Gift For Satan

Arthur did not enjoy the pain. It took less than a second for him to realize that. Every cell in his body did not enjoy the pain, because it felt like he was on fire, both inside and out. He wanted to scream or cry or curl up in a ball and pretend none of this was happening. He even wanted to turn back and save himself the humiliation of what he already knew in his heart. Instead, his soul rose and looked around the new world with mild apprehension and nothing more.

“Where are we?” Arthur inquired, as his eyes scanned blue sand, green and red waters, and a light, grey sky with an imperceptible dot that must have been the planet’s sun.

“Welcome to Hell, my friend,” Satan responded. “Is it everything you hoped it would be?”

“There’s no fire,” Arthur observed. “And no brimstone. I’m confused…”

“You’re lucky there’s air,” Satan began. “Our old Hell was hectic and over jammed, so after we had enough guys from NASA sell there souls to get not one, but ten men on the moon, we moved the whole operation here.”

“Where is here exactly?” Arthur murmured. “I’ve been involved in a lot of mythology, but I’ve never heard of anywhere that looked like this.”

“Well, that’s because we’re in Northern Hell,” Satan observed. “You can only see the rings from Southern Hell. Welcome to Saturn.”

“The ground on Saturn isn’t blue. I’ve seen pictures.”

“You’ve seen the pictures we let you have.”

“Oh hardy har, har. All right. I’ll play along. We’re on Saturn, in Northern Hell. Where’s Victory?”

Satan sighed. “Suddenly you’re all business. Follow me…”

He turned and headed for a structure that looked surprisingly like a beach house. Inside it was dark and empty, save for a computer with a scrolling Marquee Display screen saver that read, “Who would you like to damn today?” Arthur in the doorway as Satan entered and went to the computer. All that the scientist could hear were fingers on keys as Satan made a quick inquiry with the computer.

“Hm… It seems she’s right where I expected,” Satan nodded, as he walked back toward Arthur. “Let’s go, shall we?”

“I’ve given up on arguing with you,” Arthur shrugged, as Satan grabbed his forearm.

There was a flash of flame around them before Arthur found himself in a strange hallway that reminded him greatly of the inside of a dragon’s mouth. Tooth like pillars stood against the red and orange walls. The scent of blood and sulfur were so heavy in the air, Arthur found it hard to breath without gagging. Satan only gave him a handful of seconds to adjust to his surroundings before he began leading him.

“Where are we?” Arthur muttered.

“This is the West Hall of our Central Compound,” Satan sighed. “It is home the upper management I mention earlier, but they know me here, so no one will say anything if they see us.”

“That’s good, I guess,” Arthur nodded.

“They’ll just assume I’m bringing in another sexual conquest for our CEO,” he added, with very little humor.

“You’re the one who brings people to Lucifer?” Arthur demanded.

“Normally yes, but in your woman’s case, Lucifer picked her out,” Satan shrugged. “He got a copy of her brother’s file, because Spawn has been wreaking havoc with that sword of his… Apparently it can eat Demons’ souls now, thanks to that delightful girl you made.”

“She purified a Soul Stealer?” Arthur asked with awe.

“And her brother to an extent,” Satan added. “Having such high power in a Mortal really got my Lord’s attention. When he looked into it further, he decided she was a worthy conquest to hunt, stuff, and mount on the wall.” Again he used his perverse double meanings, but as before the wordplay was lost on Arthur’s anger.

“I see… I’ll have to pay Spawn a little visit at some point…”

“Our research indicates that even with his soul purified he’s still Hell bound, so if you’re willing to wait in the lobby for about eight thousand, five hundred years…”

“Hell thinks Spawn is going to live four thousand, five hundred years?”

