Not So Different, yet as Different as Can Possibly Be

8-The Fiendish Feast

Adrien rubbed his hands together as he looked around. "If we're in Hell, then why, uhm, how do I put this, Hell is supposed to be full of suffering sinners-"

"And it is," the hostess clarified.

"Then, well, where are they? No disrespect, but this food is pretty good and I thought there would be more pits of fire and stuff.

   "Oh, we've got those, but not here. This is my palace, see, and while I enjoy torturing the wicked as much as the next demon, I can't do it all the time. And all that screaming is bad for digestion, let me tell you."

   Adrien coughed a little. "So, um, can I go home now?"

   His hostess covered her food filled mouth with a napkin as she laughed. She swallowed and asked "don't you want to eat some more first? We have every food, sugar, every food."

   Adrien furrowed his eyebrows. "Every food?"

   She smiled. "That's right. What do you want to eat?"

   He looked her in the eye for a moment, and then quickly looked away, blushing once more.

   She understood immediately. "Oh, I see."

   "I, I'm sorry, I-"

   "No, stop, I know what you want, and honestly, I kinda want it too. I might be a demon of gluttony, but I dabble in lust on occasion, and I feel like dabbling now. So let's put all this rambling aside and just get to it, ok sugar?

   Adrien stared at her transfixed. She was so bold, so forward. She knew exactly what she wanted, and was not afraid to say what it was. It was devilishly attractive, to the point where all he could do was say "ok," in a quiet little voice.

   "Wonderful," she told him, "we'll have a full three course meal with a small dessert at the end." She snapped her fingers, and through a door came five small hooved women with pig like noses and skin in various shades of red.

   "My imps will prepare the first course while I go get myself ready. See you soon sugar." And with that, she got up from the table and walked through a different door as the imps stared intently at Adrien.

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   The demoness returned to the dining room ten minutes later in a far more erotic dress and a pair of very high heels that were tailored to fit her hooves. She looked at the table and smiled. The first course looked simply delicious.

   Adrien was naked. He had never been naked in front of a woman before, and it made him hard. He was lying on his back, his legs spread and his arms crossed beneath him.

   And covering his body were various fruits and desert toppings. Kiwi slices on his nipples, a single chocolate chip on his belly button, a line of syrup in a line from his sternum to his navel, whipped cream all across his pubic hair line, a pineapple ring around the base of his penis, caramel drizzled all over the inside of his thighs, chocolate sauce coating his balls, and much more besides.

   There was also an apple in his mouth, but that was more for the humiliation factor than for enticement.

   The demoness licked her lips at the sweet sight before her. "You did a great job preparing my first course," she told the imps. "You deserve a reward."

   She walked over to Adrien and smiled evily. "Well sugar, what do you say we let these hard workers play with themselves while they watch us feast, would you like that? Wink with your right eye for yes, and your left eye for no."