Hell Can Wait (for blowjobs)

"This is your last chance, Rzzoal," the head demon looked down at her from his perch. "Five times we've sent you to Earth to corrupt an innocent and five times you've failed. You're coming up on your sixth try and you know how we feel about that number around here."

Rzzoal nodded.

"We're sending you back as a woman this time," the demon continued. "So don't screw it up."

"I won't let you down, my liege," Rzzoal said with a salute.

The demon shook his head.

"Don't salute, we're not the army. We're demons for hell's sake!" he said, snapping his fingers.

Rzzoal was no longer in hell. She was on Earth, standing in front of a human woman. She was eyeing Rzzoal suspiciously. The woman wore a tight crop top shirt with a loose skirt. Her breasts were pretty small, compared to other humans Rzzoal had seen, but pert and firm. Her erect nipples were visible through the thin cotton fabric of her shirt. Rzzoal went to scratch her own head and the woman did the same. She ran her hands through the loose curls on her head that only went down past her ears. Then Rzzoal rubbed her nose. The woman did the same to her own cute, upturned nose.

Rzzoal realized she was looking in a mirror. This was the body the demon lord had chosen for her to corrupt mankind. Appraising this new form further, Rzzoal examined her hips, ass, thighs, calves and feet. They were all toned and supple, indicative of young flesh. Looking into her own, now brown, eyes, she winked to give herself a boost of confidence.

"First thing's first," she said, walking around this human's apartment.

She rifled through her belongings. Her new name was Wanda and based on the altar in the back room of the house, she was a devout servant to the dark forces. Wanda must have made a deal to allow a demon to inhabit her body; a surprisingly common occurrence. Mostly politicians and celebrities, but some regular people who just do it for the love of the game instead of greed.

Not that anyone in hell minded a little greed.

Rzzoal opened up Wanda's phone and used the h3LLgpt app to find out how to seduce and corrupt a man as a woman. A litany of advice spewed forth. Rzzoal shuddered at the results and at the app itself. Even demons in hell felt an undercurrent of disgust for LLMs. Something humans called "blowjobs" was vehemently suggested. After watching a few videos, Rzzoal got the basic idea. Human penis. Human mouth. Simple, just like most humans. The concept, in theory, made sense, but she needed to practice first. This was her last chance. If she failed again, she'd be cast out of Hell and banished to Earth to live as a human. Unthinkable.

After leaving Wanda's apartment, she walked along the street until she saw a human establishment for inebriation: Len's Brewhouse. The bar was filled with a half dozen men, all of which were in various states of drunken stupor. Most of the men were in their thirties, wearing various shades of the same dark suits. They were talking about boring financial things. Rzzoal cleared her throat. The men all looked at her.

"I need to practice giving blowjobs," she said, quite plainly. "Anyone interested?"

The men all shifted in their seats or chuckled to one another. A random woman approaching a group of strange men offering blowjobs was apparently an uncommon occurrence. The bartender just shook his head and went back to cleaning a glass.

After a few moments, Rzzoal approached a man sitting at the bar. He swiveled around to face her.

"Well, get it out," she said.

The man didn't react.

"Oh, fine," she said, reaching for his belt.

She undid his trousers, and pulled out his cock. It wasn't as big as the ones she'd seen in the videos, but that would make it easier to put in her mouth so she considered it a win. Dropping to her knees, she took the stranger's cock into her mouth and left it there. It was very firm and warm in her mouth. She felt a small drop of something hit her tongue.

"Oh, right," she said with her mouthful. "I'm supposed to suck on it."

She wrapped her lips around the base of the shaft and started sucking up towards the head. Then she opened her mouth a little and swallowed his cock back to the base. Whoever this Wanda person was, Rzzoal thought, her gag reflex was terrible. She forced the cock deeper and deeper into her throat and held it there, bobbing up and down. The man's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he groaned like the humans being tortured in hell.

