In Hell Part 5

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In Hell Part 5Jenny looked through the window on the silver brothel’s second floor. Not ten minutes ago, there reigned fire. Now, the whole amphitheater was encased in clear blue ice and snow fell from the sky. The sea of lava had retreated well below ground, leaving the city and the stripes of land towering over a dark, endless chasm.Hell had frozen over, just like it had 24 hours earlier. The cries of the wretched had stopped, entombed as they were in snow-covered ice. Jennie was safe within the confines of the whorehouse, her new home, but she still felt the unforgiving cold. Even the bedsheets she had wrapped herself in came as no comfort. She was shivering, chilled to the bone, and she knew why. She needed a man.”Don’t worry, Shinju…” Whispered the Lady of Hell reassuringly. “That man will have finished showering soon. You won’t have to be cold and alone. You’ll be able to lose yourself into his embrace, to let him seduce you, corrupt you, reshape you into his docile, loving sex bunny.”Her all-powerful Queen said as much, but she felt it, too. She was tense, anxious, terribly afraid. Where was her cocksure attitude ? Her devil-may-care confidence ? All gone. She had become like a poor little orphan, yearning for someone to take her in. Not just feed and warm her, either…but truly to give her a new life. She had caught herself wondering if Blaze had a family name, for God’s sake. She wasn’t just ready to let him touch her – she was ready to become his wife, and to change everything she was if he’d just love her.The worst part was that Jennie was conscious of how much the tattoo and Methalia’s suggestions had turned her into a gaping hole waiting to be filled. She wanted to put herself together, to escape, brave the icy exterior to find someone who could revert the spell. But all her habitual fire was now a mere ember in the back of her mind. What she truly, intensely longed for was for the bathroom’s door to finally open.When it did, she was out of the bed in an instant. It took all the remnants of her once overflowing willpower to stop herself from running into his arms. So she was just there, in the love hotel room of crimson and gold, standing up naked in front of a demon.”Good grief, Jennie.” Sighed Blaze as he saw her look of utter confusion. “I’m not gonna hurt you…””You’re gonna help Her change me.””Gonna happen anyway, k**do.”He stepped forward. She stepped back.”No, no no no no don’t, I don’t want…”The big red demon caught her in one swift move, and hug her tight. Jennie shrieked and struggled, desperate to break away from the process…But it was too late. “Let me go let me goooo ! I don’t bursa escort wanna change I don’t…don’t…oooooooooh…?”All of a sudden, Blaze’s warmth penetrated her and she felt every muscle in her body relax. Her thoughts slowed down, awash in a flood of pleasant feelings. She felt his muscles, his virile strength, his mighty hands keeping her safe.”Yes…that’s it. You don’t need strong, lying Jennie any more. You’re a girl. Just a silly young thing. You were born to love and be loved, Shinju…You don’t need to think. You trust him. You trust him with everything. Just let go, he will take care of you…”In the midst of this wonderful warmth, Queen Methalia’s words felt soothing. The strong man would take care of her. Wasn’t that a good thing ? She looked at him with big doe eyes and gasped. He was so sexy and manly. She had slept with a good handful of manly men, but him…He was so radiant! He made her feel weak in her stomach… He made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world. She knew how to lead men by the dick, but in the arms of such a stud…she just felt virginal, helpless, and really kind of silly.Her head was swimming. She needed to say something, anything… he was to take care of her after all. She wanted to thank him so much… but what to say ? The truth, of course… he looked so smart, too smart to be fooled by a silly girl like her.”I…I love you…” Confessed Jennie.”I know, sugar. I know.”He pulled her up, and gave her a slow, sensuous kiss. Jennie’s world exploded with joy. The man she loved liked her! The girl felt right, complete, at peace. She felt reborn. She didn’t have to feel cold ever again. He was the One. She was his girl. When he broke the kiss, she was blushing, her face graced with the beautiful smile of a girl in love. She looked at him. So beautiful, so strong… Jennie wanted it all. She realized she would go to the end of the Earth with him. Or Hell, as it were. Consequences be damned. No concession would be too great. She was devoted to him. She would change her name to please him.”I…I’m ready.””Ready for what, pumpkin ?” Smiled Blaze. He loved this part of the Methalia girls.”Well…” She pouted. “You know, that thing…””You mean you’re ready to give me your virginity ?””Hmm hmm!” She nodded, lips pinched, like a stereotypical good girl.Suddenly, Jennie stopped. Something wasn’t right. The waking dream was dispelled, at least enough for Jennie to remember who she was.”Wait…I’m not a virgin !”Blaze laughed softly. For all her sudden lucidity, the nascent succubus still hugged him tight.”Succubi are everything men want women to be.” He explained. “They’re bursa escort bayan the ideal of femininity, the perfect