This chapter is basically 80% sex scenes and such. It's my first time writing sex scenes so don't expect much.

If you aren't into that just skip it all and scroll all the way down. There I will quickly write what is relevant to the story, but even that isn't really relevant. (just skip if you aren't a degenerate (no hate))


An employee is forcefully pulled out of an elevator from the lobby by an eager customer.

"What's the hurry? We have all afternoon" Mason complained as he is dragged by the writs.

"And I still want more time." Velvet dragged him even harder.

"Jesus fucking christ, you are thirsty."

"Hey! It has been a whole fucking month since I fucked." She tightens her grip and draws blood from his wrist. Eyeing every drop as they fall.

"Aww, that must have been so fucking hard, little babydoll. " He mocks against his better judgment and he wasn't about to stop. " ha, a bitch not getting dick for a month? I'm surprised you aren't on all four and throwing your ass in a circle at this moment."

She stopped and turned around with her head down. She sways with each step and he begins to regret his surprisingly and concerningly short and easily lit temper as she closes the distance.

"Not even Val or Vox talks like that to me," standing so close he could feel her hot breath with every word on his exposed stomach. Looking down at her slender body quickens his heartbeat.

"And I. Fucking. Love it," She jumps and locks her lips with his along with her arms around his neck. He is shocked for a moment and slams into a wall but quickly gets over it and starts taking part in the passion. He would be lying if he said he wasn't getting into this, very much into it.

Her small soft lips dared him to bite them. The challenge spoiled as a slender tongue slithered into his mouth and rubbed against his own. His hands slid up and down her frame locking in on her lower back and shoulder forcing their bodies to collide.

The tension in his neck was growing as she dangled off him with her feet levitating off the ground. He took a step forward and pulled her up by her ass. She locked her legs around his waist and felt an impact as Mason pushed her up against the other side of the hallway.

She parted from the dance of their tongues and began placing small kisses instead. She gradually goes from his lips to his neck eventually she found the spot to softly lick his neck. He tightens his grip on her and grinds her lower region on his bulge from left to right.

"You know, you're surprisingly gentle-arh! what the fuck?" He felt a sharp pain in his neck. He was confused when he realized that she bit him. Licking his bite wound as blood flowed out, placing her lips to the leaking fluid she began drinking some of his blood.

"There." She said looking down at him with her nasty smile, yet it was arousing for him. It's like that song, "my mind telling me noooo, but my body, my body telling yeaaaaah."

"There? The hell you do?" He touched his bleeding neck, it didn't bleed much as the wound was already clogging.

"Nothing much just a little bitsy curse." She unlocks her legs and elbows the wall behind her causing enough force to make him stumble back a few steps. Dropping down she dragged the confused Mason with her. He was stunned for a moment as he was dragged along. He grew angry as she cleaned her bloody lips with her fingers making sure every drop wasn't wasted.

"A curse? What the f- what am I cursed with?" He stopped and froze her hand to his wrist. "we aren't doing shit until-what the fuck?" He roughly grabbed her arm and accidentally poked a claw through her skin, but at that moment he felt like he got stabbed.

"Surprised? But don't worry you only feel the pain, it is, after all, a small curse." She snickers. "I like pleasure but I also like pain and I love them together." As if to prove the claim she shallowly cuts her forearm with her finger, all of which Mason feels. He grits his teeth. "And you better feel the same otherwise you are going to have a bad time, then again that would just make my time better." She smiles sadistically with predatory eyes.

Mason has dealt with tons of twisted people as a human and from his experience, it is better to play along and go beyond or be hesitant/a bit afraid and let them take you under their wing, but this was just a fucked up kink and not a psychotic hobby. Whatever crazy is crazy.

He breaks the thinning ice holding them together and runs a finger in her long cut. "Cute," he whispers as he smears blood on her lips giving her literal bloodred lips. Taking a moment to appreciate his work he locked eyes with her. He slips a hand to cup her cheek just like he would do to his wife and then gently kiss her once. This seems to have put gasoline on an already lit bonfire. She bites her bloody lip and shakes a bit in excitement.

A dangerous gleam in her eyes, "I don't care anymore," she kicks open the nearest door.

"What the fuck. Ey, fucker! Get lost this room is occupied." A male demon shouts which are accompanied by moans of a female demon and wet clapping sounds.

Mason was caught off guard as he saw how a fat dragon was using a very small prostitute cyclops as a literal fleshlight. She couldn't be bigger than his torso alone. You could see his dick trying to come out of the stomach alien style of the, he would say poor demon but she seems to be pretty into it.