Soon a few more of the bar patrons gathered around her. With her nose still pressing against the first man's stomach, she reached out and began freeing the cocks of the small crowd that had gathered around her. Using her hands she jerked them off while still attempting to swallow the cock that was in her mouth. A chorus of groans and moans rose up around her. Something twitched in her throat and a warm rush of something wet and sticky shot down her throat. The man finished coming and pulled out. His cock was still semi-hard but beginning to lose its previous rock hard form.

"I guess you're done," Rzzoal said, turning to the next cock.

With three other men surrounding her, she had plenty of opportunities to practice. She bobbed on one cock for a few seconds then switched to the next, using her hand to keep each cock hard as she moved between them. The men were calling her things like bitch, slut, whore - all words that Rzzoal thought was funny to say to someone who was giving you so much pleasure. The cock that was in her mouth pulsed and twitched just like the first. She switched from that cock to the next and it came all over her face, dripping down her chin to the floor. The next cock came within seconds, filling her mouth. With one left, she took it all the way into her throat and bobbed up and down. The man grabbed her hair and used it as a handle. He fucked her face so hard, that it made the cum in her mouth spill out onto his thrusting cock and down his balls. Rzzoal found it strange that he didn't mind. Most human men are averse to the seed of another man touching them, especially there. This man seemed to love it so much that he came within seconds.

Rzzoal pushed the men away and rose to her feet. She held her hand out to the bartender who placed the bar rag he used to dry his cups in her hand, which Rzzoal used to wipe her face clean.

"Thanks, humans," she said. "I mean, thanks, um, guys. I think I've got the hang of it now."

As she walked out of the bar, she began to scan the busy street. People filled the sidewalks; there were so many potential victims. The men in the bar were already destined for hell. She saw the red glow of their souls while they took turns fucking her face. Those didn't count. What she needed was the pale blue glow of a soul destined for heaven. One she could corrupt.

Amongst the various shades of red walking to and fro, there was one surprisingly bright blue soul walking up a small set of stairs to a coffee shop. The blue soul belonged to a fairly average looking human as far as Rzzoal could tell. Average height, average looks, but the purity and goodness of his soul was anything but average. She skulked across the street and followed him into the coffee shop.

"If I can corrupt a soul as pure as this one, then I'll be a legend in Hell," she said, taking her place in the queue.

The woman in front of her in line looked back in dismay. Rzzoal gleaned her soul and, seeing it was a fairly dark red, told her not to worry because her final destination was already set in stone. This freaked the woman out so much, she bolted from the shop. That meant this pure, blue soul was directly in front of her now.

"Psst, human, I mean, psst, you... uh, male," she whispered.

The man turned around.

"Me?"

"Yes. Hurry up and take your pants off," Rzzoal said, tugging at his jeans.

"My pants?" he asked, batting her hands away. "Why?"

"So I can suck your cock, idiot!"

This drew the intention of the entire coffee shop who gasped in horror at the both of them. The man looked around, confused. Rzzoal was also confused. Based on the videos she'd studied and the reaction of the men in the bar, a woman offering a free blowjob should be met with immediate surrender.

"Uh, do I know you?" the man asked.

"No! Why should that matter? Fine. My name is Rz-, er. My name is Wanda," Rzzoal said. "What's your name? Probably something human, like Jim or John or Josh."

"It's Graham," he said, pulling her out of the line and deeper into the coffee shop, away from prying eyes. "And I'm certain I don't know you, Wanda. So this must be a case of mistaken identity. I'm sure you meant to proposition someone else."

Rzzoal's eyes grew hungrier when Graham's soul grew even brighter with his noble gesture. Most humans wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of this misunderstanding and here he was trying to look out for her best interests.

"No, no, I'm quite sure you're the right person," Rzzoal said, grabbing at his pants. "Now, come on, let's make this quick."

