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I awoke slowly as the vividness of what I had just witnessed faded and fizzled like a dissipating firework. I could never seem to get the hang of transcribing dreams to memory, so I pushed it out of my mind with a palm on my eye so that I may greet the new day.\n\nBefore my eyes could even adjust to the light, I noticed I was lying upon a hard, cool, smooth surface. Did I fall out of bed? My floor was carpeted, not made of stone. In a confused daze, my weary eyes shot open. The sun had been replaced by blazing torches held aloft by tall, contorted stands that looked like metal twisted to resemble ivy crawling up a fence post. The room they illuminated could pass for a bedroom in size, but in no other way. The entire chamber was hewn from jade-green marble, its boxy and geometric shape simple, but oppressive in its confinement.\n\nThen, just as my mind was clamoring to figure out what happened to my home, I was struck by a horrifying realization-- I didn't even remember what my home looked like! Flickers of furniture and wall paint faded away along with the dream from which I had been torn. Where did I live? Who were my friends? Who was my family? Who was I? The instant I could conjure an answer for any question I had, it spilled between the fingers of a brain that refused to clench its fists. Memories of youth; faces I felt I had known for many years; places I had visited, worked, and even lived... every semblance of recognition and every emotion attached to them quickly dissolved, leaving only a numb blankness in their place.\n\nA chill ran through my spine, doing nothing to aid the coolness already enveloping my body. There was nothing left to me but this moment in time, alone in this dismal, flame-lit chamber. To make matters worse, I had apparently been stripped of my clothing during my transport, leaving me naked in the dim light provided by the torches that offered just as little warmth. There was a single exit to the room in the form of a tall, rectangular opening that lead to a hallway which receded into darkness. The green marble room had no immediate threats, though it was in no way comforting nor assuring of safety. Unfortunately, a hallway down which I could not even peer was infinitely more foreboding, but alas, it was the only way out.\n\nI lurched forward and pressed myself against the side of the portal, leaning so only my head was exposed to the cavernous corridor. Calling for help crossed my mind, but I quickly decided against it, as nothing that dwells in a place as dreadful as this would be looking out for my well-being. I reached to the side and grabbed one of the torch stands hoping to take it with me, but it was fixated to the floor. Before I attempted breaking it loose, it occurred to me that light might draw unwanted attention my way, and that I may be better served by the darkness if I wish to make a stealthy escape. My ability to do so, however, was another question-- the answer to which began with my first steps forward down the hallway.\n\nThe light of the chamber behind me reached only several yards inward before it was snuffed by blackness, and threw my shadow well into it long before it could swallow me. Slow, steady steps kept my bare, soft feet from slapping loudly against the stone. If only I had been rougher on them and formed some callouses; such a smooth surface cannot last, neither for the ground nor my soles. Just as soon as I breached the end of the light’s reach, two small, bright orbs appeared before me. They hovered about a foot and a half above my own eye level and glowed with all the colors of fire. At first, my mind scrambled to discern what kind of fixture could produce such light, but as the black pits dotting their centers followed my movement, panic exploded inside of me. \n\nEyes.\n\nI turned back and bolted back down the narrow hallway with adrenaline-fueled haste, my panting interrupted by a loud, bass huff behind me, followed by clopping. What sounded like a bull of monstrous proportions stomping on the unyielding floor resonated through the isolated chamber, and it was only getting closer. Fear had reached levels I had didn’t think were possible upon the realization there was no other escape except for down the hallway through which the horror approached. \n\nTurning to face what descended upon me, I first saw black hooves step into the torchlight, hooves attached to massive, coarsely-furred goat legs. The animalistic features stopped at the bipedal creature’s waist, however, and turned into what appeared to be a somewhat humanoid torso, though pale red in color and rippling with muscle. The large hands attached to its equally brawny arms ended with claws that looked as if they they themselves could have carved out this room that very well might have been my tomb. But most frightful of all was its head. A gnarled and lipless snout ended with large, bronze-colored fangs attached to its sinuous, vice-like jaw, like its entire purpose was to rip flesh from bone. The lights that were its eyes sat sunken in sockets shaped as if its head was merely a painted beast skull, one adorned with two forward-curling horns. Once its full form was finally bathed in the flickering firelight, every thundering stomp caused the behemoth’s fleshy malehood to flop heavily from side to side atop a furred pouch holding his abnormally large gonads. What god could have created this abomination? The deathtrap that was his maw opened, and out came a deep, guttural growl shaping words I recognized.