Chapter III: Lust
There is a reason why this is an 'M' story. There is a lemon in this chapter, but in an S&M kind of way. The second circle is dedicated to the sin of Lust, so I had to write something. Don't try it at home!
Previously: "Eternity!" The deceased hero commanded once more, dissipating the spirits of his parents. There was some closure in the encounter, a sense of finality that he never felt before in his life. Refreshed and renewed in the determination to continue, Beastboy followed Kid Eternity through the door into Hell, descending into the Circle of Lust."
Kid Eternity crossed the gateway into another dimension, followed closely by Beastboy. The meeting he just experienced was heart wrenching in the extreme. He finally got to say goodbye to his parents, the greatest regret in his life. If anything, he felt relieved.
The burden of his regret had gnawed at him ever since he could remember. Not a day had ever gone by without his wondering if he could have done more to save his parents. He had every kind of assistance to help him deal with the loss, but nothing worked. All the help in the world couldn't make things easier. He was just grateful that the help that did came to him down here.
The scenery on the other side of the gate was drastically different than what he first broke into. There was no longer a red desert as far as the eye could see, but a river that flowed into the distance. Kid Eternity walked until the river's shore and stopped, gazing through the murky surface and past the black haze covering it.
Beastboy had heard many tales of the afterlife from many cultures and civilizations. There were many rivers in the underworld that he knew of, but there was one in particular that suited this perfectly. Styx.
He knelt down at the water's edge and looked into the depths. The water seemed so calm, so serene that if he were to only touch it, he would be the same too. His hand reached out for the surface, only to be brought into a standing position forcefully by his dead compatriot.
Only a wary look was needed to dissuade the changeling from trying it again. He needed no reminders as to his location or what traps were present.
The gatekeeper put his fingers between his lips and blew a whistle, a shrill A flat ringing into the distance. However quiet it was before the note, the absence of sound after it was absolute. It was a perfect situation to reflect the phrase 'Silent as the Grave'.
A small rippling of water marred the surface of the water, the direction heading inland. Something was coming. Through the haze came a faint outline of something floating on the river surface. As the seconds passed, the outline took shape and came into view.
Beastboy squinted his eyes to see what was approaching and gasped. It was exactly as he envisioned it to be, an ancient and dusty venetian-style boat manned by a figure cloaked in black. The boat floated closer to the shore and rolled up onto the shore, sand crushing together to compensate for the new weight. Beastboy strained to remember the name of the figure, searching his memory for the myths that involved this very situation. His doppelganger nudged him. "Charon."
The trip on the river didn't nearly take as long as Beastboy would have thought. It looked as if the only form of propulsion was an old man dragging a stick along the riverbed, but judging by the speed of the wind and water, they may as well have been on a speedboat.
Charon wasn't that much of a talker, but he knew some crazy people. The entire hour of the trip consisted of them trading stories of the most embarrassing situations they had ever heard of. Charon had the advantage on two fronts: He was like a billion years older and his stories were all about how to go straight to Hell without passing 'Go' or getting two hundred dollars.
Beastboy had to give it to the skeleton. For someone that old doing the same job for the longest time, he was surprisingly humorous. He tilted his head sideways as he got a glimpse of what under the hood. It also seemed that for someone without vocal chords, he did a surprising amount of talking.
The other end of the river appeared in the distance and it was only a moment before they were alongside of it. Beastboy left the boat feeling quite chipper. As if by supernatural providence, a crack of lightning shot across the sky, snapping him back to his senses.
The area he had been let off on was very rustic and medieval. Black clouds soared overhead, casting darkness on the land below. Thanks to Beastboy's inherent night vision, he was able to look at everything with clarity.
An ancient castle stood in the distance, stone walls towering over everything. The drawbridge was lowered and a thin line of people stretched out far beyond the castle interior. The queue travelled from the river, back of the line ending not fifty yards from where Beastboy stood.
He approached the person standing at the very back and looked at her. She looked ragged and forlorn, eyes bloodshot and black bags under them. She was in a permanent state of exhaustion and pain, something that Beastboy pitied. He would have talked to her about everything, but he had something to accomplish.
Beastboy started to ask her a question. "Do you mind if I go ahead of you? It's just that I have to get..."