answers for the boy’s dreams. Methalia and her subjects represent the virgins. They are innocence, the vulnerable naivete that falls so easily to temptation. They’re the rich girl men can easily seduce and reshape to their will. Every man they meet is their first love. Every sex they have is their first time. You’re a ticking time bomb of corruption and wild passion under the guise of a cute, pure girl.”Jenny gulped. Cute? Her? How the fuck did she come under this Methalia’s reign again?”So yes, you’re a virgin, and you’re about to find out for the first time how good sex feels.”Jenny was on all fours on the fluffy bed, a mirror right in front of her. The man she loved wanted her to see how much prettier a girl got when she was in the throes of pleasure. She didn’t believe it at first. How could she ? Being pretty was as foreign to her as being honest. And yet, the Jennie in the mirror had… something. She was being ravished from behind, doggy style, but her vacant, confused expression was prettier than anything she remembered. It was in her sparkly, lovey eyes, and the scarlet blush on her cheeks. It was an expression of pure, simple happiness.She wasn’t really surprised to look this… special, really. All her concerns, all her fears about Hell, had been thoroughly dispelled when Blaze – her beloved – popped her little cherry. She thought she knew what sex was… but this couldn’t be right. She knew she had never felt so good, so complete before. It wasn’t a fun romp, it was a gentle melding that love intensified to the heavens. All she knew and cared about on Earth… it was nothing. This was life. This was love.”Aaaahn… I love you sssoooooo muuuuch…”Her smile in the mirror was nothing but pure radiance. The rose tattoos on her temples were glowing, helping Jennie to accept this fucking as the best moment of her entire life, and the only moment worth building from. It was blurring the love for performing on stage, the excitement when pulling off a con, rebuilding her subconscious after the sweet pleasure. Jennie’s mind floated in the absolute, devoted love for Blaze, each feeling of selflessness and submission reinforced by the waves of pleasures and the powerful murmur of her Queen.”Be reborn, Shinju… The devotion feels so nice, and the orgasms make you so ditzy… You’re just a girl. Just a soft, silly girl. You need men to tell you what to do, what to be… So soft, so cute…”And for the first time… the warmth in her heart, the butterflies in her tummy, the simplicity in her escort bursa head converged…”Y…yes, my Queen…” She whispered between two moans.”That’s it, don’t think… Feel. Accept.””Yes…Yes…Aaaaah…”The entire tattoo glowed, and each pound of her beloved’s delicious dick plateaued, steadily building to an orgasm the likes of which she had never experienced. Confused, and a little afraid by the alien, overwhelming sensation, she opened her eyes… Only to see she had gotten decidedly prettier. Too much so.”Oh… Oh my God, no… I’m changing!””Yes, Shinju, you’re turning into your new succubic persona.””But I don’t want to…” She whined, her dignity trying for a last-ditch struggle. “And I’m Jennie!””Really ? Shinju’s really cute, though…””Do…you think so ?”Shinju… Shinju… It was cute, and it went better with the smooth, olive skin that began to replace her otiginal face, and the shorter but so silky jet black hair…Her eyes were so big, and yet narrow at the same time… How could it be ? She looked barely legal, and absolutely not caucasian. She was…”…I am Asian…???””Of course you are. Does Shinju sound British?””But I am British…””Is that so? Because I love cute Japanese girls…” Whispered the red-skinned demon to her softened mind.The effect was immediate. She loved him. She loved him too much to hang on. She wanted to be his ideal girl. Without even consciously choosing to do so, she squeaked, rushing to cover her mistake.”British? No, no, I meant Japanese, I’m Japanese! I’m Shinju!” She swore enthusiastic like a c***d caught lying.”Really?” He smiled, taking her face between his hands and pointing her to the mirror. “So that’s the true you, then?””Yes ! Yes, this is me, I swear ! I’m Shinju!”Her addled mind didn’t have the time to create a small alibi, a rationalization to explain why she lied about who she was. Her pussy exploded, blasting her thoughts away, sending her whole body into her first orgasm as a succubus.”Aaaaaaahng! Nngaaaaah! AAAAAAAAAHH!”It was astronomical. Seconds of uninterrupted, unadulterated passion, carving itself into her very soul, cementing everything that had led to it as a new normality. The name Shinju reverberated through her whole mind, leaving an indelible imprint.”Aaaah…”She fell on the bedsheets, nestled in mindless afterglow. Blaze wiped the sweat of his brow and disengaged, knowing this was a critical moment in the life of a new succubus. She needed to incubate a bit, internalize all she had learned the best she could before she woke up and the conscious mind took over again. She would be Jennie again, but her true identity would be here, as a layer in her subconscious, ready to be awoken with a man’s touch and nurtured until the lucky girl was ready to accept her new nature as a virgin of Hell.It wasn’t a short process, but Hell had all the time it needed.

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