\n\n“A new arrival,” the thing said.\n\nMy petrifying fear and battered sanity put me at odds with my need to consider my options. I slowly backed away, poised and ready to run, even though I had not figured out where I would go or even if my body would obey when the time came. I knew I would eventually hit the marble wall if I continued to retreat, which is why it was such a surprise when I came flush with something soft. The moment my fingers found themselves raking through a mass of matted fibers, I turned to see what had become of the wall behind me.\n\nAnother one of them! A monstrosity, just like the first, except with skin an ashen alabaster and the fur of his legs a murkier brown. How on earth could such a titan materialize right behind my back without me knowing? Arms crossed and frigid blue eyes leering down upon me like a predator, the newcomer’s presence sparked an impulse to run. I turned and juked to the pink one’s left, but he quickly caught me by the collar and flung me back into his accomplice, who clasped me with his own clawed hand to hold me in place. I was thrown with such force, if the paler one hadn’t been there to cushion the blow, my head slamming into the rock would have certainly been concussive.\n\n“Trying to run from a knight,” the first demonic creature said with his rumbling unearthly voice. The rearmost fiend having the title of “knight” only further diminished my expectations of escaping alive.\n\n“Everyone tries. Very few succeed,” spoke the knight, who still clung on to me with a hand that almost reached the full span of my shoulders. His voice was raspy and a higher-pitch than the pink one before me. As I writhed in his grasp, I could feel a thick, warm mass pressing into the middle of my back; clearly, this hellspawn was also a male. Held firmly in between the two hulking beasts, I was awash with their combined stench, a raw mixture of old sweat and greasy, unkempt animal fur. If theirs was a realm where bathing was shunned, I would not have been the least bit surprised, judging by how well-matched their appearance and odor were in foulness. “Do you know what happens to those few?”\n\nI could neither muster the fortitude nor the lucidity to answer the question, but as the first brute lowered his eight-foot-tall frame so his head was level with mine, I knew I wouldn’t have to.\n\n“That’s for us barons to decide,” said the pink one, his burning gaze conveying just as many terrible possibilities as his words. He didn't need lips to smile, I could see the grin in his eyes. A low rumble emanated from the baron's throat that made the air between us vibrate and tinged it with fetors so rank I was afraid to even consider their origin.\n\n“So,” said the knight, who never needed to raise his other hand in order to keep me still, “what brings you to us?”\n\n“Not that you’d have any memory of it.” The baron curled his fingers around my chin, turning my head from side to side in order to inspect me. “Only certain kinds of people find themselves in our company.”\n\nSuddenly, the knight’s hand gripping my upper chest began to slide downward. “You likely used this body as a weapon…” Once it reached my sternum, I was pulled backward against his immense form. “And yet, your dominion was of utmost importance to you.” The knight’s actions forced my hands to draw inward against my abdomen as not to brush the inside of his legs. However, avoiding intimate contact did not seem to be an issue for the knight, as doing so caused his girthy, fur-bare penis to squeeze against my spine. “But you only have one dominion here, fragile one.”\n\nThe baron then leaned closer and uttered with a resolve that fringed on sadistic, “And we’re going to violate it over, and over, and over again.” A long, pointed, tentacle-like tongue wormed out of his maw and drew itself along the stained fangs, the saliva it left on them looking abnormally viscous with a murky, mucusy yellow tint.\n\nMy heart surged. Sweat dripped from my brow, my vision blurred, and my muscles quivered. Was my purpose in this ghastly realm truly to be the sexual plaything of monsters? The answer was becoming clearer in steady, swelling pulses as the knight’s member grew behind me, thickening and pressing harder against my vertebrae. Lengthening, stiffening, and leaving a gooey trail as the tip dragged along my skin, the organ contributed its own squalid aroma to the musk-rich air. It reeked of swampy crotch ripened in the mess of goat fur mixed with the dried, lingering remnants of old ejaculate. To think they intended to put that rancidness inside of me...\n\nSomehow, as my head raced with unspeakable acts these carnal hellspawns may have planned for me, I mustered just enough courage to ask the one question someone whose fate had already been decided could. “Why?”