Aaralon couldn't see. Everything was an angry red blur. Aaralon couldn't hear. The buzz of flies drowned out everything else. Aaralon could feel. He could feel the long and thin shaft push into his backside, slipping into anus. He could feel the pain and the humiliation. Was he dead? Was this hell? The shaft in his rear started to pump back and forth, slowly sliding inside him. This must be hell.
"This one died at the first encounter," came the voice. It was a female voice but it sounded low and husky. The sounds of the buzzing flies started to quieten down.
"I think he likes my tail too," came a second voice, another husky and gravely female accent. "Look at the way his arse grips it."
To Aaralon's horror and to his relief he discovered that the second voice spoke true. In this few seconds of panic he had forgotten the pain in his backside, he had been so relieved to discover that it was a woman fucking his arse that he'd even started to rock in time with the thrusts. Except the creature behind him couldn't be a woman. No woman had a tail and no woman was likely to talking about him in this place.
"If he died at the first encounter and was killed by one of our succubi then he could be turned and made one of us." It was the first voice again. The speaker grabbed Aaralon's face and he could feel her sharp fingernails under his chin. He still couldn't see.
"He'd need to pass the tests first," the second voice in hell reminded, "... and only after I've finished butt-fucking him."
Sharp fingernails sank into his chin, "Foolish mortal. Do we chop you up and throw you piece by piece into the abyss? Or shall you be made a plaything to our favourite perversions and if you manage to please us shall we then put you forward to be tested." A hand stroked his cock, "That's if you manage to please us."
"Answer mortal. Answer now."
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