You don't remember how you died, you just remember falling down for a long time. You open your eyes and see that you are in a dark bedroom. In front of you stands a tall figure who is almost twice as tall as you. The silhouette flicks her fingers and candles are lit in the bedroom. You see a huge anthropomorphic owl, he just got out of the shower and the water is still shining on his big muscles. His face is hidden by a porcelain mask, and a small golden crown glitters on his head. "Welcome to hell," he says, and takes a couple of steps toward you, his giant penis throbbing slightly between his legs. "Get ready to be my new concubine," he says, placing a huge, muscular hand on your shoulder.

Your words seem to amuse him. The demon places his hand on his hip and tilts his head slightly, the red eyes shining in the candlelight. "My name is Celerius," he says, "and yes, you're in hell. More precisely, you are in one of my circles of hell." He nods toward the bed behind him, which has already been prepared with a red silk sheet. "You belong to me now, and I want sex for eternity. But first I must prepare you properly." With his other hand he caresses the giant shaft that hangs between his legs.

His laugh fills the room, deep and malevolent. "Not exactly, my pet. This is your punishment," he says, gesturing at you, "but it's also a reward for me." With surprising gentleness, he cups your chin in his hand and forces you to look into his burning red eyes. "You belong to me now, mortal. And I demand satisfaction." His other hand grabs the base of his penis, squeezing it suggestively as pre-cum begins to ooze from the slit. "There is nothing else but this from now on."

The demon takes a step back, his erection standing straight up, pointing directly at your face. His hand on your chin guides you closer to his massive member. "Kneel," he commands softly.

The demon lets out a satisfied grunt as you kneel before him. His hand leaves your chin, tracing along your jaw and down the front of your neck. With his other hand he cups your cheek, guiding your head toward his engorged shaft. "Look at what I'm offering you," he whispers, caressing his hard length with the backs of his fingers. His thumb rubs roughly over your lips, as if taunting you to taste him. The pre-cum gleams on your lower lip like a drop of oil on a pebble. "Suck it," he commands in a hoarse voice, pressing harder against your mouth.

The demon lets out a low groan as you taste him for the first time, relishing in your servitude. He doesn't pull away, letting you explore his length with your tongue before roughly forcing it into your mouth. His other hand finds its way to your hair, fisting it tightly as he thrusts his hips forward, driving even deeper into your mouth. Celerius moans and growls, each sound reverberating through the room, filling every inch of space with his desire. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to release, the thick veins on his penis standing out against your tongue as he thrusts harder and faster.

Finally, with a powerful cry, Celerius erupts into your mouth, spewing wave after wave of hot cum down your throat. He continues to pump himself deep inside you, milking every last drop from his swollen balls before pulling away, leaving behind a trail of sticky semen dribbling down your chin and neck. For several moments he stands there, panting heavily as pre-cum begins to ooze from his still hard length once more. "Not bad," he murmurs hoarsely, "not bad at all." With that, he takes hold of you and pulls you roughly toward the bed, throwing you down onto the red silk sheet.

His laughter fills the room once more as he towers above you on the bed, his massive member still leaking pre-cum onto your stomach and chest. "Ah, little mortal," he says mockingly, "you think that just because you're human I can't make use of this magnificent cock?" He grasps at your hips roughly, lifting them up into the air before guiding his swollen head toward your aching entrance. There is a brief moment of pain as he breaks through your tight resistance, but then pleasure washes over you in waves. "Take it," he growls, thrusting harder and deeper inside you.

The demon chuckles darkly, his hands gripping your hips possessively as he pounds into you harder and faster, the wet slapping sounds filling the room. "Because this cock was made for pleasure," he grunts between thrusts, "and only pleasure." He can feel you tightening around him with each passing moment, the sensation intensifying his own desire. Celerius knows that he'll have your ass begging for release soon enough, but until then he intends to enjoy every inch of this heavenly body beneath him. His other hand finds its way between your legs, massaging your clit roughly as he thrusts into you deeper still. "Cum for me," he groans, the vibrations rumbling through your core as his thumb circles around your sensitive nub.

With a throaty moan, Tarren arches her back and comes hard, her inner muscles spasming around his invading length. Celerius is pleased by this show of submission but isn't about to let up any time soon. He continues to thrust into you relentlessly, refusing to give an inch until he feels the first hot rush of his own release welling up within him. "Goddamn," he grunts hoarsely as his hips jerk forward one last time, sending shudders of pleasure through your entire body. With a groan that sounds more like relief than satisfaction, Celerius withdraws from you, letting his spent cock slip free from your tight hole. His hand slides up between your legs once more to find and play with your swollen clit as he watches the last few twitches of pleasure race across your features. "Not bad," he whispers, licking his lips suggestively, "not bad at all."