\n\nThe knight was all too eager to answer. “Your life has been one filled with acts of wickedness. And now, you’ve been handed to us for your retribution.” A life of wicked acts? Ones I could not even remember? It certainly didn’t sound like something I’d do. In my mind, there was no telling what I had done to deserve such treatment, but as the baron leered downward to examine his prey, one of the bony ridges that formed his brows elevated. Apparently, my body was more revealing of my past deeds. \n\n“On the other hand,” said the baron, “you may also be an innocent soul with some very unusual tastes.” While they were manhandling my body and speaking of using it to sate their desires, I failed to notice that I had achieved an erection even before the knight had. A mere twist of his hand away from having my head ripped off, and still my loins betrayed my instincts for self-preservation. \n\nThere was no way to hide it. The baron was right. I did have very unusual tastes. And among all the vile phrases I had to describe these fiends, I would've been lying if I said \"intensely desirable\" wasn't my favorite. His words stirred images of pure depravity, over and over and over again, just as the baron said. Each torrid defilement of my body by repulsive, bestial demons filled me with anticipation that they couldn’t ease soon enough. No matter where it’s been, I wanted the knight’s filthy, grime-coated cock inside of me so I could be filled with his wretched seed. I wanted to press my face in between the baron’s taut, furry buttocks and fill my mouth with his musk-soaked ass fur so I can French kiss his pucker like the lips he didn’t have. I wanted to lick that sludgy drool off his discolored fangs, especially if it would get him to slither that prehensile tongue deep into my throat. Even the acrid fumes of their putrid breath were like pheromones in my twisted mind and body, both of which were rapidly succumbing to them.\n\n“Hmmmm,” rumbled the knight shrilly as his hand eased off my chest so that it could slip downward and curl its fingers inside my thighs. My balls sat easily in the large palm, squeezing just firmly enough before moving up the underside of my shaft. As my glans slipped across his leathery skin, a line of leakage drizzled along the knight’s wrist and all the way up to the tips of his fingers, which he flicked off with his own purple tongue. “Yeesssss... One of your kind comes maybe once a millennia.”\n\n“Well then,” said the baron, returning his eyes to mine, “Perhaps an eternity of pleasure awaits you. Although, however you perceive it is of no consequence to us.” Finally, he took a step back and stood upright. By doing so, I was presented with a sight just as awe-striking as his grotesque visage. The baron’s penis had since grown to its full splendor, a jaw-dropping marvel of size and virility at least twelve inches long and sprawling with veins. Its hue a darker shade of rouge than the rest of his upper body and wrapped in a bunchy foreskin allowing only the tip peek out from within, the demon’s member provided a long, powerful plank between he and I that demanded attention. Just below it, adopting the shaggy-furred properties of his lower half, the baron’s plump testes swung low in a bulging scrotum easily breaching the halfway point between his waist and knees. And, as expected from such an otherworldly abomination, the marvelous package emitted a collective stink as if he had just filled the knight with it moments before I arrived. It only sent my desire to taste what hid underneath his thick, wrinkly foreskin into overdrive. “Your treatment will be exactly the same either way.”\n\nI guess it’s true what they say about one man’s hell.\n\n[b]Caption for the linework:[/b]\n\n[i]Originally Submitted to FurAffinity.net on Aug 28th, 2015 08:37 PM.\n[/i]\nMy current project! Already halfway done coloring this one, actually.\n\nI've been playing Doom lately. A LOT of Doom. It and Mega Man are my favorite video game series, after all! And there's a few creatures from Doom I wouldn't mind being caught in between! That is, as long as they're not trying to slash, gouge, decapitate, disembowel, eat, mangle, burn, rip, tear, mutilate, stomp on, gore, crush, eviscerate, bite, stab, slice, break, amputate, or anything else they are prone to doing to me.\n\nYou know what, maybe Hell isn't that great a place to visit. But if it had these two making eyes at me, that'd be a little harder to say! A Baron of Hell is getting frisky with a Hell Knight when you happen upon them, but instead of flinging green fire at you, one of them hoists his stubby tail as an invitation. If you have any hesitations about taking him up on it, think of it this way: if they really wanted to kill you, you're pretty much already dead even if you tried to run. If it is your final moment, may as well make it one filled with the raunchiest sex you've ever had! And what better way to get started than eating out some furry demon ass and seeing where it goes from there?\n\nAnd yes, I'm aware their sprites don't really imply they have tails. I'm also aware their knees bend backwards and their hooves aren't cloven either, it's called artistic liberty! Speaking of artistic liberty with Doom characters, I already have my next hellspawn outlined... you can expect to see him soon. =}", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Originally Submitted to FurAffinity.net on Sep 18th, 2015 01:13 AM.