“He has a Demon-Soul Stealer. We’re certainly not going to try to rush him. Now shut up. We’re about to begin treading on sensitive ground…”

Arthur’s eyes traveled to the end of the hall where he saw an enormous, dark red door. An almost supernatural, orange glow seeped from below the heavy wood. As they drew near his ears caught a strange sound… Victory was laughing just slightly. The sound slowed and began to deepen… He could feel her transition between Human and Dragon form, even from so far down the hall. As they drew near he could hear the Dragon giving deep, rumbling growls that were streaming together in some kind of Draconian purr.

Satan did his best not to smile at the expression on Arthur’s face. He looked so helpless… so vulnerable… so embarrassed… like a teenager who just spilled his lunch on himself in front of a full cafeteria. However, Satan could also see underneath that helplessness where the anger lay. He wasn’t sure whom Arthur was truly angry at… It could be any number of people.

The thought didn’t make Satan hesitate when they reached the doorway. Slowly… silently he pushed the door open a crack and peered in. As he expected, Lucifer was too distracted to care. Pale skin contrasted against reptilian scales as the Lord of Hell pressed himself into the Dragon-Girl’s body. Her head was thrown back and her horns were piercing the stone. That terrible purring was only growing worse as Satan pulled Arthur forward to look through the opening.

Arthur’s expression fell to complete disappointment as his eyes watched the perfect skin he crafted so diligently when she was a child being tainted. Victory was meant to be so much more… so much better, yet she settled to the bottom just like the rest. Pain slid over his face afterward and he fought his way back out of the doorway. Satan paused to take one last hateful glance at his Master with that Dragon’s tail wrapped around his back before he followed Arthur.

“Was it all that you hoped for?” Satan hissed, grabbing Arthur’s arm.

“Leave me alone,” Arthur muttered. “I just want to go home…”

“Well that’s just too bad,” Satan stated. “You promised if I took you to her you would give me what I want from you.”

“How can you even expect me to submit to you after seeing that?” Arthur demanded.

“You’re tired of being the one waiting and fighting for a love that can never be yours,” Satan told him. “I’m only offering you some release… some kind of escape from a life of peering through a microscope, trying to find perfection, but never being able to touch it.”

“It’s nothing like that…” Arthur argued, though he knew Satan was right. He refused to be rescued by, literally, the Devil’s Advocate.

“Honestly, you’re just like Dr. Frankenstein. Though your monsters are more interesting to look at, the end result is still the same. Every time they spite you… they escape and lead those nasty villagers back to you. You’re nothing but a living, breathing stereotype and I’m offering you something you will never have a chance at again.”

Constant rejection made him weak. Anger made him shallow. Fear made him malleable. Longing and pining made him want what Satan was willing to give him, even if it cost him everything he had left. “Yes…”

Satan smiled as he grabbed Arthur’s collar with both hands and pulled him down. He crushed him lips against Arthur’s, wanting to bite him and draw blood. He had so many plans for the scientist coursing through him before he felt Arthur struggling again. With considerable frustration Satan made a choice. Fire swirled around them and they arrived in a room designed with all of Satan’s possible plans in mind.

“I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, agreeing to come here with you,” Arthur shook his head. “But I want to go home now. I really don’t want to be here and I definitely don’t want to be with you.”

“At this point you don’t get that option, my Dear.” Satan used his left hand to grab all of Arthur’s hair together, while his other took a more familiar posture on the taller man’s chin. “You rode the train to the end of the line.” His right hand slid down Arthur’s neck and his nails began to tear the black fabric of Arthur’s shirt. “Now it’s time to…” His nails finished ripping Arthur’s shirt and he gripped the top of Arthur’s pants. “…finally get off…”

Arthur shuddered at the heat on his bare chest. Words vibrated across skin that only a handful of women had touched before. He wanted to fight as Satan’s fingers began unbuttoning his pants. As he began to growl however, Satan jerked Arthur’s hair and led him backward toward an exposed vertical pipe, similar to a “stripper pole”. Arthur caught a whimper before it passed through his throat and simply bit his tongue. He needed some leverage… so he would settle for grabbing that pole and then trying to kick Satan’s ass…

Satan smiled as he caught Arthur’s hand out of the corner of his eye. He thought he could just grab that pole and force Satan off his lush form? What a joke… Satan smirked as he recalled what would happen as soon as Arthur touched the “metal”. Once flesh touched the pole it would produce tendrils that would grab the limb and partially meld into it. Satan briefly considered what it might do to a Shapeshifter who sometimes became entirely insubstantial… Another brief moment passed and Satan remembered he didn’t really care.