"Yes! Please go in front!" Her eyes shot open and she yelled out, cutting him off before he could finish.
"Oh!" He was a bit surprised, but he didn't wait around. He stepped forwards, bypassing the first person. The man in front of her waved Beastboy in front of him, almost begging to be at the back of the line. He found surprising that everyone was so eager to have him go ahead, it was never like that back on Earth.
The castle grew in size as he walked closer to it, making it appear as though it had stood for many thousand years and would keep standing for many thousand more.
It wasn't long before he reached the gates and the souls occupying the line were more than happy to let him pass. This was the place where all souls come to be judged. It made sense that if their judgment could be forestalled even for a moment, they would let someone pass without a second thought.
As he passed the threshold of the castle, Beastboy gasped at what he saw. The inside of the castle was completely different than what he just saw, turning from medieval stonework to twentieth century construction. He basically walked into a large courtroom, the line of people leading up to a stand and a judge overlooking all with a glint in his eye and a gavel in his hand. The nameplate read 'Minos'.
"Terrence Wittering. For the terrible crime of fratricide, I sentence you to the Fifth Circle of Hell, to live out eternity fighting your way to survive!" The gavel slammed down on the stand and two cloaked figured dragged Terrance off into a dark corridor.
As soon as the man disappeared from view, a ding emanated from a contraption above him. When Beastboy looked up at it, he saw that there were red illuminated numbers lining the wall. As soon as the next soul went through, the number increased by one. Beastboy's eyes widened as he saw the full number. Over twenty billion souls had been condemned in this place.
He took another quick look around the place. "Why does this place look like a cheap version of a courtroom?" He muttered to himself.
"Do you really want to know?" He heard in reply. His doppelganger didn't want to appear in the middle of this mess and Beastboy couldn't blame him. A simple nod sufficed as an approval. "This is another dimension, one you're not used to. Your mind tries to rationalize it in terms it can understand. In this case, what you can understand is a courtroom. The reality is much more horrifying."
Beastboy thought about it. It was probably the same when he encountered the Gates of Hell, they wouldn't really say 'Life and Death' on them. "I'll take your word for it. Truth be told, I prefer my version."
As he's standing in the corner talking to himself Minos pointed a clawed finger in his direction. "OY! What are you doing out there? Staff entrance is in the back!" His thumb jerked to a door behind him.
Beastboy quickly shifted his way towards it, hoping to avoid any closer inspection. He knew that the fact that he was possessed by an entity of Trigon could be detected by other demons, but he had to keep a low profile. The last thing he needed was to be captured and interrogated.
The judge gave a menacing glare to the superhero as he shuffled away from him. "What the Hell is wrong with you? Are you the embodiment of stupidity or something?" He yelled out.
He rushed to the back and closes the door behind him panting. The darkness filled the space as he left the courtroom. He let out a sigh of relief as he had just avoided a close call. All of a sudden, his mouth got covered by a hand and he got dragged off into the darkness.
He woke up bound to a chair inside of a small, windowless room. The walls were covered in red velvet with black pearls lining the corners and furniture. Metal lined a cabinet off to the side, but it was a very spartan room.
There was a metal door embedded in the wall with bars crossing the threshold. It was clear that it was meant to keep people in... or out.
His doppelganger stood in the corner, just mulling around, trying to work out how they both got there.
Just as he was staring in its direction, he could hear soft locks being withdrawn of the door. The door opened, giving way to a figure cloaked in black.
"You have no right to restrain me! I protest!" Beastboy demanded. He wanted to know who did this to him.
"You don't belong here." The figure steps into view, delicate mouth visible underneath an otherwise all encompassing hood. "Why are you here?"
"Who are you?" He asked.
She lifted her hood, revealing a very familiar face. It appeared to be Raven, but with four glowing crimson eyes. He smiled as he thought that his long journey had come to an end. Or at least it would have been, if not for a tiny nagging feeling at the back of his mind.
He saw her demonic eyes before, and they were violet, not red. Her facial expression indicated that she didn't recognize him, her body posture all wrong. "You're not her. You're not Raven."
