8th Circle of the Inferno

The three demons gathered as planned. Their red eyes glowed brightly in the dim, firelit cavern. Their horns reflected the flames, and their massive bulk filled the small conference room. The familiar odor of smoke and sulfur wafted throughout the room, a pleasing aroma to these denizens of the lower abyss. Asmodeus, Orkoth, and Kizgan, the demons of Lust, were among the most powerful and dangerous of the major demons, but a pall hung over all three as they entered the room.

“Thank you for coming, brothers,” Asmodeus said. His deep,  guttural voice echoing off the walls of the cavern. “As you know, our ban from the realm of Earth has been lifted. But unless we can find a willing sacrifice soon, we will fade into nothingness.”

“How long do we have?” Orkoth asked.

“We have until sunrise on All Hallows Day,” Kizgan responded.

“We cannot allow ourselves to fade!” Orkoth shouted as he slammed his fist to the table.

“Calm yourself, brother,” Asmodeus soothed. “I have a plan.” 

Reims, France- August, 1351

“That’s it, yes, fuck me!” Jeanne screamed as pleasure poured through her.

Francois had her bent over the table in his small home. He had a handful of her long, dirty blonde hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her from behind. He cupped her small breasts with his other hand, giving her sensitive nipples an occasional pinch. 

“Mmm, your pussy is so wet, Jeanne. I have to have a taste.”

Francois suddenly pulled his cock out of Jeanne’s dripping pussy. Moving to the bed, he waved her over and said, “Sit on my face.”

Jeanne moved quickly, nearly tripping over the leg of the table on her way to the bed. She straddled his face and lowered her pussy to his eagerly awaiting mouth and started grinding. 

“That’s it, yes, eat my pussy,” she purred.

Jeanne eyed his cock while she ground her pussy into Francois' face. She licked her lips, then leaned forward and took his engorged cock into her eager mouth. They continued to enjoy each other’s oral skills until she could no longer hold back and was overtaken by a body-shaking orgasm. Jeanne took her man’s cock all the way into her throat as she came, stifling her cries of pleasure. 

Francois continued licking her clit until her quakes subsided. He then slapped her juicy ass and said, “Get up and bend over the bed.”

“Yes sir,” she said as she complied, presenting her well-proportioned ass for his pleasure. 

Francois once again entered her from behind, grabbing her hips with both hands, and pounded her soaked pussy with reckless abandon. 

“Yes, Cher, fuck my pussy. Fill me with your seed,” Jeanne said, encouraging him.

He sank his cock deeply into her pussy, burying it to the hilt as he pulled her hips back into his, and with a final grunt, emptied his balls into Jeanne. “Fuck yes, Jeanne, now get over here and clean me up,” he said as he pulled out.

Jeanne knelt at the foot of the bed and took his still hard cock into her mouth. She savored the taste of their combined fluids and thoroughly cleaned his cock of any evidence of their afternoon encounter.  “Mmm, delicieux,” she said after finally removing his cock from her mouth. “Give me my clothes; I have to get back to the kitchens before the next bell. If I am late again, your wife will start asking questions.”

Francois tossed Jeanne her clothes and admired her form as she dressed. She was 19, short, with dirty blonde hair, breasts just enough to fill his hands, and an ass to die for. Which he would certainly do if either his wife or her father found out about them. His wife was easily prone to jealousy and melancholy by nature. Her father was a renowned soldier, now retired due to age and injury suffered in battle.

He smiled and waved as she finished dressing and quickly ran out the door and back to the castle kitchens where she worked as a scullery maid. The same kitchens where his wife was one of the cooks. Francois smiled and shook his head, silently wondering how long his good fortune would last. He soon dressed and returned to his duties in the castle stables before he too was missed by the less than forgiving stablemaster.

Inferno

“There is a woman in France who meets all of our needs,” Asmodeus said. “She fornicates with one she can’t have, despite the danger from her vengeful father and the man’s jealous wife. She could easily be swayed to submit to us.”

“Yes,” Orkoth replied. “We can leverage the woman’s envy.”

“Or use the father’s wrath to persuade her,” Kizgan added.