As soon as Arthur’s finger coiled around the smooth, cool metal he began to feel pain in his palm. Something stung… and it stung badly. He tried to pull away, but found the painful metal only extended further onto his flesh. Satan stepped back and watched as Arthur attempted to struggle free. He began turning his hand insubstantial, but that only allowed the pain to become internal. It was a trap and no matter what his power he couldn’t escape…

“My, my,” Satan smirked. “I had no idea how pretty you looked when you were in pain. Those gold eyes shine much brighter when the pain is physical.”

“Shut up, Demon,” Arthur growled, as he tried to morph his hand into something that wouldn’t allow the metal to continue in and around his wrist.

“When you were hurt earlier you buried it inside and your eyes looked dull,” Satan continued. “But now you’re letting it flow out. Your pain is so gorgeous… I almost want to just claw your skin to see it bleed…” His eyes seemed to darken. “You’d look good painted red.”

Arthur froze at that tone. He’d only heard it once before and that was from Spawn before the Hybrid tried to kill him. During that encounter, only shapeshifting had saved him and now that was only another way to increase his pain. He restored his limb to normal and stood up at his full height, looking down at Satan. His free hand hung dead at his side while the other began to feel numb.

“Stronger men have tried to break me in worse ways,” he told Satan. “You can’t make me fear you… only hate you.” He paused as he considered where he heard those words before. They were spoken to him once and pierced him worse than any weapon could. He only hoped the Demon would feel something…

Satan did seem startled as he looked up and felt those gold eyes cut through him. “I don’t need you hating me,” he muttered, before he walked over and buried his hand in the long, silky green hair again. “Come down here and maybe we can both feel a little better about all of this.”

Arthur considered protesting, but the best strategy for getting his left hand back was to play along. He lowered his head and realized how strange it felt not to have his hair in his eyes. The thought faded quickly as those hungry lips began to devour him. The taste of fire and blood was on his lips as Satan’s tongue slid over them. Arthur submitted quickly, hoping to get things over with…

As Satan finished unzipping Arthur’s pants one-handed, the scientist got a familiar, sick feeling he got whenever sex was approaching. His stomach seemed to drop out, as if he was riding the rollercoaster for the first time. Copper and heat filled his mouth as sharp nails traced swirls over his abs. He could feel Satan’s mouth curve into a smile as he stepped back and looked at him.

“What?” Arthur barely whispered.

“You look really fuckable,” Satan smirked. “Your hair is all pushed back except for a few bits that hang in front of your eyes. Damn those eyes and your expression… a little vacant and a little hungry. Your shirt is torn open and you crafted yourself an amazing body, even if you made yourself freakishly tall… Black pants unzipped enough to tease, but not enough to show, going down into those black boots… I’m really going to enjoy this.”

“Then just do it already,” Arthur responded, trying to pretend the words didn’t strike him. At least as a Shapeshifter he didn’t need to worry about blushing involuntarily…

“Straight to the point,” Satan smirked. “You’d be a man after my heart, if I believed I had a heart the living could still touch.” He stepped back over and ran his claws over Arthur’s clothing, cutting the seams so it all fell away. “Un-fucking-believable… You’re hair is naturally green…”

Now Arthur was really embarrassed as he looked at his hand. He could feel dark eyes looking at the scruffy green curls that grew around his manhood. “Before my hair was naturally green,” he responded. “After the experiment technically anything is natural for me…”

Any further words were stolen as Arthur felt the fiery tongue licking its way along his collarbone to his throat. By instinct his hands flew to Satan’s dark hair. The Demon seemed not to mind as he ran his teeth over Arthur’s chest, putting small bites onto his pecs and abs. Arthur’s breath stuck mildly as he felt Satan exhale over his hardened member. Out of habit he always created himself intact… not just the shell, but all the nerves, though he could choose not to. Suddenly he was thankful he had as he felt that heat begin to surround his tense and ready cock.