Asmodea smirked. This was perfect. She could receive payment from Raven's outstanding debt and get some fresh meat. She had been playing with the same toys for months now and they were starting to get old. "How do you know? It's been two years since she came here. Things have changed a great deal."
He mouthed two years in disbelief. He silently cursed himself for taking so long.
"She must mean a great deal, for you to travel all the way down here."
Beastboy raised his chin in defiance. "Why should I tell you anything? I've been trained to resist torture."
"Because I can tell you where to find your beloved Raven."
"So tell me."
Asmodea crossed her arms in front of her. "To receive something, you must give up something equivalent in return."
" And what do I have to give you?"
" I want your knowledge and your... Services."
Beastboy stared at her intensely. "Pick one. If we're doing it your way, one thing is equal to one."
"Unfortunately you're paying for two people."
How does she know, he thought to himself. He looked over at his doppelgänger quickly, who shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "So long as you do your part."
Her heart skipped a beat. There it was, she had him. The beating resumed with increased vigor, compensating for what it lost and preparing for what she knew was next. Asmodea shuffled closer to him. "People who are owed something always pay their own debts. I'm one of those people."
He moved his hands around a bit, forcing the chains to clink together noticeably. "Can you untie me so we can get this over with?"
She strode over to him and massaged his cheek. "You don't need to move to pay me. Just relax and let me do all the work."
Beastboy felt apprehension at what was happening, but if he wanted to know where Raven was, he had to do it. The idea didn't necessarily appall him. He had no problem procreating with many people, but there were social considerations to make.
Society dictated, and he agreed, that a man and a woman was sufficient companionship for life. But he had a mission, a goal that he would do anything for, cross every boundary and break every rule for. And if he had to satiate this woman's desires to achieve it, well it wasn't so bad. Another thought popped into his mind. They were in a world dedicated to Lust. Why not?
Beastboy accepted the concept of what the demoness was offering, but was still quite skeptical. If he didn't get what he was promised, he had a trump card that would make sure that he did. And if anything, his counterpart wouldn't say anything against it.
His head sank in acceptance, signaling to the demoness that he was willing and able. A part of him enjoyed it. Being submissive, being told what to do and how to do it. Part of him wanted to be domesticated, to be the perfect pet, one that could never be thrown away or discarded. He could be loyal. He could be subservient.
Asmodea didn't waste any time with him. He was merely fresh meat to her, a raw source of sustainment that needed to be tenderized and warmed up before she could gobble him whole. She grabbed his shirt in her claws and ripped it to shreds, green skin showing beneath every scrap of fabric torn away.
She ran her hands over his bare chest, electricity rushing through her fingers at his warmth. He felt so... Alive, something she had never known before. Her entire empire was founded on souls of the damned and the depraved, breaking those who submitted to their primal urges into willing slaves and eager servants. It had been so long since she encountered such a strong spirit and this one was so very vibrant. She would have to make this memorable.
She grabbed his shoulders and used them as leverage as she swung herself into a straddling position, resting herself on his thighs. "Is that a tail between your legs or are you happy to see me?"
Beastboy rolled his eyes back in pleasure, cool air colliding with his naked chest and a sexy woman warming his legs with her own. It would be impossible not to have an erection for him, his mind and body both going into sexual overdrive from the situation.
She smirked at his expressions, his face looked so innocent under her gaze. A delicacy that she would savor for as long as she could. Narrowing her eyes, she dug her fingers into his shoulders. "Your Mistress asked you a question."
Flinching from the pain but not backing away from it, he stared at her, two eyes joining with four. "...H... Happy. Very happy." He managed to stammer out. His mind wasn't thinking straight, he had to force his thoughts together to stay coherent for even a moment. All of the blood had left his brain and filled the protrusion between his legs. It expanded in his pants, the awkward angle making the sensation uncomfortable in the extreme.
She noticed his squirming and guessed that he was getting aroused, unbearably so. He looked so cute when he was in distress. She gently stroked her hands between his legs, touching every inch of his thighs until she reached the throbbing member struggling to grow to its full size.
A mischievous glint appeared in her eye and her fingers glided along the bulging surface of his pants. Without warning, she squeezed it with considerable ease, blood forcing its way out of his manhood and back into his body. His legs jolted involuntarily at the feeling and he groaned in discomfort with a hint of pleasure.
