Salome woke from a light sleep full of punch-drunk dreams in which she was fucking pretty succubus after pretty succubus. She blinked sleepily in the heat of Hell, letting her eyes fall closed again. She could already tell she had a morning wood. She stretched slowly, loving the feeling of tension releasing from her body.
Finally she sat up and admired the tent in her thin silk blanket. As usual after a meal, Salome’s cock had gradually shrunk over the course of the past several days. It was still a little larger than normal, but was nearly back down to a size that would be considered tolerable for the average human. Nearly.
It wasn’t uncommon for her to wake up hard during this time. The slow process of a demon’s penis dissolving a mortal’s soul didn’t bring her any overt pleasure, but it colored her days with subtle indications of it. Suddenly it was easier to notice the plump thighs of her fellow demons. Her body was warmer. Her breasts were heavier. Her mind was full of wet dreams.
In two days, she would be assigned another damned soul, and the process would begin again. The thought made the tent twitch. With a devilish smile, Salome threw off the blanket.
She might have screamed—if it was possible for a demon to feel horror. Instead she just gasped.
For the most part, her cock looked exactly as it should: pale blue blushing to pink at the head, and covered in thick veins. But halfway up her shaft, the body of her cock grew more slender and curved. There was a pair of tiny breasts, and two long arms attached to waifish shoulders. Where her cockhead should have been, there was instead the head and neck of her latest victim, Eden.
Eden was running her tiny hands over every bit of cockflesh she could reach. She paused and squeezed her breasts, rolling her eyes in pleasure and letting her head loll back. When she opened her eyes again, she noticed Salome looking at her.
“Aah… You caught me…” Eden gasped, blushing. “Sorry. I would have cum by now, but I just figured out how to edge myself tonight. U-Usually I’m so turned on that I can’t stay conscious for more than a minute. But this time…” She bobbed in the air as she tried to lean back, an impossible task when her entire body was rock hard. “Man, being your cock feels so good. Hey, since you’re up, will you jerk me off? Your hand is so big, it would feel amazing…”
While Eden was talking, Salome’s expression slowly descended from one of pure shock to pure anger. “You’ve done this before?” she snarled.
“Every night since you made me your cock,” she said, none too proudly. She blushed harder, the tender flesh on her face tightening with need. “A-Am I in trouble?”
“In trouble?” Salome roared. She might have wrung Eden’s neck, then, if only she wasn’t her own penis. “You’re supposed to be dead! When you become my cock, it’s permanent. You’re supposed to suffer for an eternity, sloshing around inside my balls. Damned souls don’t come back!”
Salome’s cock was practically burning with how hot Eden’s cheeks were. “Well… I guess… I… liked you too much to leave?”
Salome let out a groan of frustration. She swung out of the hammock she was lying in, not caring when her legs roughly jostled her balls and hard-on. “Every night?” she repeated, not bothering to look down and give Eden the dignity of eye contact.
“S-Sorry,” Eden confirmed. “I remember feeling like I was sleeping, like I was being pulled down into something deep and dark… and then I suddenly woke up and I was your cock again. I was going to wake you up that first night, but I was so big and hot…” Salome felt a shudder. “I started cumming, like, immediately. I guess when I’m sleeping I just look like a normal cock? And it’s only when I’m awake I have a face? That’s—”
“I, I, I!” Salome barked. “My cock is not yours. It’s mine.”
“Right, of course, sorry,” Eden panted. “I belong to you now.”
“Not anymore,” Salome said, reaching under the hammock and producing a penis cage. Now she looked down at Eden, who was looking between the cage and Salome with a mixture of fear and delight. "We’re going to the Priest. They’ll have you removed.”
Salome stood waiting in the entrance hall of the Temple, fidgeting and restless. Forcing the aroused Eden into the chastity cage had caused Salome a not inconsiderable deal of discomfort. But the pain was worth it to keep any of her fellow demons from seeing the loudmouth abomination that was her cock.
She adjusted and then readjusted the robe she was wearing, crossing her arms over her chest. This is such an embarrassment, she thought ruefully.
The Priest was as close to a doctor as any demon would ever see. It was customary to do a check-in with them every now and then, but this was rarely for something physical; the Priest also dealt in matters of the spirit. For a demon to have a physical ailment was highly unusual. It suggested that they were past their prime, and perhaps no longer fit to torture mortals.
I’m young! Salome thought to herself, feeling ashamed. I’ve only been doing this for a few thousand years. There’s nothing wrong with me. It’s this stupid degenerate mortal’s fault. I’m not made to consume souls who like it!
She could feel Eden squirming in the cage, gripping the bars with both hands.
An attendant imp waddled into the foyer. “Salome. The Priest will see you now.”