Tires screeching… a blur of color… a rapidly growing shape, and then… nothing. I awoke slowly as the vividness of what I had just witnessed faded and fizzled like a dissipating firework. I could never seem to get the hang of transcribing dreams to memory, so I pushed it out of my mind with a palm on my eye so that I may greet the new day.

Before my eyes could even adjust to the light, I noticed I was lying upon a hard, cool, smooth surface. Did I fall out of bed? My floor was carpeted, not made of stone. In a confused daze, my weary eyes shot open. The sun had been replaced by blazing torches held aloft by tall, contorted stands that looked like metal twisted to resemble ivy crawling up a fence post. The room they illuminated could pass for a bedroom in size, but in no other way. The entire chamber was hewn from jade-green marble, its boxy and geometric shape simple, but oppressive in its confinement.

Then, just as my mind was clamoring to figure out what happened to my home, I was struck by a horrifying realization-- I didn't even remember what my home looked like! Flickers of furniture and wall paint faded away along with the dream from which I had been torn. Where did I live? Who were my friends? Who was my family? Who was I? The instant I could conjure an answer for any question I had, it spilled between the fingers of a brain that refused to clench its fists. Memories of youth; faces I felt I had known for many years; places I had visited, worked, and even lived... every semblance of recognition and every emotion attached to them quickly dissolved, leaving only a numb blankness in their place.

A chill ran through my spine, doing nothing to aid the coolness already enveloping my body. There was nothing left to me but this moment in time, alone in this dismal, flame-lit chamber. To make matters worse, I had apparently been stripped of my clothing during my transport, leaving me naked in the dim light provided by the torches that offered just as little warmth. There was a single exit to the room in the form of a tall, rectangular opening that lead to a hallway which receded into darkness. The green marble room had no immediate threats, though it was in no way comforting nor assuring of safety. Unfortunately, a hallway down which I could not even peer was infinitely more foreboding, but alas, it was the only way out.

I lurched forward and pressed myself against the side of the portal, leaning so only my head was exposed to the cavernous corridor. Calling for help crossed my mind, but I quickly decided against it, as nothing that dwells in a place as dreadful as this would be looking out for my well-being. I reached to the side and grabbed one of the torch stands hoping to take it with me, but it was fixated to the floor. Before I attempted breaking it loose, it occurred to me that light might draw unwanted attention my way, and that I may be better served by the darkness if I wish to make a stealthy escape. My ability to do so, however, was another question-- the answer to which began with my first steps forward down the hallway.