The blood found its way back into his pants and it strained against the tight fabric once more, stronger than ever. The twinges of pain streaked across his face while the demoness merely gloated at her power over him.
She stood up from her position and knelt at his feet, though not as a sign of obedience. She dragged one of her sharp claws along the pant line from hem to belt, cutting a seam in the otherwise seamless cloth. Stray bits of fiber sprung free from its previously tightly spun home, the sharp edge of the claw carefully slicing fabric, but not flesh.
"You're feeling uncomfortable. Tell me who else is with you and I'll make it easier for you."
Beastboy shook his head wildly. There was so much stimulation for him and the lack of following through made things increasingly unbearable. "No... No one else... No one..." He whispered. A whisper was all that he could manage in that position. His eyes were squeezed shut to divert his attention away from the strain below his waist.
Satisfied with his answer, Asmodea grabbed his pants with both hands and smiled. Using as much force as she could muster, she ripped the pants off of him, cloth tearing along the newly created seams. In one fluid motion, the trousers disappeared into nothing, showing strong green legs beneath them.
Now free of the prison that restrained it, his penis jumped out like a leprechaun at the end of a rainbow, enjoying its newfound freedom. Beastboy let out a shuddering sigh of relief. A great burden had been removed.
Asmodea stared at the newest member of their party with wonder. It seemed so alive!
Now free of the prison that restrained it, his penis jumped out like a leprechaun at the end of a rainbow, enjoying its newfound freedom. Beastboy let out a shuddering sigh of relief. A great burden had been removed.
Asmodea stared at the newest member of their party with wonder. It seemed so alive, almost begging for her undivided attention. So she did.
She took a small leather strap and tied it tightly to the base of his erection. She whispered into his ear. "For later."
"What is Raven to you?" She demanded, taking advantage of his vulnerable position.
His brow furrowed, trying to form thoughts through the relief of freedom he just earned. "What?" He managed to sputter out an answer, trying to find out why she was asking him questions at a time like this.
Asmodea roughly grabbed his hair and forced his head backwards, staring straight into his eyes. "This is an interrogation." She jabbed a bony finger into his ribcage. "And don't you forget it! What is she to you?"
He gasped at the pain and tried to squirm away from it, but she wouldn't let him. Refusing to comply with anything she said, he shook his head fiercely.
Rather than be shocked at the blatant denial, she felt a flush at his resistance. The slaves she had been working with for the last thousand cycles were so compliant that it got to be boring. His will was powerful and she reveled in it.
She gently massaged his chest, starting from the shoulders and working down from there. "This will get much easier if you just tell me. It's a harmless question. What do you have to lose?" she roughly grabbed his nipples and twisted, sending a shot of pain through the sensitive nerve endings.
He shut his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth in pain. "Everything!" He roared out in agony, trying to withstand the torture she was giving out.
The Princess of Lust released his flesh and smiled. "Was that so hard? You just answered both of my questions! We'll be done quickie if you continue like this."
He lowered his head in shame, but realized it was inevitable. He was trained for physical torture, not sexual frustration. He could barely keep his thoughts together, making it near impossible to think something through enough to lie. Dishonesty didn't come naturally to him.
"Answer the next question and you may get a reward!" Asmodea giggled. She loved this.
He turned his head so that he looked away from his captor. "Can't we just get it over with?" He begged.
She positioned a finger over his shoulder. "Not. Just. Yet." She tapped him after every word. To her, physical contact was very important and to him, it was very effective. "You may hate this, but your lower half is just loving it!" Her hand strayed to the tip of his manhood. "You should try thinking with it more often! You never regret it when you do." Her voice was enchanting and erotic. It flipped every switch he had in his body and he groaned at the rush of sensitivity.
She shifted her attention to the lower part of his body, his green member still erect and quivering. Beastboy felt her gaze and tried to shy away from it, but there was nowhere to go. Reaching down, she took as much as she could with one hand, fingertips barely joining around his girth.
The mere touch sent a steady stream of pleasure across his body, Beastboy shuddering as the only way to cope. Sex with some of the many fan girls was light and pleasurable. Sex with Starfire was long and fulfilling. So far, sex with Raven's half-sister was phenomenal, and they had just started.