Colors flashed in his eyes as Satan’s lips passed over him. Without thinking he quickly pulled the Demon from his flesh. “You don’t have to…” Arthur told him.

“Please,” Satan laughed. “It’s not like I’m a blow job enthusiast, though you’re far from special. I just love seeing how helpless people are in the throws of lust… let alone the knowledge that I’m the source of their weakness.” He tilted his head back and seemed to almost glow at the thought. “Don’t worry… We’ll get more intense activities later.”

Arthur did not feel reassured as Satan returned to kneeling. He shivered and his free hand found its way back into Satan’s hair. Arthur’s hips bucked by instinct as Satan’s tongue slid teasingly along the underside of his cock. Something in him was fighting the pleasure of it, but he did his best to ignore and quell that side of his mind as he felt fingertips toying with the base while Satan put mild suction on the tip… Satan was teasing this time… and teasing well…

Arthur’s hips shifted forward, but Satan only shifted back, leaving him right on the edge of pleasure. Arthur’s lust became more acute with every little flick of Satan’s tongue… every time a black fingernail brushed against his coarse hairs… every second he was not buried up to the hilt in the sweet heat that was Satan. Arthur fought to control himself, but the more his lover slid that serpentine tongue along the especially sensitive underside of his erection, the more Arthur wanted yank Satan’s hair and force him down further.

Satan did his best not to smile as he felt the intense pressure building, both in Arthur’s body and in his mind. Eventually something would give… Arthur would either force him or beg him… Either was a good option… Instead he saw the Shapeshifter tilt his head forward, letting his long hair slip passed his sides and hang around his face. He seemed less feeling once he allowed himself to be shielded by that green curtain… Just as Satan was about to climb up and rip the emerald locks from his skull, something in him froze.

In the shadows he saw something reflective. Arthur’s eyes weren’t dead like he thought they would be. His eyes seemed to glow as the light caught his tears… Tears? Satan looked up, slowly his bobbing and watched at the saltwater slid down Arthur’s cheeks. The man noticed he was being watched and tilted his head back, letting his hair soak up his shame. Words came passed his lips in a dark hiss. “Just do it…”

Satan hesitated before he realized what Arthur meant. He wanted him to finish… That was all he needed to hear before he quickly accepted Arthur’s entire length into his mouth. He felt his tongue flex and start to rub the underside as he opened his throat slightly. He hadn’t realized until he felt Arthur’s body spasming and bucking quite how well proportioned he was… 6’7” and built to suit his frame… built to make any Demon smile.

A sound half like a growl, half like a moan pulsed passed Arthur’s lips and his upper half fluctuated in stability as he neared his release. He felt very animal… very primal… He felt like he was in control, even though he was so far from it. Sexual release… orgasm… It had been a long time since he’d been with someone else for it… He resisted the urge to blush or push Satan away. He needed it… wanted it… had asked for it.

Arthur roared and slumped back with his spine going rubbery as he finally came. Satan slowly lowered him to the floor and grinned as he knelt over him. “My, my… you were so full of anger…” He reached to Arthur’s hand that was bonded to the pole. He slid the limb down near the floor. “And now you’re completely mine.”

“Oh shit,” Arthur muttered, as he realized how he was stuck. “How did you get naked so quickly?”