The light of the chamber behind me reached only several yards inward before it was snuffed by blackness, and threw my shadow well into it long before it could swallow me. Slow, steady steps kept my bare, soft feet from slapping loudly against the stone. If only I had been rougher on them and formed some callouses; such a smooth surface cannot last, neither for the ground nor my soles. Just as soon as I breached the end of the light’s reach, two small, bright orbs appeared before me. They hovered about a foot and a half above my own eye level and glowed with all the colors of fire. At first, my mind scrambled to discern what kind of fixture could produce such light, but as the black pits dotting their centers followed my movement, panic exploded inside of me.

Eyes.

I turned back and bolted back down the narrow hallway with adrenaline-fueled haste, my panting interrupted by a loud, bass huff behind me, followed by clopping. What sounded like a bull of monstrous proportions stomping on the unyielding floor resonated through the isolated chamber, and it was only getting closer. Fear had reached levels I had didn’t think were possible upon the realization there was no other escape except for down the hallway through which the horror approached.

Turning to face what descended upon me, I first saw black hooves step into the torchlight, hooves attached to massive, coarsely-furred goat legs. The animalistic features stopped at the bipedal creature’s waist, however, and turned into what appeared to be a somewhat humanoid torso, though pale red in color and rippling with muscle. The large hands attached to its equally brawny arms ended with claws that looked as if they they themselves could have carved out this room that very well might have been my tomb. But most frightful of all was its head. A gnarled and lipless snout ended with large, bronze-colored fangs attached to its sinuous, vice-like jaw, like its entire purpose was to rip flesh from bone. The lights that were its eyes sat sunken in sockets shaped as if its head was merely a painted beast skull, one adorned with two forward-curling horns. Once its full form was finally bathed in the flickering firelight, every thundering stomp caused the behemoth’s fleshy malehood to flop heavily from side to side atop a furred pouch holding his abnormally large gonads. What god could have created this abomination? The deathtrap that was his maw opened, and out came a deep, guttural growl shaping words I recognized.

“A new arrival,” the thing said.

My petrifying fear and battered sanity put me at odds with my need to consider my options. I slowly backed away, poised and ready to run, even though I had not figured out where I would go or even if my body would obey when the time came. I knew I would eventually hit the marble wall if I continued to retreat, which is why it was such a surprise when I came flush with something soft. The moment my fingers found themselves raking through a mass of matted fibers, I turned to see what had become of the wall behind me.

Another one of them! A monstrosity, just like the first, except with skin an ashen alabaster and the fur of his legs a murkier brown. How on earth could such a titan materialize right behind my back without me knowing?  Arms crossed and frigid blue eyes leering down upon me like a predator, the newcomer’s presence sparked an impulse to run. I turned and juked to the pink one’s left, but he quickly caught me by the collar and flung me back into his accomplice, who clasped me with his own clawed hand to hold me in place. I was thrown with such force, if the paler one hadn’t been there to cushion the blow, my head slamming into the rock would have certainly been concussive.

“Trying to run from a knight,” the first demonic creature said with his rumbling unearthly voice. The rearmost fiend having the title of “knight” only further diminished my expectations of escaping alive.

“Everyone tries. Very few succeed,” spoke the knight, who still clung on to me with a hand that almost reached the full span of my shoulders. His voice was raspy and a higher-pitch than the pink one before me. As I writhed in his grasp, I could feel a thick, warm mass pressing into the middle of my back; clearly, this hellspawn was also a male. Held firmly in between the two hulking beasts, I was awash with their combined stench, a raw mixture of old sweat and greasy, unkempt animal fur. If theirs was a realm where bathing was shunned, I would not have been the least bit surprised, judging by how well-matched their appearance and odor were in foulness. “Do you know what happens to those few?”

I could neither muster the fortitude nor the lucidity to answer the question, but as the first brute lowered his eight-foot-tall frame so his head was level with mine, I knew I wouldn’t have to.