She moved her hands to his head and stroked his hair, threading sharp fingers along his scalp and through his forest green hair. In a swift motion, she grabbed the scruff of his neck in one hand and held his jaw in the other. Beastboy gave a slight whine when she did, but tried to hold his own.
"I've been told that you entered through the Door of Orpheus. How did you open it?" This question she was particularly interested in. Orpheus was a myth even amongst demons and to have it confirmed as the truth was amazing. She could now say that she knew how to open it and who went through.
Beastboy squirmed in her grasp. "Do you really have to know?" He didn't fancy the idea of a demon knowing a doorway into or possibly out of Hell.
Asmodea tightened her grip on him. "This is my realm and you are my possession. I will get the information out of you one way or another, so it is up to you if I give a reward for telling me or give a punishment until you do!"
He was taken aback at her determination and actually felt fear for the first time. This one was serious. "The... Horn of the Herald."
Her pupils dilated when she heard the words. She knew exactly what it was and thoughts passed across her mind quickly. She didn't think that trumpets produced the most beautiful song in the world, but it did open portals to other places. He was telling the truth. He eyes strayed back to him and she purred. "I did mention something about a reward, didn't I?"
Beastboy's eyes widened as the demoness leaned forwards and gave him a full snog on the lips. He could hardly believe that a half-naked demon of Lust was kissing him, her breasts pressing into his chest, her arms running along his back, her thighs rubbing against his... However she was doing it, it was the most sensual thing he had ever experienced.
The kiss ended just as it began and Beastboy had to admit that it left him wanting more. She slowly exhaled while biting his lower lip, a signature she had perfected years ago.
She wanted to see every part of him and his ears intrigued her. She had never seen pointed ears before and to have then right before her eyes was something she never thought possible. Asmodea moved closer to his ear and whispered into it. "Are you alone?"
Hair stood up at the back of his neck as her breath flowed over his skin. His ears peaked at the sound of her voice and a shiver ran down his spine. A slight twitch of apprehension also tugged at him, a small nagging curiosity as to her question. "Why do you want to know?"
Her brow furrowed and she bit the earlobe that was right beside her. Sharp fangs tore into the cartilage and drew a small amount of blood, which Asmodea happily lapped up. "One of my slaves told me that you were talking to someone. Who was it?"
He flinched at the pain, but it didn't affect him as much as he would have thought. There was just a throbbing feeling, a pulsing light that joined with the flare of his arousal. "Myself. I was talking to myself."
She rose from her straddling position and walked behind him. She draped her arms across his chest, giving him a great many new sensations. Warmth across his chest from her arms, cushiony feeling on his neck from her breasts, and tingling on his sensitive ears as she breathed into them. "Every demon can sense their own kind. How is it that I can feel something from you?"
He paused for a moment. How was he going to explain it to her? He couldn't just say that he was possessed, could he? His thoughts were interrupted when she dragged her claws along his chest. The sound and feeling of bone against skin distracted him from himself. It also meant that she wanted an answer. "A demon tortured me for a short time... Maybe some of it rubbed off."
She purred into his ear. "Maybe the wrong demon rubbed you off!" She smiled at her own joke and his breath grew more haggard at her suggestion. "Remember their name?"
"T...Trigon."
Her grip on him tightened at the mention of her father's name, though it only lasted a moment. Satisfied that she got all of her answers, she withdrew her hands back to her side. "Open your mouth." She commanded. He obeyed without a single thought. In a quick motion, her hands shot around his face and a thick gag was forced into his mouth.
He tried to bite the large ball in his mouth, but the material was too strong and the object too thick. His eyes looked around the room, trying to see the demoness that now had him bound and gagged.
Asmodea stepped into view with a smile of fangs adorning her face. She bent forwards until she was just inches away from his face. "One final question for you. Are you ready?"
Beastboy struggled against his bonds to no avail and spoke with a soft humming. With no other way of communicating with her, he shook his head furiously in an attempt to stop her. It didn't work.
"Oh, that's right. You don't have a choice!" She walked so that she was directly above his quivering erection. "Scream for me." She whispered and pushed herself onto him with all of her force.