She quickly closed the gap that he didn't even notice her letting go and kicked the dragon out the window with the prostitute still on his dick.

That gotta be a weird way to die, there's no way those small wings could carry him... Whatever. He doesn't think too hard about it, he has a Velvet to deal with which properly should be a lot more terrifying than free falling.

Gesturing to the soggy mattress, "Come on, what are you waiting for?"

"I'm not fucking you like that,"

"haha, funny." She said out of character, "YOU Think... YOU have a. FUCKING CHOICE." He felt a chill for the first time in hell. Her mouth began scattering threads that wiggled like plug-off spider legs. She spawned ropes from under her dress and from her shoulders that pulled him closer. She grew in size, but he remained calm even as he was pulled closer to the horrifying mouth.

He took a deep breath and metaphorically iced his veins. He needed to show power while not aggravating her. And that is actually pretty easy to execute, he would bet she enjoys gutsy and sassiness but apparently dislikes straight defiance. Dislike would be an understatement with the way she looks right now.

He froze the rope pulling him and broke them like glass, " Don't get me wrong. I'm still gonna fuck you like the doll you are, but not on a fucking freshly moist mattress." He goes with confident long strides toward her. It seems to work, she progressively reverts back to her normal self. A form that betrayingly excites his body despite his mind.

He is face to face with the demoness and is completely disregarding his safety. He has a hand on the mattress and incases it in thick ice. "Much better don't ya think?" He asks.

"Hmmm, I don't know, seems kinda... slippery."

Recklessly he steps forward so their bodies are only an inch or two apart, "don't worry your pretty little head, I got that covered."

"Don't push it." She warns with the beginning stages of her demon form, but it's fallen short as she's rubbing her hand on his groin feeling his package.

This is it, what he is about to do is either gonna make it or break it.

"Watch me." He whispers in her ear.

"!" He grabs her by the throat and choke-slams her onto the ice. He can feel the pressure from his grab on her, but that is not what he embraces himself for. As soon as she lands on the ice he feels sharp pains in his back.

He jumps up on top of her, holding her down by her wrists. "Now you won't slip when I fuck you."

He kisses her aggressively but she doesn't kiss back. He is a bit in a panic, wondering what went wrong. But she hasn't done anything yet and he realizes why. She's flexing her entire body. She hasn't recovered from the pain or perhaps she's being assaulted by the chill.

Demons live in high temperatures. If that is true, then she is attacked by the unnatural cold; the best of it all, he doesn't feel it, only the impalement.

"Does babydoll need a break already? I'm disappointed." He mocks, continuing his advantage he bites her neck along with a few licks. An alien impulse urged him to bite through her skin and enjoy the warm irony liquid as he tried to drill his tongue into her bleeding wound.

"!" he gets impaled in his forearms and calves by thin threads belonging to the woman under him. Freeing her and she doesn't spare a moment to grab his ass and back as she pulls herself up to him as a baby would cling to its koala mother.

"It's cute that you think you can beat me at my own game." She began kissing his neck and bit the wound she made before, tearing it up and letting it rebleed as she licks it up like it was liquid gold. "But you are welcome to try." He doesn't know how, but she can make such a seductive voice and face as she releases him to land on the spiked bed making him grimace.

A hand slid down her frame even as the pain from the threads in him was resisting his movement. He in turn feels a warm hand intruding into his pants. He feels her sharp nails being dangerously pressured against his cock as her hand glides along his shaft.

Not to be outdone he gently rubbed her lower lips which made him feel like he was rough in rubbing his own balls. Only it didn't. Velvet was slowly binding his balls in a bind. Stopped when he stopped his hand movement, to encourage him to press on she moaned forcefully and grabbed the back of his neck to pull their bodies together. Her nails penetrated into his nape forcing them to grind their bodies where their sweaty clothes were the only lasting barrier.

Getting tired in his arms he rolled and with a newfound but highly critical at the moment control he smoothed the ice with an undercurve so they wouldn't slip off and most importantly he wouldn't be impaled. He now had a full view of the sneaky bondage happening.

Lifting an eyebrow he only received a sly grin with a pretty wink, "Caught me red-handed what are you gonna do?"

"Criminals belong in cuffs so..." Wait a moment he wasn't gonna have kinky sex with his wife. He needed answers, but that could wait... He could just worry about it tomorrow, right? Surely-

"NO!" Forget that, he tells himself. He mustn't fall for his temptation, he needs answers and he can only force her to answer if she wants him. "I have questions."