“Exactly,” Asmodeus continued. “She knows about those dangers, and we will inform her of two more. They had an afternoon tryst today. I plan to pay her a visit as she dreams tonight and mark her. With our combined temptations, she will not be able to resist giving herself to us freely and breaking the curse that self-righteous bitch put on us centuries ago. What say you?”

Kizgan and Orkoth looked at each other, nodded and said in unison, “So be it.”

The demons brought their spiked tails to bear over the middle of the table, interlocking them and sealing their pact. Tonight they would take their first step toward turning Jeanne to their cause.

Reims, France

Jeanne was deeply asleep on her bed in her father’s home outside the castle walls. Her window shutters were open, allowing a cooling breeze to cool the overly warm room on a hot summer night. She wore only a loose, overlarge nightshirt and was covered by a thin blanket. She dreamt of fucking Francois, and new desires flooded her head.

Her dream was interrupted by a deep voice, one unfamiliar to her. “Come to me,” the voice said.

The dream vanished, and the voice repeated, “Come to me.”

Jeanne’s eyes opened, but she did not wake. Her blanket was ripped away from her, and she bolted to a sitting position. Swinging her feet to the floor, she stood and walked to the window. Jeanne lifted herself up and out of the window, into the dark, moonless night. She walked soundlessly through the village.

As she walked, she heard that deep voice repeating, “Come to me.”

She walked into the woods bordering the town until she reached a small clearing. Jeanne abruptly stopped and removed her nightshirt, tossing it beneath the canopy of an ancient tree. She knelt, placing her hands on her thighs, and waited silently. 

The demons appeared, strutting into the clearing. “Jeanne, our chosen one,” they said in unison.

Jeanne’s eyes never moved as the demons approached, imprisoned as she was in the realm of dreams.

The demons’ red eyes showed bright red on the dark night, and as they approached, Jeanne noticed they were huge. 3 meters tall, numerous horns on their heads, muscular frames, long, spiked tails dragging behind, and massive cocks, fully erect, pointing directly at her. They began masturbating as they slowly approached her nude body. 

To her left, Jeanne heard, “I am Kizgan.”

“I am Orkoth,” the demon to her right said.

“And I am Asmodeus,” said the demon in the center, by far the largest of them all.

Asmodeus spoke again, “Jeanne, our beautiful chosen one. You need our help. You lust after one you cannot have.”

“One who your father would not approve of,” Kizgan added.

“One who is married to a jealous woman,” Orkoth said.

The demons began stroking themselves faster. “We can help you, but you must offer yourself to us completely and willingly,” Asmodeus groaned as fluid leaked from the end of his bulbous cock.  

“Two blights will soon be revealed to you. One that will devastate your village and one that will only devastate you, “ Asmodeus added.

Kizgan switched hands on his cock, then said, “We will not reveal these blights, but we can protect you from them. But you must offer yourself to us.”

“You have until midnight on All Hollow’s Eve to decide. Will you give us your body, or your soul? Either one will grant you our protection; neither will doom you to the blights to come,” Orkoth said as the demons stepped right up to Jeanne. Their cocks were right above her head as they stroked.

“The choice is yours,” the demons said in unison, “Body or soul?”

They suddenly stopped stroking their cocks and brought their tails around to the front, extending them toward Jeanne. She remained motionless on her knees, eyes still staring straight ahead. The tails began glowing, and steam emanated into the dark night. The tails extended simultaneously, one towards each breast and one towards her sex. Jeanne did not cry out and remained motionless as the demons branded her. The smell of burned flesh permeated the air as her breasts were marked. Her pubic hair burned away, leaving only the triangular mark left by the demon’s tail. 

“Return to us here on All Hallow’s Eve with your choice,” Asmodeus said as the demons backed away and slowly began dissipating.

As the demons disappeared, Jeanne could hear them chant, “Body or soul?”

Jeanne’s eyes rolled back into her skull, and she fell face down to the forest floor. The world went black.

The next morning, Jeanne awoke in her bed as usual. She was soaked in sweat, causing her nightshirt to cling to her lithe form. Her blanket was strewn upon the floor. 

“Was it all a dream? It must have been. How else would I be back at home?” she asked herself.

She rose from her bed, removing her nightshirt to dress for the day. That is when she noticed the brands. One on each breast, directly above the nipple, and one on her mound, above her clit. She could see only a few singed hairs remaining around the area. Fear filled her mind as she realized it was not a dream at all. She began to gag, rushed over to her bedpan, and vomited. 

