taught me of my innocence. Every body part lost a virginity which until that moment I was unaware of. Now I believed my lustful education in Hell culminated with the spelunking of this hellish vagina. Her juices boiled when I filled her. As I tried to breathe, toxic, feminine steam pleasantly suffocated me. An eternity of sexual exercise allowed her bulbospongiosus muscles to contract tightly around my phallus of a body, making movement an impossibility. The crushing, vaginal walls squeezed Body into Ethereal, and Ethereal into Body. The wet friction of her increasingly rapid strokes covered me with fiery goose bumps. She pulled me completely out, releasing a lava flow of succubi squirt. I raised my arms above my head, going for a Superman dive to the bottom of the pool. She plunged me once more into her dripping tightness. I struck bottom and felt her hands curl from my ankles under my feet to crush all of me into her. With spastic euphoria, we multi orgasmed together as one more than I dreamed. Then with a push and a pull, I was born again, from the loins of the demonic Queen. All thoughts of God, Heaven, and Earth removed and replaced solely with a want for the Queen Devil, Hell, and Below. But she used me for all she needed and cast me into the air. I flew over a orgy of smiling, demonic harpies. I splashed into an ocean of swathing bodies. A sea of millions of lustful souls swallowed me. Males and females washed around me in waves of salty satisfaction. An uncountable number of labia caressed every inch of my skin as an equal amount of cock glans poked into every crevice. Momentarily I lost sentient consciousness in this sea of wanton bodies. All thoughts and emotions except the pleasure of lapping watery waves of flesh upon my skin lost in a whirlpool of ecstasy. A brief flashback of my sultry Queen encounter, and I stroked upwards to the surface. I breathed in the fresh Hell air, and fought desperately to keep my head above the lapping waves of bodies. I fought against eons of a pleasing tide and swam to the shore. Lips kissed me. Hands massaged me. My eyes feasted upon the desirable vision of the fornicating sea I swam through. Every stroke was a tantric edging of pleasure and brutal torture of the wanting to release. Moans of the sea begged me to drain my swelling scrotum. Wetness into wetness. My nostrils expanded to take in every smell of sexual gratification. My lips numb from the salty splashes of flesh waves. I conquered my iron hard swim, and stood on the shores of the succubi. With wanton passion they cat walked in my direction, and I in theirs. I used and pleasured one after another. I left rows of satisfied, debaucherous hags, as I sowed my garden of Hetaira. The Queen Vixen met my gaze with equal anticipation. I accomplished what no other in eternity had, and she desired to extract my knowledge. We pleasured one another to infinite voids, millions if not billions of times. In time she learned of what my life of human was like, and I learned of how a demoness becomes the Queen Vixen of Lust. In the beginning there was one. Pure peace and contempt within Hell. Satan meandered the underworld with simple life lacking all Hell is known for. No pride. No envy. No anger. No laziness. No greed. No hunger. No lust. Just a pure life of one. When the first human fell from above, the Devil fractured. Another human caused another break. Hell divided with Satan. Lust became an island surrounded by the Ocean of Desire. As I walked the beaches, I could see the distant shores of the other lands of Sin. Lust at first was also only one, but the fallen humans tore Lust apart, into a masculine and a feminine. The Libido Plateau rose in phallic grandeur in the center of the island. And as humans fell from Earth they landed here. The King and Queen of Lust shared the fallen humans together until without reason, the Incubi King cast the Queen and her succubi from the Plateau to the beaches below. For eternities now the succubi feasted upon used and abused flesh of the bodies the incubi tired of. Continuous, orgasmic satisfaction kept them contempt; however pleased my soul still contain all the sins of humanity, and with each fuck I whispered seeds of revolution into the ears of the succubi. Combined their sexual prowess proved infinite. I accomplished the incredible task of swimming the Ocean of Desire, but their Hetairaous proficiency surpassed all known sexual expertise. When they stroked waves of flesh, whispered erotic melodies, and expertly edged an entire ocean to the brink, the succubi accomplished the impossible. The Queen commanded, the Ocean of Desire culminated in one explosive orgasm. Millions of horny succubi let out harpiac screams as they rode the tsunami of explosive release over the beach to cover the Libido Plateau. The Hellish Bukkake covered every incubi with tasty goo. Paralyzed in ecstasy, the incubi allowed the succubi to ravish their bodies. With an unexpected foursome, I and the three yellow succubi, who at one time made me whole, raced upon the Swift. As they caressed his Ethereal I fucked his demonic body pulling and ripping it to shreds as I did. Vile, sallow blood flowed and I used it for lube to violate every opening I could find. Others quickly converged and I left the Swift to be abused. I heard the laughter of a hyena and moved with desirable anticipation. The King of Lust grinned and laughed while the Queen and a harem of demonesses pleasured him from every angle. I