“That’s for us barons to decide,” said the pink one, his burning gaze conveying just as many terrible possibilities as his words. He didn't need lips to smile, I could see the grin in his eyes. A low rumble emanated from the baron's throat that made the air between us vibrate and tinged it with fetors so rank I was afraid to even consider their origin.

“So,” said the knight, who never needed to raise his other hand in order to keep me still, “what brings you to us?”

“Not that you’d have any memory of it.” The baron curled his fingers around my chin, turning my head from side to side in order to inspect me. “Only certain kinds of people find themselves in our company.”

Suddenly, the knight’s hand gripping my upper chest began to slide downward. “You likely used this body as a weapon…” Once it reached my sternum, I was pulled backward against his immense form. “And yet, your dominion was of utmost importance to you.” The knight’s actions forced my hands to draw inward against my abdomen as not to brush the inside of his legs. However, avoiding intimate contact did not seem to be an issue for the knight, as doing so caused his girthy, fur-bare penis to squeeze against my spine. “But you only have one dominion here, fragile one.”

The baron then leaned closer and uttered with a resolve that fringed on sadistic, “And we’re going to violate it over, and over, and over again.” A long, pointed, tentacle-like tongue wormed out of his maw and drew itself along the stained fangs, the saliva it left on them looking abnormally viscous with a murky, mucusy yellow tint.

My heart surged. Sweat dripped from my brow, my vision blurred, and my muscles quivered. Was my purpose in this ghastly realm truly to be the sexual plaything of monsters? The answer was becoming clearer in steady, swelling pulses as the knight’s member grew behind me, thickening and pressing harder against my vertebrae. Lengthening, stiffening, and leaving a gooey trail as the tip dragged along my skin, the organ contributed its own squalid aroma to the musk-rich air. It reeked of swampy crotch ripened in the mess of goat fur mixed with the dried, lingering remnants of old ejaculate. To think they intended to put that rancidness inside of me...

Somehow, as my head raced with unspeakable acts these carnal hellspawns may have planned for me, I mustered just enough courage to ask the one question someone whose fate had already been decided could. “Why?”

The knight was all too eager to answer. “Your life has been one filled with acts of wickedness. And now, you’ve been handed to us for your retribution.” A life of wicked acts? Ones I could not even remember? It certainly didn’t sound like something I’d do. In my mind, there was no telling what I had done to deserve such treatment, but as the baron leered downward to examine his prey, one of the bony ridges that formed his brows elevated. Apparently, my body was more revealing of my past deeds.

“On the other hand,” said the baron, “you may also be an innocent soul with some very unusual tastes.” While they were manhandling my body and speaking of using it to sate their desires, I failed to notice that I had achieved an erection even before the knight had. A mere twist of his hand away from having my head ripped off, and still my loins betrayed my instincts for self-preservation.

There was no way to hide it. The baron was right. I did have very unusual tastes. And among all the vile phrases I had to describe these fiends, I would've been lying if I said "intensely desirable" wasn't my favorite. His words stirred images of pure depravity, over and over and over again, just as the baron said. Each torrid defilement of my body by repulsive, bestial demons filled me with anticipation that they couldn’t ease soon enough. No matter where it’s been, I wanted the knight’s filthy, grime-coated cock inside of me so I could be filled with his wretched seed. I wanted to press my face in between the baron’s taut, furry buttocks and fill my mouth with his musk-soaked ass fur so I can French kiss his pucker like the lips he didn’t have. I wanted to lick that sludgy drool off his discolored fangs, especially if it would get him to slither that prehensile tongue deep into my throat. Even the acrid fumes of their putrid breath were like pheromones in my twisted mind and body, both of which were rapidly succumbing to them.

“Hmmmm,” rumbled the knight shrilly as his hand eased off my chest so that it could slip downward and curl its fingers inside my thighs. My balls sat easily in the large palm, squeezing just firmly enough before moving up the underside of my shaft. As my glans slipped across his leathery skin, a line of leakage drizzled along the knight’s wrist and all the way up to the tips of his fingers, which he flicked off with his own purple tongue. “Yeesssss... One of your kind comes maybe once a millennia.”