The Priest was a short, buxom omnibus with a chiseled, masculine face and tousled hair. They had russet red skin dappled with tiny white spots and large, spiraling horns. Their tail, unlike Salome’s, was thin and slender and ended in a heart-shaped point. They were wearing a sheer white slip that hugged every bit of their flesh and offered a tantalizing view of their huge areola and fat cock.
“I understand you have a private matter you wish to discuss with me,” they said matter-of-factly. “Is this to do with the spirit, or the flesh?”
“The flesh,” Salome said. She glanced around. They were in a private chamber in the back of the Temple, with a chaise lounge on the far wall and clean counters with drawers full of medical equipment next to the door. “What I share here is… confidential, yes?”
“Of course,” the Priest said. “Excepting major breaches of contract, which as you know, must be reported to the Judge.”
“Of course,” Salome agreed. She hesitated, thinking she should say something else, but then thought to Hell with it and dropped her robe.
The Priest watched with an expression of academic interest as Salome undid the lock on the chastity cage and carefully removed it. Eden flopped out, covered in a shiny sheen of sweat. Now that she was soft, her head was pointed straight at the ground. She reached for Salome’s thigh, trying to steady herself.
“Mm, I can’t see anything,” she whined. “Will you lift me up? I’ve never been awake when you’re soft before.”
The Priest did an impressive job of not reacting. They glanced at their clipboard. “Your next assignment is two days from now. So I take it this was the last one?”
Salome liked that they said it in past tense. “Yes. Eden Farthing.”
“And it’s been like this ever since?”
“Yes,” Salome said. And added hastily: “But I didn’t know until this morning. She was… cumming in my sleep.”
Saying it out loud made evident its perverseness. She had noticed the stains every morning, of course, but she had assumed it was because of her dreams. Demons were not meant to interact with mortals like this. Demons were made for torture. Salome shifted uncomfortably.
“Gross,” the Priest said, almost in agreement. They knelt between Salome’s legs, putting down the clipboard. “Tell me if you feel any tightness or discomfort.”
They began massaging Salome’s balls, gently at first, but then with added pressure. It didn’t hurt—it actually felt surprisingly nice—so Salome stayed quiet. They worked their way up her shaft, pressing harder than one normally would, and Salome felt herself getting hard.
“Ooh, you’re rough,” Eden said to the Priest as she started to stiffen up. “Keep going, I like it. Will you—mmmf! Mmph. Mmm…”
The Priest had cupped their hand over Eden’s head and was grinding their palm into her face. “It seems like it’s enjoying itself,” they observed in a dispassionate tone. Although they maintained a professionally neutral expression, Salome thought she saw their lip curl for a moment; a look of disgust.
“It’s a degenerate,” Salome sighed. She quickly explained to the Priest what she thought had happened: that the Judge had made an error in their recordkeeping and assigned her the wrong mortal. “I’m certain this is the problem,” Salome added. “There’s nothing wrong with me, it’s just this… freak.”
“Well, naturally,” the Priest said in a reassuring tone. “You’re a relatively young demon, and you don’t have any history of physical problems. What a scare this must have been for you.”
“Yes,” Salome said, feeling some relief at their words.
They wrote a few more things down on their clipboard. “I recommend a Purging Ritual. It’s an exercise that will result in a high-volume orgasm, which will literally drown the mortal out. I must warn you, it can be… intense.”
“Whatever it takes,” Salome said.
The Priest gestured to the lounge chair. Salome walked over and sat down, the position unfortunately putting Eden within her line of sight. She did her best to ignore the mortal touching herself while she watched the Priest at the opposite end of the room.
They took a syringe out of one of the drawers, filled it with a mixture of liquids, tapped it a few times, and then plunged it into their own cock.
“Wh-What are you going to do?” Eden called over, getting no audience from her mistress. “Don’t get me wrong, drowning in cum sounds kinda hot, but…”
The Priest turned and sauntered across the room, meeting Salome’s eyes. They completely ignored Eden. In the time it took them to walk from one end of the room to the other, their cock chubbed up considerably, straining dangerously against the delicate fabric of their slip.
“But it’s still drowning,” Eden said.
She was looking between the two demons in earnest. Salome decided to follow the Priest’s lead and continued ignoring her.
The Priest came to stop right in front of Salome, their chub sticking out between her legs. Salome leaned forward and shimmied the slip up their body until it came to rest just under their breasts. She didn’t miss the opportunity to gently squeeze their breasts before pulling away.
The Priest smiled primly, a brief look of approval before returning to their usual expression of neutral focus. They reached down with both hands and began massaging their cock, but Salome reached forward and touched their fingers. “Allow me,” she said.
They nodded and watched as Salome jerked them off. Salome moved slowly, trying to mimic the deep, rough movements the Priest had used on her earlier. She ran her hands up the shaft and then back down again, pressing in with her thumbs on the way up. The Priest’s expression didn’t change, but after a moment they closed their eyes and let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Eden, meanwhile, had a front-row seat for the Priest’s cockhead. Salome was keenly aware of Eden’s growing stiffness as she watched the two demons work.