As she wiped the remnants of her sickness from her face, she heard a knock on her door, and a familiar voice asked, “Are you well?”

“Yes, Father, I’m fine. It was just a coughing fit,” she lied. 

Jeanne pushed the soiled bedpan back under her bed and left the room, quickly pushing past her father while saying, “Must go, I’m late!” 

She never even noticed the dead rat in the corner of the kitchen, near the fireplace.

Inferno

“We have marked her, and the blights will begin soon; she will be ours,” Asmodeus growled.

“Yes, the girl’s pregnancy will be revealed right as the plague strikes. She will have no choice but to submit to us,” Orkoth said.

Kizgan licked his lips before adding, “She will be a tasty treat.” 

“Tasty indeed. Since we each branded her, we can all visit her dreams from our home plane. We will visit her regularly until All Hallow’s Eve, ensuring she makes the proper choice.”

The demons nodded in agreement and left the chamber knowing their diabolical plan was unfolding.

Reims, France, October 30th, 1351

The plague had arrived in Reims. With so many dead and dying, nobody had noticed the slight swell to Jeanne’s belly. Francois had ended their relationship after being informed about the pregnancy and said he would deny everything if she brought their affair to light. Then there were the nightmares. She had them nearly every night now, sometimes just a single demon, sometimes all three. Each nightmare ended with the same line, “You will be given a long, healthy life in exchange for your body or your soul. The choice is yours.”

Jeanne rose from bed that morning, exhausted from the lack of sleep, to the sound of her father’s coughing fit. She quickly covered her belly and rushed to his aid. He was lying in a pool of sweat on his bed, shivering despite the fever raging within him. “Stay away from me,” he managed to say in between coughs. “I’m sick and don't want to infect you. Stay as far away from me as you can.”

Jeanne’s eyes welled up with tears. “No, Papa, that can’t be! You can’t be sick. If you die, who will help me take care of the baby?”

She suddenly realized what she said when her father’s eye lit up with a mixture of shock and rage. “What baby? Who did this to you?” He yelled before succumbing to another coughing fit.

The blood drained from Jeanne’s face as embarrassment and shame overwhelmed her. “You remember Francois, the man who works in the castle stables? It’s his baby. We have been together for almost a year, but he ended it when he found out I was pregnant.”

“I’ll kill him,” he said in between coughing fits. “Bring me my mace!”

“No, father. You are far too ill. Here, let me get you something to drink.” 

Jeanne heard the coughing cease while she was pouring the water. When she returned, her father was asleep. She placed the water down next to him and left the house, heading towards the castle; tears streamed down her face.

Her path to the castle took her right by Francois’ house. She heard a faint female giggle escape the window as she went past. Jeanne stopped and carefully peeked in. Her tears began again as the scene unfolded before her eyes. Francois’ cock was buried inside the pussy of a dark-haired woman he was fucking from behind. He was pulling her hair with one hand and fingering her asshole with the other. 

“Fuck, you are so tight, Marie”, he moaned as he continued to thrust. “I’m cumming!” He exclaimed as he pushed deep, his ass clenching as he filled his new mistress’ pussy. 

Marie stifled a cry as he came and looked back over her shoulder, allowing Jeanne a view of her face for the first time, recognizing her as one of the serving girls from the castle. 

“Bastard!” Jeanne screamed as she fled, her grief overwhelming her. Without thinking, she ran to the village chapel and knelt in front of the cross, intending to pray.

Inferno

“She is attempting to seek divine intervention. We must not allow that to happen,” Kizgan said.

“It could undo everything,” Orkoth agreed.

“I will see that her prayers are answered by us,” Asmodeus said.

Reims, France

As soon as Jeanne bowed her head to pray, she heard a familiar voice.

“Jeanne, my lovely, we can help you. All of your problems will end; you need only to decide one thing. Body or soul. All Hallow’s Eve is upon us. Return to the clearing at midnight with your choice.”

Thinking her prayers answered, Jeanne rose, dried her eyes, and ran home. She hid while her father lay unconscious in his bed.

Jeanne cooked a thin porridge for supper and left a bowl next to her father in case he awoke before she could return. The fall night air was cool, bordering on cold, so she bundled up in warm clothes and set out for the forest on the edge of town as the witching hour approached.