“Well then,” said the baron, returning his eyes to mine, “Perhaps an eternity of pleasure awaits you. Although, however you perceive it is of no consequence to us.” Finally, he took a step back and stood upright. By doing so, I was presented with a sight just as awe-striking as his grotesque visage. The baron’s penis had since grown to its full splendor, a jaw-dropping marvel of size and virility at least twelve inches long and sprawling with veins. Its hue a darker shade of rouge than the rest of his upper body and wrapped in a bunchy foreskin allowing only the tip peek out from within, the demon’s member provided a long, powerful plank between he and I that demanded attention. Just below it, adopting the shaggy-furred properties of his lower half, the baron’s plump testes swung low in a bulging scrotum easily breaching the halfway point between his waist and knees. And, as expected from such an otherworldly abomination, the marvelous package emitted a collective stink as if he had just filled the knight with it moments before I arrived. It only sent my desire to taste what hid underneath his thick, wrinkly foreskin into overdrive. “Your treatment will be exactly the same either way.”

I guess it’s true what they say about one man’s hell.

Caption for the linework:

Originally Submitted to FurAffinity.net on Aug 28th, 2015 08:37 PM.

My current project! Already halfway done coloring this one, actually.

I've been playing Doom lately. A LOT of Doom. It and Mega Man are my favorite video game series, after all! And there's a few creatures from Doom I wouldn't mind being caught in between! That is, as long as they're not trying to slash, gouge, decapitate, disembowel, eat, mangle, burn, rip, tear, mutilate, stomp on, gore, crush, eviscerate, bite, stab, slice, break, amputate, or anything else they are prone to doing to me.

You know what, maybe Hell isn't that great a place to visit. But if it had these two making eyes at me, that'd be a little harder to say! A Baron of Hell is getting frisky with a Hell Knight when you happen upon them, but instead of flinging green fire at you, one of them hoists his stubby tail as an invitation. If you have any hesitations about taking him up on it, think of it this way: if they really wanted to kill you, you're pretty much already dead even if you tried to run. If it is your final moment, may as well make it one filled with the raunchiest sex you've ever had! And what better way to get started than eating out some furry demon ass and seeing where it goes from there?

And yes, I'm aware their sprites don't really imply they have tails. I'm also aware their knees bend backwards and their hooves aren't cloven either, it's called artistic liberty! Speaking of artistic liberty with Doom characters, I already have my next hellspawn outlined... you can expect to see him soon. =}", "writing": "", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Hell's Nobility", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/jpeg", "pagecount": "2", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "1", "type_name": "Picture/Pinup", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "337", "latest_file_name": "2296615_Dracovar_2292123_dracovar_17529863.jpg", "latest_mimetype": "image/jpeg", "latest_file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/2296/2296615_Dracovar_2292123_dracovar_17529863.jpg", "latest_file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/2296/2296615_Dracovar_2292123_dracovar_17529863.jpg", "latest_file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/2296/2296615_Dracovar_2292123_dracovar_17529863.jpg", "latest_thumbnail_url_huge_noncustom": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/2296/2296615_Dracovar_2292123_dracovar_17529863.jpg", "latest_thumbnail_url_large_noncustom": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/2296/2296615_Dracovar_2292123_dracovar_17529863_noncustom.jpg", "latest_thumbnail_url_medium_noncustom": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/2296/2296615_Dracovar_2292123_dracovar_17529863_noncustom.jpg", "latest_thumb_medium_noncustom_x": "90", "latest_thumb_medium_noncustom_y": "120", "latest_thumb_large_noncustom_x": "151", "latest_thumb_large_noncustom_y": "200", "latest_thumb_huge_noncustom_x": "226", "latest_thumb_huge_noncustom_y": "300" }