The Priest placed their hands over Salome’s. “That’s enough,” they said. “Warm yourself up for me, will you? Can you get rid of the arms?”
Salome nodded, although she was struck with the sudden frightening thought that she couldn’t anymore. She pushed it away and focused on Eden. Grabbing her by the shoulders, she worked her hands backwards in a massaging motion. She was both pleased and relieved to see Eden’s arms obligingly fuse with Salome’s flesh, instantly making her cock thicker and girthier.
Eden suppressed a giggle. “I’m just a cock with a mouth!” Salome might have overdone it—the only part of Eden that wasn’t a cock was her face, which was fused with Salome’s cockhead. The glans ended at Eden’s chin and forehead, framing her face in a way that looked strangely natural.
The Priest stepped closer, forcing Salome’s legs apart as she moved in between them. Their penises touched, and Salome felt the strange sensation of Eden dragging her lips along the Priest’s shaft. It didn’t take her long to escalate to licking. “Actually, I don’t even care that you guys are trying to get rid of me,” she said through a mouthful of cockflesh. “This is so crazy hot.”
After a few brief moments of this, the Priest pulled away. They put one steadying hand on Salome’s dick and the other on their own shaft. They looked up, meeting Salome’s gaze again. “Prepare yourself,” they said.
At its current state of soul digestion, Salome’s dick was bigger than the Priest’s. Salome knew from past visits that this was not normally the case; the Priest’s member was impressively large, even while flaccid. Salome had never had occasion to visit them while her cock was enlarged, and she felt a little sheepish at being the bigger one here.
It was to her great surprise, then, when the Priest carefully lined up their cockheads and shoved their tip into Eden’s mouth.
Eden let out a muffled sound of surprise, cheeks bulging as she tried to work her lips around the Priest’s puffy glans. The Priest frotted into her mouth a few times before pulling away, a long line of spit following their cockhead. Eden followed the line with her eyes, looking hypnotized.
Salome let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. The shock and pressure of the Priest penetrating her cock was immense. Not to mention, her urethra was fused with Eden’s throat; each time Eden swallowed or stretched her tongue, the sensations traveled along the length of Salome’s shaft. She felt weak in the knees and was glad to be sitting down.
“I did warn you it would be intense,” the Priest said, watching her expression.
Salome nodded. “Keep going.”
Eden opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and said, “Aaah.” This time the Priest did not bother to hide their emotions and glared at Eden with a look of open disgust. They put one hand firmly on her forehead to steady her, and then thrust hard into Eden’s waiting maw.
Eden choked immediately as the cock pushed past where her throat should have been and into Salome’s urethra proper. Salome felt her urethra stretching to make way for the intrusion, and the sensation made her jaw drop. At the same time, Eden’s choking grew worse. She began swallowing profusely, struggling not to gag. Each swallow sent a wave of tension through Salome’s member, until it felt like her whole body was rippling.
Salome surprised herself by moaning at the top of her lungs. She clapped her hand over her mouth, embarrassed.
The Priest leaned forward, pushing their dick further inside in the process. They removed Salome’s hand from her face and cupped it with their own hand. “Don’t feel ashamed. This is my job. Relax and enjoy yourself.”
“I prefer to… maintain a level of professionalism…” Salome gasped between breaths.
They brought their face closer to Salome’s. Eden let out a gurgling moan as their cock slid even further in. “I am your doctor,” they whispered to Salome, “and this is my prescription. Relax.”
The words were like a magic trick. Salome melted into the chaise, her eyelids fluttering as she felt the Priest’s cock slide yet further down her shaft. Time melted away as the Priest thrust steadily, laying kisses along Salome’s jaw and neck all the while. She gasped with each thrust, a breathy, keening sound.
Salome reached under the Priest’s slip and began gently massaging their fat breasts. She could hardly fit each one in her hand. The only sounds in the room were Salome’s ragged breathing and the guttural, choking and swallowing sounds coming from deep inside Eden.
Her pleasure would rise, crest, drop, and then rise again. Her body wouldn’t let her cum with the Priest’s cock in the way. Lost in the dreamy sea of near-orgasm after near-orgasm, she barely even noticed when the Priest buried her cock all the way up to the hilt. She could feel Eden licking frantically at the Priest’s balls.
“Relax, relax,” they cooed, stroking Salome’s hair. They let out a shuddering breath—and that was the only warning before they came.
Salome felt the inside of her cock bloom with surging heat. She let out another moan as that heat then washed into her balls, flooding them with warm semen. She squirmed in the chaise, drowning in enormous pleasure but desperate to cum herself. But the Priest didn’t pull out. The flood of cum just kept coming.
