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Imagine being underneath this man, utterly prone as he pins you down with his body while he fucks into you from behind.

You can't do anything but grip the sheets as he pistons into you, practically forcing your pretty pussy to take the shape of his cock with every thrust. The rough wet smacks and the actual impact of his hips slamming down into you has your toes curling and moans perpetually in the air.

Hell was...a lot more tamer than you thought it would be.

Not that it was actually tame by any means, but...it wasn’t as stuffy as you thought? No, that wasn’t the right way to describe it either…

Long story short, it wasn’t filled with demons who tortured sinners, but rather sinners who turned into demons and tortured each other by living in a sort of anarchist state ruled by Lucifer and other demon lords. Hell was a free-for-all territory where only the strong survived and the weak were either eradicated by the yearly purge from ‘angels’ or killed by other demons.

Had you not been so lucky as to transmigrate in your game avatar’s body then you’d probably be unlucky enough to materialize as an imp, the lowest of the low in the demonic hierarchy here. Thankfully you were a dragon, with scales that were practically impervious to most magic and impenetrable against almost any weapon, and an innate affinity for conducting magic alongside a shit ton of other abilities generally associated with dragonkin.

All in all, you could have been given a much worse situation than the one you were in now. Like, you could be an ordinary fragile human summoned in hell without any way to protect yourself so you’d need to perhaps make a pact with some random powerful demon just to ensure your continued survival even if it meant you were basically signing your soul away to them.

So you supposed life in the netherworld wasn’t all that bad.

Besides, you felt more relaxed and at peace than you had in years. You lived in a quaint bungalow-style house just beside some place called the “Happy Hotel” which you managed to buy for cheap for some reason. Apparently the lot where your house now stood was once another building, but got destroyed by either a turf war, extermination, or freak accident. Either way, you didn’t really care since it meant you now had your own home. 

At first there were some foolish enough to try and burglarize or vandalize your home, but that was quickly rectified after you personally decorated the front gates with their severed heads. A little magic can do wonders to preserve once living bodies and extinguish foul odors.

Your new life consisted of waking up, gardening, reading, cooking, and pretty much every hobby you never had time to cultivate when you were still a simple wage slave. 

And so you passed your first days in hell quietly and without any incident.

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“...W̷H̷O̷ D̷I̷D̷ I̷T̷???!!!¿¿¿¡¡¡”

The Happy Hotel’s residents turned at the sound of a new voice entering the scene, spotting a draconian young woman standing in front of the tattered ruins of what was once a house that stood just beside the hotel.

“Ah, one of my lazers misfired earlier, but it was good target practice...Well, I suppose you owe me thanks for destroying your house without you in it, missy—”

“[̵̗͓͔̔Ḭ̷͕̓͑̏̈́̕g̷̳̱̎̐̽̕̚͜ṅ̶̜̼̮̑͛ì̴̡̮̮̳̫ș̷̐͝]̷̺̌̆̉”

As if Alastor’s beatdown wasn’t enough for him, Sir Pentious was simply unfortunate enough to earn your ire today and get a taste of what it meant to be the <<𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐠𝐠𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥>> .

A small purple flame flickered into existence on the palm of your hand before swiftly speeding through the air and making contact with Sir Pentious, igniting the serpentine demon in a blaze of malevolent fire and smoke.

While everyone else was preoccupied with the smoldering remains of the serpentine demon, a certain overlord had his sights set on you instead as an eerie grin settled on his face.

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“You didn’t tell me something like this was going to happen!”

“Ahh, but sweetheart I couldn’t have known such a fact when I’ve never tumbled in the sheets with anyone before and nor did I want to…” the radio demon ran the back of his clawed finger against your cheek, feeling the heat that radiated from your body in waves. “...until I saw your pretty little face and experienced for myself just how much of a spitfire you are.”

And how fierce you were indeed, with power that easily dwarfed his own and much of hell’s every other notable powerhouse, but beyond the raw strength was a soft sort of kindness he hasn’t experienced in decades. It was the sort that would have anyone lowering their guards and baring their whole being to the small sliver of light you possessed despite living in a world as bleak as hell. 

“...didn’t you at least research about your body’s capabilities?”

“Of course I did, but it’s not as if I was testing out my body’s skills with a roll in the hay every now and then. AHAHAHA!”

“Hey! Be serious about this, Alastor…”

The red-haired demon chuckled, the constant static fuzz that accompanied his voice warping the sound as he wrapped his wiry arms around your soft waist to pull you even closer if that was still possible in this situation. Alastor made sure to not to jostle the hard cock plugged into your cunt, the fat knot at the base having slipped in earlier and preventing either of you from disentangling with one another. 

You shivered as each movement from either of you made you feel just how much cum he’d poured into you after each time he came until this final round made you both realize that he did in fact, have a knot.

Such a thing shouldn’t have come as too much of a surprise considering that he was rutting and you were in heat, but a pair of inexperienced virgins (one of choice and one of circumstance) could only think so far.

Your tummy looked a little bloated and even sported a little bulge because your mate was still piercing the thickness of his cock into your tight walls, unable to leave thanks to the combined efforts of both your bodies to ensure conception.

You knew you should be more worried, but your body was sending signals to your already tired brain that this is what you wanted, this is what you were made for. Having such a strong and capable mate such as Alastor also eased your worries, the man releasing low rumbles of happiness from his chest and receiving satisfied chirps from you.

“If it makes you feel any better, I wouldn’t want to share this experience with anyone other than the most charming belle in all of hell. (That’s you!)” He rubs the swell of your belly with deft and gentle fingers.

“Why don’t you close those pretty eyes for me? Get some rest in the meantime, dearest. We still have much to enjoy and continue later…”

While most beings found any face he made to be utterly terrifying, you simply thought that the rows of pointed teeth and thin lips set into a beaming smile looked stunningly handsome on the demon.