"That again? Don't fuck the mood... It was just getting good." She stops feeding from his neck and locks eyes with him. She caresses his cheek and feels him up and down giving him a tempting smile.

Leaving more of her weight on his groin she rubbed herself on his twitching bulge "Why don't you just "relax" and enjoy?" Lowering her head and whispering directly into his ear, "I want you, and I'll certainly enjoy you."

It's... It's too much. How is he supposed to resist? When did he become so vulnerable to temptation? He rips her clothes off and looks at her bare body. With no hesitation even with threads in his arm, he embeds his palm into her modest chest and bites her hard nipple. His own pain enhances his senses as he feels her pinching his own nipple. The combined feeling of getting bitten and pinched sends a shiver down his nerves.

What the hell is he doing? He isn't drunk, he can think and yet it feels too good to stop. He needs just a single answer. And no way in hell would she give him that for free when their sex is over. His only leverage is the fact she wants to fuck him right here and now, he can't lose that until he has an answer.

Shutting his eyes in frustration and pleasure- "Dad..." His eyes shot open. Was that his son? Velvet didn't seem to hear a voice being engrossed in pleasure-pain. Is he losing it? "Dad, I... see you... with mom..."

Doesn't matter if he is. The only thing on his mind right now is the happy hotel, as far as he knows, it is the only way to heaven and properly his best bet.

He pushes her up away from him and sits on top of her, "I-need-a-way-to-contact-the-princess!" he shouts desperately into her face.

Velvet stops moaning in her delightful pleasure-pain and adopts a rather annoyed expression. With narrowed eyes, she asked irritated, "are you really going to do this now?"

"Answer my fucking question or I swear on motherfucking christ I'll throw myself out the fucking window."

"Jeez, alright, fucking drama queen." She digs her nail into his stomach and begins writing a street name and numbers on him.

"You know the location?" He asks through a pained face as he tries to unzip his pants with one hand. His breath is rapid now from before and the jagged cuts into his stomach. His mind gives in to his demon instinct as the pain along with soft touch snares his mind.

"Val has a pet living there." She says disinterestedly, the only thing she cares about at the moment is the coming pleasure-pain. And impatiently she summons more threads that rip his pants to pieces and begins to bind him by his arms and legs.

She grabs his dick in a vice-like grip and begins stroking it not letting up on the pressure. The threads binding him begin to tighten and pull him in four directions pinning him down.

There is only one thing left to be said before he gives in, "Hope-you-wont-hold-it-against-me-if-you-die!" He freezes his unwanted bondage on him and destroys them as he slams his claws into her thigh and his right-hand pushes her other leg up onto his shoulder as he rolls her over, making sure that a new set of short spikes pierce her skin.

"Right back at ya." She starts suffocating him with a hand and sinks her teeth into her own lip while still stroking his dick in her strong grip.

He inserts two of his finger in her sloppy pussy and on the way out he lets his claws scrape her insides. He feels a single thread going into his side past his ribs and the pain is intense as it pierces some of his organs. He screams in pain and grabs the invasive thread.

"Was that too much? You poor boy, we are just getting started." She mocks.

This really isn't fair, he feels the pain she inflicts as well as the ones he inflicts. Luckily ice means nothing to him and he receives no input from fingering her. Honestly any nice and gentle touches he performs aren't returned. The curse totally only returns pain... this bitch.

He has what he wants and now he just has to try to enjoy himself while inflicting pain and ignoring his own. He pulls his fingers out and they are a bit bloody but that doesn't compare to what he has in mind. Tasting the blood and pussy-juice cocktail brings a small unconscious smile to his face. The metallic taste turned him on even more. He forms an ice rod with his bloody hand and in a swift motion penetrates her ass with it.

Her scream was instantly muffled by biting into his shoulder. He increases the moving rod, even if it feels weird for him like taking a giant hard shit that is too big. But seeing her in pain is worth it despite her crushing his shoulder bones with her jaw. Her stroking gets really intense as well as her grip. He multitasks and enjoys her boobs but instantly tenses when the thread in him wiggles. The pleasure of stroking combined with pain actually gives him an orgasm, however, her grip on his dick is so strong that no cum comes out.

"Draw?" He asks. She nods with her teeth still in him tearing his shoulder up even more.

She unlocks her arms and lets go of her bone-crushing bite. "What the hell is that blueish glass?"

"You've never seen ice before?" He asks following the shift in the atmosphere.

"Ice... I forgot. It happens when you've been in hell for as long as I have." She nonchalant answers and Mason just looked dumbfounded. Imagine how much time must have passed to completely forget ice and snow, "I'm a real demon, not like you trash. Tho can't really say that about you."