“I’ll tell you that secret later,” Satan purred. “But right now, you have some paying back to do…”

Arthur shivered and almost started struggling away. However, he froze as he felt the hardness pressed against his hip… the legs, arms, and torso moving down his body, creating heat and friction. “What are you planning?”

“I’m planning to finally take what is owed to me…”

Arthur hesitated as he felt Satan’s index finger on his lower lip. The claws seemed to lessen in sharpness, so he relented and let his tongue snake out to lick Satan’s finger. The Demon smiled and let the Shapeshifter lick his finger and coat it with clear saliva. As he took his hand back he saw Arthur cringe. So his nerdy, scientist friend knew a trick or two… at least he wasn’t completely inexperienced.

Arthur tried to relax as he felt the moist finger probe around his entrance. Uke… he could feel the word hiss from between Satan’s lips as his body went soft to the Demon’s touch. Penetration… heat… perfectly crafted nerve endings being teased by the Prince of Darkness. Arthur felt it rising in him… something animal. As a second finger scissored into him with the first, Arthur felt his life spiraling in around him then exploding outward into a white-hot mess. He was already growing hard, pressed between himself and Satan’s chest.

Satan smirked as he finished stretching Arthur’s body to fit his needs. His erection throbbed and strained wanting release buried in the Shapeshifter’s unspoiled flesh. No one could take a single second of this from him… He spread Arthur’s legs and smiled as he saw the scientist hiding behind his green locks. Sweat glistened on exposed abs and thighs. Satan knew, as his claw-like nails ran down Arthur’s abdomen no woman would ever be able to compare.

Without further hesitation he buried himself to the hilt in Arthur’s heat. The green-haired man called out, half in pain, half in shock before Satan’s lips touched his earlobe. Instinct was taking over as Arthur’s body adapted to suit Satan’s needs, making him smaller… One hand grabbed his neck and the other began to stroke his fresh hardness. Arthur wanted to scream in mixed pleasure and pain as Satan rocked in and out of him. Every motion was fluid… was practiced… was perfect.

Satisfaction… sadism… Satan had to draw out every second he could of this. Arthur was perfectly tight and fresh. Any Mortal would quiver and break beneath the full onslaught of Satan’s lust, but Arthur’s body only made itself appropriately stronger. Satan rammed harder… faster… wanting to reach his peak… his Everest of sex. His hand clenched tight, pressing his rough palm into Arthur’s sensitive skin. Muscles clenched out of instinct around him…

Arthur felt that primal satisfaction again. He couldn’t think, but every nerve was wide-awake, screaming at him. Uke… he could understand a woman’s pain without a woman’s body. It never occurred to him before… if he was with a man, he chose to be a woman, but only twice did he allow his skin to feel the tainted caress of male flesh within it. This, the third, was the charm as his body went electric. His insides went white hot as he felt Satan’s fist clench and tear release from within him.

Satan growled as he fought Arthur down. The scientist’s entire body arched up as he came a second time. Satan’s breath came ragged as his manhood wrenched within the contorting form. A bark broke from his lips as he touched the edge of ecstasy, brought there by a perfect freak of nature. He felt Arthur shuddered below and around him as perfection rolled out and he spilled his hot seed deep within his perfect Uke…

“Seme,” Arthur murmured, feeling Satan collapse onto him. He dared not to move as Satan’s head lay on his chest. Both men were gasping as the hot, white ooze sank into their flesh and left streaks in their sweat. “You’re good.”

“No, the point is I’m evil,” Satan responded. He hardly sounded tough, exhausted and cradled in Arthur’s free arm. “What’s your excuse?”

“Shapeshifting,” Arthur shrugged. “My body changes… I’ve been a woman before.”

At the word woman, Satan tensed. “Right… All of this was about a woman, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” Arthur nodded as he and Satan sat up. “It was about the only woman…”

“You’re quite the dramatist…” Satan shook his head at him. “Earlier you asked how I got naked so quickly…” He ran his hands over Arthur’s eyes. “It’s because here energy acts differently. You’re only a soul, so you appear as you would in your mind, see?”