Beastboy felt like he was in paradise. All of the sexual frustration he was forced to endure was instantly forgotten. The feeling of warmth wrapping around him completely overwhelmed him. His eyes rolled back in pleasure and he surrendered to her completely.
Asmodea loved this. The power that came from controlling someone completely. The man beneath her could think of nothing but the princess of Lust herself. He couldn't do anything without her permission. He couldn't talk without her consent. He wouldn't even be able to climax unless she desired it. He was entirely in the palm of her hand.
She moved of her own volition, moving him in and out of her with immense control. Every thrust was her choice and every squeeze was her decision. All Beastboy could do was take it, whether he liked it or not.
Almost immediately, he was pushed to his climax, but found out quite harshly that he was unable to. The strap around his base was so tight that it restricted both blood flow and the ability to ejaculate. The pain was excruciating and the pleasure was unbearable. His senses were overwhelmed and he couldn't shut them out. The gag made it impossible to swallow and saliva dribbled out of his mouth uncontrollably.
She felt the effects too and the pleasure of her new toy was incomparable to anything else she had ever felt. Demons were powerful in the sack, which led to a conflict of dominance whenever they mated. The souls damned to the second circle were too obedient. Minds already broken by a life lead by sin and debauchery grew old quickly.
This green boy beneath her was so... Alive. So strong. So confident. So... Brave for willfully travelling into Hell. All that personality, and he felt so good in her. She leant forwards and lay on top of him. Their chests rested on each other, providing both parties with the added warmth of their aroused bodies.
She started impaling herself faster than she did before. Her arms swung around him and gripped tightly. She wanted to feel every inch of him.
He loved the extra contact. He always enjoyed how intimate it felt. That's what he liked about Starfire, she was all about physical contact. That's why he liked Raven, deep down she was compassionate. That's why this felt so good. His jaw strained against his gag and his muscles strained against their bonds, but he couldn't stop the second orgasm that crawled its way through him.
She felt his erection grow and pulse rapidly. He was denied a second climax. If he were ungagged, he would be practically begging for her to release him, and she would. He wouldn't be able to hold it for much longer anyways, she would have to alleviate his pain in a moment.
Beastboy felt extremely sensitive even now and was brought to his third almost instantly. He strained against every bond that held him steady. She could feel his tenacity and wanted to keep him steady, if only for a moment. He felt her claws dig into his back and he felt his own liquid dribbling down from it, but he didn't care.
The pain only made his blood flow faster, forcing its way into every extremity with frightening force. The strap dug even tighter into him, but he could feel it slowly giving way. Any second now, it was going to snap and he would be free.
She could feel the end approaching and she was more than satisfied with what he paid. She rammed down as hard as she could, pushing him deep into her core. Almost by divine intervention, the strap broke, allowing him to finally explode into her.
His breathing was haggard and his heart felt like it was going to rip out of his chest. That was by far the best sex he had ever had. He could get used to the whole BDSM scene.
Asmodea got up immediately and made the motion of dusting herself off. She had enjoyed herself but one of the perks of being a demon included almost instant recovery. She gathered the discarded clothing from the floor and untied her captive from the chair.
"You will find your beloved Raven in the 9th circle. She goes there every day, so she will find you. Some clothes are folded in the cabinet and your effects are with them."
With that, the demoness left the room, leaving Beastboy to his lamentations. It took a while for him to recover, but it wasn't long before he was on his feet. He knelt down on the floor and retrieved what was left of his pants. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the sharp metal object concealed in his pants.
He gathered his clothes and left the room in a hurry. He knew his destination now and he had to make haste. It was a long journey to the ends of the Nine Hells, but he had to do it. He had to save the Raven who sacrificed herself for them. He had to rescue the Raven who resigned herself to damnation. He had to join with her again, to see her again, even if it were only just once more. Now it was onto the third circle, to face the sin of Gluttony straight in the face.
To Be Continued
Disclaimer: I do not own any character or location in the DC Universe. This is and always shall be a work of fiction that I am not profiting from in the slightest.
I'm terrible at writing these things, but I had to. This chapter took much longer than I thought it would and I apologize. I am trying to get this complete in an orderly fashion, so please bear with me.
Amenson out.