"What you mean?"

"Most sinners have no power they rely on human weapons, some have shapeshifted powers and very few have actual powers. We aren't just sinners, we thrive, we are overlords."

"Guess you referring to this." He forms a very crude ice form picturing Velvet.

"Ewwww, I'm not even that gross in my demon form." She says surprisingly non-offended while gaging.

"Well fuck you, I've only been a demon for a day." He answers fakely offended.

"That reminds me, ever been in your demon form?" That question caught him off guard.

"I have a demon form?" He looks questionable at her.

"I don't see why not, most overlords have one... I kinda wanna see yours."

"I see... then if you play nice then maybe you can?" He runs his hand along with her frame.

"Play nice?" As if to demonstrate he flips the position with her, so he is at the bottom and she's on top. His vest and his back are soaked in a mixture of blood, water from melted ice and possible love juice not only from Velvet but the two before them.

"I dunno, after feeling the ice... can't say I want the same treatment as your victim."

"Victim?"

"Yeah, that girl you killed." Feeling her slender body up she closes her eyes, "you started with treating her as if she was actually worth shit and fucked her like she wasn't just another bitch. The best part was when you threw her in an ice coffin with no warning and on her high of climax no less. The way she squirmed, screamed and begged to be let out... The sweet look of betrayal and pain, hahahah." A chilling laugh came out of her even Mason felt the chill.

Her eyes burning with reignited passion and Mason was simply mortified. He doesn't remember most of that night, but if she isn't exaggerating then... then... is there even a word for him? Pushing the thoughts into the back of his mind. He focused on her.

"As fun as that was I'm not in the mood unless the sadomasochism bicht wants it."

"!" Mason grunts in pain, he has forgotten all about the thread that is still in him and he just insulted the owner.

"I've never tried it, so let's play nice as you called it."

"And here I thought you were a demoness that could only enjoy pain and suffering," he kissed her neck and rolled her nipple between his fingers.

"I don't like how comfortable you've gotten with me." She glares at him, it would have worried him if it wasn't for the fact she is stroking him and she is doing it gently which was an exaggeration but at least there's no chance of his dick exploding from the pressure.

"You're the one that allows me to. Just draw a line and I will respect it, speaking of which, please allow me to lead."

"Do your thing, rent boy."

She was more than wet enough for him to stick it in then again she would properly enjoy the pain if she wasn't. He found her hips and inserted his manhood into her. Her moans were less pleasing to the ear when they weren't accompanied by her small gasp of pain. He went picked up the speed gradually, not caring about the clapping sound that was made.

Her nails duck into his back as she locked her legs around him. "Uuhhh, Right there, keep going."

He let go of her hips and grabbed her boobs while increasing his thrust and she matched the hard trusting with her hips.

He suddenly pulled himself back and he was now sitting while Velvet went up and down with the help of her ropes. She folded arms around him to regain a proper grip and again pierced his skin with her nails. He folded his arms near her lower back. Their bloody chest touched each other. He hoped that blood type wasn't a thing in hell, but he lost the ability to think straight when Velvet took the initiative to kiss. He completely submitted his tongue to her, letting it follow hers into her mouth. He tensed when she drew blood from his tongue with her teeth and began to suck.

He was getting close to having an orgasm and she must have felt his dick pulsating because she shook her hips even faster and tightened her hold on him.

She departed from her blood-sucking, "Almost there, Don't. Fucking. Finish. Yet."

He didn't know if he could hold it longer, but he wasn't about to disappoint her. He lifted one of his arms and plunged his nails into her back. Her nails dug deeper into his back. He began to slowly pull his hand down her back, it wasn't straight cuts but jagged cuts due to her constant movement up and down. Her back bent backward as his hand moved down lower and lower on her back.

He couldn't hold it any longer and just as he was about to climax, did Velvet's pussy tighten as she also reached climax. Fatigue wash over them as he fell onto his back and she fell on top of him.

"That was dirty." She whispers into his ear.

He turned his head to see her face and it was pretty right now. "We can call it your win."

"Good, but you know we are just getting started and I'm leading this time." Her sweet face was replaced with a sadistic smile.

Mason just hoped he wouldn't get to experience death as he offers his body for the rest of the day.


Well... that was something. It was weird, but also kind of fun to write.

The only important info is that Mason now has the address of the Hazbin Hotel. We also learned that most sinners don't have powers and rely on weapons and gadgets. (I don't know if that's canon or not)