The Dazzlings Go To Hell

Below the planes of existence, wherever there is humanity willing to shove its nose in any form, there lie that place so foul that its only purpose could be to punish the wicked and take from them that which they valued most.

Hell.

Split across what deemed to be the roots of all evil, the souls of the damn cried out as they were broken by the vices they clung to in life. Nothing could prepare one for the torment of everything they deemed wonderful breaking their bodies and wills until they remained husks. And yet, in the heart of the Kingdom of Lust, there was one such soul barely clinging to hope in the face of great adversity.

"Ahhhh~ Harder! Hardeeer!" Within the highest tower of a castle surrounded by husks mindlessly stumbling about with a sex-driven gaze, a beast of a woman, 8 feet tall with breasts larger than her head and colorful scales across her arms and legs, bounced atop a comparatively minuscule man, who gripped the sheets as he clenched his teeth harder and harder. His mind was fogged by exhaustion; Asmodeus had been riding him for what seemed like days, making his muscles ache through nonstop coitus. He needed to stop, to rest or at least to take a break. However, he knew that doing so meant losing the one chance he had. He flared his nostrils and thrust upwards, surprising even the Queen of Lust herself as he pushed her legs over her head and pounded away at her with a look of maddened determination.

"H-Hey! Where was this vigor 40 climaxes ago~? Were you holdi-EEEEE~!" Her snicker was cut off by the slamming of her G-spot. He found what he was looking for. He didn't stop even as she began to squirt, her eyes rolling up as her long, stretched out tongue slithered out, wrapping around his neck. He kept going. He was so close...

"OHHHHHHHH!!!"

The Kingdom shook from Asmodeus's climax, going so far as to cause the Earth itself to shake in some points, though to something as minor as a slight tremor. The man unleashed his seed in sync with her before collapsing, feeling his mind drifting. He did his best to keep his eyes open, refusing to allow himself to go unconscious now. He had not even started. Although he couldn't see it, he could hear the beastly queen reaching over and pouring something.

"Hehehe~ No wonder you're considered one of Luci's favorites... That was some wonderful work there." He felt something placed to his lips and felt the familiar acidity of wine pour into his mouth. He instinctively started gulping down the liquid, feeling his vigor return to him. Rising up from the bed, his body crackled and ached, even with the aid of Vino dell'Anima. He reached for his clothing, apparel unfamiliar to him but was assured that this was the preferred clothing of modern times. As he put on the clothing, he felt a tap at his shoulder. Asmodeus held out a small blue satchel.

"Don't forget these~! I'd say you more than earned them~" She giggled as he took the bag, attaching it to his belt before turning and bowing before her.

"Thank you again, Your Majesty. I will begin my quest at once."

"Oh! But before you do, I do have one more request..." He tensed up, holding back the number of swears he had built up. "Once you return with the girls, stop back here. I want to give them a proper warm welcome! You can then go out and handle your little mission."

He breathed out of his nose in relief, nodding. "Very well. I will see to it that this will be our first stop." With that, he rose from his knee, walking out the door and through the castle. He made sure to avoid the tentacles, groping arms and various objects attempting to mate with him as he reached his form of transportation: A golden chariot with flaming horses. Stepping onto the chariot, he secretly longed for the days where one would ride for him, but this did not deter him from grabbing the reigns firmly and lashing out, sending the steeds forth to his next destination.

Earth.