Salome could feel the pressure in her balls and looked down to see that they were swelling. Her sack was already spilling over the edge of the chaise. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, and when she looked again, her balls were pressing against the Priest’s knees. They were bigger than watermelons.
“Aah… Ah… Oh,” Salome gasped, without words. She couldn’t figure out if she should ask the Priest to stop or continue forever.
In the end, the flow of cum abated and Salome’s balls stopped swelling. They were so heavy, she thought they might drag her off the chaise—if not for the Priest’s cock holding her up.
The Priest had both hands on Salome’s penis and was rubbing it gently. “I’m going to pull out now,” the Priest said. “It’s going to feel intense again. Then, when you’re ready, we’ll make you cum. Okay?”
Salome nodded. She could feel the sweat on her face. She watched in rapt fascination as the Priest slowly pulled out, their cock shiny and slick with cum and saliva. Eden gagged and shuddered with each movement the Priest made; and when their cock finally popped free, Eden struggled to draw a breath, coughing up huge bubbles of spit.
Salome couldn’t waste time focusing on her—the sensations going through the rest of her body were too demanding. Her urethra was still stretched out from the Priest fucking it open, and Salome could feel the cold air traveling all the way down her shaft each time Eden tried to breathe. She had never felt this sensitive before. The very air on her skin was making her tremble.
“Ah… Ah…” she breathed out, trying to communicate to the Priest that it was, indeed, intense.
The Priest gave her another one of those prim smiles, and a primal urge in Salome told her to bend them over and fuck them herself. She resisted it. “Are you ready for me to touch you now?” the Priest said.
Salome nodded.
The Priest knelt and began running their hands all over Salome’s throbbing cock. They leaned onto Salome’s oversized testes as they did so, adding a new pressure that made Salome groan with pleasure. After a moment they added their mouth; biting, kissing, and sucking.
Eden, meanwhile, had finally cleared her throat enough to speak again. She started by groaning raggedly. “Oh, god, it just doesn’t end. This is… indescribable. I feel so…” She trailed off, looking down. “Oh my god. Are those our balls? Oh fuck, that’s what I was feeling earlier. Fuck. If I cum like this, I’m gonna…”
“That’s rather the idea,” the Priest said darkly. It was the one and only time they acknowledged anything Eden said.
“Oh man. Oh man…” she fretted, panting. “What do I do? I wanna cum so fucking bad…”
Salome was lost in a sea of the Priest’s calculated ministrations. Each massaging movement they made was somehow more delicious than the last. Salome had practically forgotten that Eden ever existed.
She was so overstimulated that there was no building sensation to her orgasm. She was given only a few seconds’ warning. “Priest… ah… ahhh…” She squirmed on the chaise again as the orgasm stabbed through her wide-open cockhole.
“Oh g—” Eden choked. And then the cum was shooting out of her in uneven ropes, splattering the ground like spilled paint. Eden managed a few ragged breaths between shots, but the sound of her gasping quickly grew more garbled and watery as the orgasm continued. After a few moments, it looked like she was foaming at the mouth with how much cum was pouring out of her. Each jerk of Salome’s cock seemed to push her glans further and further over Eden’s face—until finally, Eden’s face was gone, and Salome’s cock was back to its usual blue-and-pink self.
Salome hardly noticed any of this. She was too busy surviving the deluge of pleasure that hit her body along with each rope of cum hitting the ground. The orgasm seemed to go on forever. She felt her balls shrinking and growing lighter, but it seemed to happen at an agonizingly slow pace. She was caught between pleasure and torture, twitching atop the chaise lounge.
The Priest, sensing this, came around the side of the couch and laid their hands over Salome’s shoulders, stroking her skin soothingly.
Finally, somehow, she ran out of cum to pump out of her body. Her cock, twitching and spent, began to droop as the last bits of cum dribbled from its head. Salome was breathing hard, her chest heaving. She just lay there, staring at the thick pool of cum on the ground and gathering her wits.
“How do you feel?” The Priest said at length.
“Empty,” Salome said, and then laughed weakly.
“That looks to have sorted the problem,” they nodded in agreement, looking at Salome’s penis.
Salome lifted her head to look down. Only now did she properly register Eden’s absence. Relief settled over her as she realized this unsettling problem had been fixed with a relatively easy solution. And not to mention an enjoyable one.
“Take it easy for the next few days, and I imagine you’ll be in perfect condition for your next assignment,” the Priest assured her. They knelt and placed a gentle kiss on her cheekbone. “And thank you for being such a good patient.”
Taking the Priest’s advice to heart, Salome returned to her hammock on the hill and lay down to recover. She closed her eyes, smiling, and was just about to doze off when she felt something moving over her thighs. She looked down and her stomach fell in dread.
Eden was back.
“That felt soooo good,” she said happily. “Do you think the Priest would let us do it again?”