Arthur looked down and found himself dressed in his old clothes, which he swore Satan shredded. “I see…” His eyes landed on a freshly dressed Satan, in silk pajamas and they were suddenly lying on a bed.

“And I appeared nude because I altered your perception of me… The soul is solid and the body is essence, if that makes sense…”

“I think it does…”

“Good…” Satan momentarily looked mournful. “I want to do you a favor, and in effect do myself a favor as well… Are you willing to help me out?”

Arthur nodded. “Yes, I’ll help you.”

“This whole interplay was about intrigue and jealousy. I thought I could have you and somehow affect Victory, but she’s fully within my Lord’s control. Only a strong figure from her past can break that control…”

“Right.” Arthur climbed off the bed and headed for the door. “Thanks… for everything.”

Satan only smirked. “It was my pleasure…” He watched with mild interest as Arthur returned to the red-orange hall that stank of blood and fire. “Good luck, Shapeshifter…”

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Arthur stood outside the door for only a few seconds before he threw it open. The sound of a girlish laugh cut off as Lucifer threw Victory onto the sheets and faced him. A Fallen Angel faced a Shapeshifter, with anger in his eyes. The outrage… the wrath that would follow… Arthur ignored the possibility of his own demise as he watched Victory kneel behind the Lord of Hell. Her orange eyes were curious as she cocked her head to the side.

“Just who in all of Hell do you think you are?” Lucifer demanded, with eyes that glowed like emerald fire.

However, Arthur only shook his head and looked passed the most powerful force of evil in the known universe. “Now Victory… you have to be kidding around with this,” he murmured. “Your normal, barely legal, jail bait, action heroes are one thing, but this guy… he’s old as time itself and almost entirely malicious… As your friend and creator I feel it is my responsibility to intervene and request you go home to think this over.”

Victory looked entirely befuddled as Lucifer approached Arthur. The King of the Demons prepared to kill him in one attack, but as he swung, Arthur’s body became like a liquid and splashed along the tiles. Suddenly Victory’s eyes lit like fire and she could recall everything leading up to that moment with perfect clarity… With a roar she shifted to her Dragon form and launched herself off the bed.

She caught the majority of Arthur in her arms and the rest solidified as much as it could. The draconian beauty glided through the doorway and out into the hall before Lucifer had a solid plan. Arthur took the form of a rat and clung to her shoulder as she flapped her wings and increased her speed. She knew she did not belong… she knew escape was necessary… Guards tried to stop them, block their path, and fight them back into the main structure.

“I’m… not… a toy!” Victory shouted as she sent fistfuls of flame down the hall. She had to get to the door… “Get out of my way!” Her jaws opened before thoughts processed and she exhaled jets of fire onto the main door. The charred wood was still strong, so she flipped her body around and stamped it with her heels. “This will break…”

Arthur chirred into her ear before he hopped down and took the form of an enormous, tiger striped dog with a white mane. Arcanine-Arthur ducked his head and rammed his shoulders into the door. As he circled back to charge again, she beat her fists and feet against the door while she remained airborne. As Arthur set to hit the door again, Victory fought off the minions while Lucifer tried to regroup.

“I got it!” Arthur growled, as he reverted to his rat form.

Victory dove and snatched Arthur up in her hands. With her eyes glowing bright she flew straight up. “You’re just a soul, aren’t you?”

“Eep,” he agreed, as he climbed up her arm to her shoulder. “Pree?”

“No, this is my body,” Victory explained. “My energy carried it all the way here… Hold on tight…” Her eyes filled almost white as she expended her energy.

Demons flew to the spot, but she was long gone. As fast as they could, the four sped to where Lucifer stood by what was left of the door. “What should we do, Lord?”

“Let them go,” Lucifer sighed. “I know who to blame and he’ll get exactly what he deserves…”