You don't remember how you died, you just remember falling down for a long time. You open your eyes and see that you are in a dark bedroom. In front of you stands a tall figure who is almost twice as tall as you. The silhouette flicks her fingers and candles are lit in the bedroom. You see a huge anthropomorphic owl, he just got out of the shower and the water is still shining on his big muscles. His face is hidden by a porcelain mask, and a small golden crown glitters on his head. "Welcome to hell," he says, and takes a couple of steps toward you, his giant penis throbbing slightly between his legs. "Get ready to be my new concubine," he says, placing a huge, muscular hand on your shoulder.

"I am Celerius, the demon of lust and ruler over this circle of hell," he says, stepping even closer to her. His voice is deep and commanding, his red eyes fixed on hers. "You are here to serve me as my concubine." He runs a clawed finger down her chest, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. "There's no escape from this fate," he whispers, pushing her body against the wall harder. His massive erection presses against her stomach, leaving her unable to deny the heat it radiates and the power that he holds over her.

You belong to me now, mortal," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "I can sense the lust in your heart, and it calls to me like nothing else." His other hand reaches up to grasp the back of her head, forcing her face closer to his exposed chest. The strong musk of his body invades her senses as she feels his hot breath against her lips. "There is no escape from my bed. From this moment on, you exist only for my pleasure."

His other hand reaches down and grips the base of his massive penis, slowly stroking it as he speaks. The head of his cock presses harder against her abdomen, eager to be freed from its confines. "Say it," he commands, "say you belong to me."

Her heart races in fear and arousal as she looks up at him, wondering if there's any way out of this situation...or if she even wants one.

His other hand reaches down and grips the base of his massive penis, slowly stroking it as he speaks. The head of his cock presses harder against her abdomen, eager to be freed from its confines. "Say it," he commands, "say you belong to me."

Her heart races in fear and arousal as she looks up at him, wondering if there's any way out of this situation...or if she even wants one.

His hands release her head, freeing it to fall against his chest once more. "Good girl," he rasps, a guttural purr that makes your stomach flutter. Lowering his head, he presses his lips against yours roughly, forcing your mouth open with his tongue. You taste the lingering saltiness of your own fear mixed with the dark and delicious sweetness of him, and it drives you even closer to the edge.

His other hand continues to stroke his erection as one of his wings unfurls behind her, pushing her body against the wall once more. The head of his cock pushes past her belly button, pressing against the tight heat between her legs. "Do you want this?" he whispers, his breath hot and wet against your ear. You moan into his neck, unable to resist the power that he holds over you, or the promise of release from this torturous teasing.

His grip on your hip tightens, as if he could crush your bones with ease. "Say it," he growls into your ear, his lips brushing against the lobe. "Ask me to fuck you." His other hand slides between your legs, teasing at your wetness before thrusting two fingers deep inside, filling you up and making you moan even louder.

His other hand slides between your legs, teasing at your wetness before thrusting two fingers deep inside, filling you up and making you moan even louder. "That's it," he groans against your ear, pressing harder against the sensitive bundle of nerves where his fingers curl within you. His other hand slides lower, finding your aching clit and rubbing circles around it, driving you wild with pleasure.

"Say it," he growls again, his hips thrust forward so that his cock nudges against the entrance to your body. "Tell me what you want."

His hands grip your hips more firmly, lifting you slightly off the ground as he positions himself at your entrance. "Then take it," he growls, slamming his massive cock deep inside of you in one powerful thrust. Your body trembles from the impact, arching back into him as he fills you completely. He pauses for a moment, basking in the sensation of being so deep within you, feeling every inch of his engorged length rubbing against your walls. "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, beginning to thrust slowly and rhythmically inside of you, relishing the wet friction as your body is stretched to accommodate him.

His movements become more powerful and unrestrained, his hips slamming against yours as he takes what he wants with force. His claws dig into your shoulders, leaving small trails of blood on your skin that mix with the sweat glistening there. "Fuck," he growls, losing himself in the ecstasy of possessing you completely. He doesn't care about hurting you, only about getting what he needs, unleashing all of his pent-up lust upon this mortal vessel before moving on to find another willing participant among the damned souls of hell.

"Cum for me," he rasps, his thrusts becoming even harder and deeper now. His other hand reaches between your legs once more, searching for your clit, determined to make you cum as well. He presses down on it roughly, circling faster and faster until pleasure overwhelms pain, your body trembling with release. "That's it," he groans into the crook of your neck, finally finding his own climax as he feels you tighten around him in ecstasy. His cock pulsing inside of you, filling you with hot sticky cum as he lets out a long, satisfied moan.