know not if he recognized me, but when he saw me, his enjoyment of the Hell-whores left him with a silent frown. The long-tongued succubus at his feet snaked her tongue upward into his ass, flicked at his prostate and the three Hetairai sucking and stroking his cock were covered in devil semen. At the same moment the Queen of Lust sat upon the King’s head, and with a tight squeeze and twist of hips jerked it clean from his body. I laughed as I pulled his head from my Queen’s cunt and began to fuck his brains out. The blood of millions of incubi being torn apart splashed upward and rained back upon Libido Plateau. Orgasmic screams echoed throughout Hell. The succubi relentlessly pleasured every hole, using the blood rain as lube. Sounds of rhythmic sloshing filled my ears. The rank smells of sex filled my notstrils. The sweet tastes of sexual Hell coated my taste buds with every moist breath. My vision gazed over from the overwhelming sights around me. I felt amazing. My Queen moaned to me and lowered herself to all fours while impaling the decapitated body of the king deep into her cunt. Her tail raised high exposing her inviting ass. I pulled the King’s mouth off my cock, twisted his head and plowed my ever growing cock into the base of his neck. My cock-head pierced through his throat and out of his mouth. I held the King’s ears tightly and stepped to my Queen. The King’s body still buried deep in her twat, I used my cock to penetrate her ass. Our double penetrating victory fuck caught the attention of all. As my Queens howled with multi orgasms millions of succubi watched masturbating in the blood and demonic gore covering the ground. I pushed harder and deeper into her ass while sucking the tip of my Queen’s tail. My own orgasm built, and with a final thrust of my hips I pushed all my cock and the King’s head into her ass. I felt the King’s toes curl and tickle my scrotum and I released one mighty ejaculation after another into the demoness’s bowels. All of us collapsed to the ground spent and satisfied. Slowly we recovered from the best sex Hell had ever known, and piece by bloody piece we threw the incubi off the cliffs, banishing them from Libido Plateau. In time they would recover, heal back whole and surely seek reclaim to top. We built our defenses. As humans fell we used them for our needs then stacked one upon another, creating a Wall of desire around the plateau. When the Incubi did attack the wall absorbed those who tried to scale. The wall a writhing barrier of sex. Those who touched it became a part of it to spend the rest of eternity in fleshly pleasure. Balanced perfection still never lasts forever. I remained the sole masculine form within the wall. Pleasing and being pleasured by my Queen and her succubi continued for eons. Then came a moment when humans falling began to diminish. I could not recall being human any longer, yet for the others I had to be the cure. A sexual escapade wonderful as any other ended with a blindsiding, ceremonial coronation. As countless times before I stood with my Queen surrounded by sultry succubi. Her harmonic voice commanded the attention of all. I listened entranced by the soothing seduction her tone carried as it spoke in Hell-tongue. “Our hunger for human flesh to quench an insatiable appetite for orgasmic relief grows with an decreasing supply of people. The Earth above grows less lustful. Those above fight for their greed and lie about too lazy to fantasize about fucking. Either envious of those with money or so proud of the material wealth they have acquired, humans are consumed with anger toward one another. With gluttonous feeding, they prefer to stuff their mouths with dead flesh of animals than the living cunts and cocks surrounding their blindness of lust. “Yet we have a human among us. One who lived a lustful life upon Earth. One who conquered the Ocean of Desire. Who helped the succubi take Libido Plateau. Who has pleasured everyone of us here. “Vex, Our Champion! The human who became a Devil. The Devil who will become human. Our savior will go back to Earth, change the ways of humans. Show them the ways of Lust. Rain their souls upon us. Feed us and starve the rest of Hell!” Terror gripped every portion of my Ethereal and Body. I escaped the horrors of Earth and gained entrance into Nirvana. Now I was to be cast from Hell back to Earth. I looked up to my Queen to plea for my soul. Please do not banish me from Hell, is what I desired to say. But her eyes and a finger to my lip silenced me. I remained silently entranced as my Queen moved her finger from my mouth to her crotch. I watched fingers slip into her moist hole, and back toward my face as she spoke. “You are the champion of the succubi,” fingers wet with Hell-cunt moved from my forehead, down my face to my chest. “I pronounce you a Knight of Lust,” her finger crossed my face from ear to ear, basting my lips with her sweet flavor. “Knight, Sir Vex Bruiser, go forth to Earth and spread the seed of Lust around her circumference and from pole to pole. Convert the humans to lustful ways and rain their bodies upon us. “The door to Hell will open to you again. Once a hundred and forty four million keys fill our holes, you, Sir Vex Bruiser will be the King of Lust.” I landed in wet sand. Rain pelted from Earthly skies on my naked body. I opened my eyes looking out into an ocean of salty water. Tidal waves rushed in splashing into me. I sat up placed my head between my knees and cried.