She arrived at the clearing as the moon neared its peak and instinctively knelt on the grassy forest floor. She did not need to wait long. The demons appeared out of a mist that suddenly materialized. They were exactly as Jeanne had remembered them. Massive, strong, long, sharp horns on their heads, pointed tails dragging behind them, and massive cocks swinging between their legs.

 Asmodeus growled, “We are pleased to see you, Jeanne. What is your choice, body or soul?”

Jeanne took a deep breath and steadied herself before answering, “I offer my body in return for your protection.”

“So be it,” the three demons said in unison.

The demons approached her slowly as their cocks became erect. “Remove your clothes,” Orkoth ordered.

Jeanned nodded, stood, and stripped. The demons stroked themselves as her body was revealed. Her brands had begun to heal, the raised scar tissue standing prominent in the full moonlight.

“Kneel,” Kizgan said.

Jeanne did as she was told. She could feel her heartbeat increase as her fear rose. The demons surrounded her, and she looked up at each of them in turn and could see the pure lust in their eyes. 

“Time to begin the ritual,” Asmodeus said in his deep, guttural voice.

Jeanne nodded, having fully accepted her choice.

Kizgan and Orkoth moved behind her while Asmodeus remained in front. She felt a tail wrap each of her arms, pulling them behind her back. A third tail, from Asmodeus, wrapped around her throat, pulling her forward, toward his bulging cock. 

“Take me into your mouth while they fill you from behind,” Asmodeus said.

Jeanne opened her mouth, inviting the huge, demonic cock to enter. At the same moment, she felt her pussy open up as a demon entered it, stretching her far more than Francois ever could. As her mouth moved to engulf more of the cock in front of it, she trembled in shock as the third demon cock entered her ass. 

The brands on her body began to glow, and waves of pleasure poured over her body. Jeanned felt herself opening to the demons, enjoying something she should be repulsed by. Her shame, fear, and anxiety dissolved as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She felt herself being stretched and filled like never before; the cocks in her pussy and ass worked in tandem to give her pleasure she had never imagined. She took more of Asmodeus into her mouth in response to the newfound joy. She felt the demon’s cock enter her throat; she gagged briefly but held her composure and kept sucking, bobbing her head in rhythm with the pounding she was receiving from behind.

Jeanne felt an orgasm building. Never before had she felt this much pleasure, and she wanted it to last forever. Her pussy and ass clenched as she came. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her entire body. The demons growled in delight as her orgasm racked her.

They continued fucking her in every hole, quickening the pace as their arousal peaked. She felt the tails holding her arms and neck tighten, locking her in place. Another orgasm began to build as the demons drove deeper into her. She sucked and fucked harder as the crescendo built. She wanted to cum again; she wanted to be filled with their cum, to feel it dripping out of every hole.

The demons' tails tightened fully, and growls filled the air as the demons unloaded their tainted seed. Jeanne came again as cum filled her ass, pussy, and mouth. She swallowed quickly, but the volume was too much to handle, and some escaped down her chin, dripping to the forest floor.

The demons withdrew in turn. First, from her ass, then her pussy, finally, Asmodeus pulled out from her mouth. Jeanne panted for air and wiped her hand across her chin, clearing the demonic semen that escaped her mouth. She looked at it longingly and licked her hand clean before looking up at the demons who had all moved in front of her. 

“The ritual is complete. You will have all you desire,” Asmodeus proclaimed.

“Your father will live and forgive you,” Kizgan said.

“Francois will soon succumb to the plague,” Orkoth added.

“Thank you, my lords,” Jeanne said, casting her eyes to the ground as her fear and shame returned.

The demons disappeared into the mist from which they emerged. As they began to fade away, Asmodeus turned and said, “One more thing, my dear. Your daughter will return to this exact spot in 23 years, or her soul will be forfeit.”

Jeanne’s eyes widened, and she was gripped with a new fear, fear for her daughter’s soul. “Wait, that was not part of the deal!” She screamed.

“Hahahaha. Yes, it was. You just never asked,” Asmodeus said as he faded into the mist.

“So be it,” Jeanne said before rising, dressing, and leaving the forest clearing. Demonic cum leaked from her, marking the trail as she returned home.