Graham rebuffed her again and started to back away. He stumbled over the leg of a chair and almost hit the ground. After righting himself, he made a direct line for the exit. Rzzoal gave chase, following him to the sidewalk.

"Okay, ma'am," Graham said, walking backwards with his hands up to ward her off. "I'm not sure why you're coming on to me like this, but I don't have any money. I'm quite broke and that won't be changing anytime soon."

"Money?" Rzzoal laughed at the very notion.

"Well, fine. You're going through something very emotionally distressing and I'd be a real jerk to take advantage of you."

"You fool!" Rzzoal scolded him. "I'm trying to take advantage of you! What's your problem? Don't you find this body attractive?"

Graham swallowed a big, nervous gulp.

"That's not the point. Just, please, if you're in some kind of trouble, you can be honest with me about it. I'll try my best to help!"

His good-natured, pleading eyes bore into Rzzoal. She quickly came to the conclusion that she had bitten off more than she could chew with this one. He was just too pure and kind. At that moment, tears welled up in her stupid, weak human eyes and she began sobbing right there on the sidewalk. Graham immediately started to comfort her and led her off the street and back towards a large building with the words "Lamplight Apartments" etched on the door.

"This is my place," he said. "You can come in and get washed up if you want. You can even use my phone to call someone to come get you."

"Really?" Rzzoal said, with hopeful eyes.

"Yes, but no more, um, well, blowjob talk okay?"

Rzzoal nodded and followed him up to his humble apartment. It was a studio unit, sparsely furnished, but lined with pictures of him at various charity events: highway cleanups, Habitat for Humanity builds and even a picture of him in a clown costume at a children's ward. He brought her a glass of water which she accepted.

"So, tell me, honestly," he said, sitting next to her. "What's going on?"

Rzzoal blinked a few times at the glass of water and then told him the truth about her being a demon and needing to corrupt an innocent soul to get a promotion in Hell.

Graham rolled his eyes at this. "I said tell me the truth."

"I am telling you the truth. I'm a demon! Here I'll prove it!"

Rzzoal concentrated on the glass of water, heating it with her demonic powers. It began to bubble and steam. Water rumbled over the lip of the glass onto his scratched hardwood floor. He jumped up and took a few steps back.

"H-h-how did you do that?" he asked. "No, you can't really be a demon!"

"I am!" Rzzoal pleaded, as she started to cry again. "And if I don't corrupt your soul, I'll be the laughing stock of Hell for all eternity!"

Graham crossed his arms and thought about this. Her pitiful face slowly chipped away at his resolve. What she was asking for wasn't such an imposition after all. Surely, he could just let her do what she needed to and then be done with it.

"Okay. Fine."

Rzzoal looked up like a human child on that horrid holiday of Christmas.

"Really?!"

"Yes, really. I'm sorry for not believing you at first, but well, you know."

She dropped to her knees and scooted over to where he stood, undoing his belt and pants.

"No, yeah," she said, licking her lips. "I totally get it. Don't worry, I've gotten pretty good at this."

"I don't even want to know what that means," Graham said.

Rzzoal went to work on his cock immediately, licking, sucking, spitting, rubbing, caressing and even slapping herself on the face with it. Graham may have been reluctant, but his dick certainly wasn't. She took it in his mouth and shoved it to the back of his throat violently, just like the men in the bar had.

"Like this, right?" she said, with a mouth full of his human cock meat.

"W-well, that is nice, but" he said, gently grabbing the side of her head. "Maybe with a little more love?"

He guided her head up and down in long, slow motions all the while caressing her cheeks and gently stroking her hair. The overall experience for Rzzoal was not entirely unpleasant. In fact, there was something very soothing about being pampered while sucking a human cock. Much better than a demon's spikey, fiery appendage. Her eyes slowly began to droop and her jaw relaxed, allowing her to more easily take him deeper and deeper into her throat without Wanda's pathetic gag reflex acting up.

"There. That's so nice, Wanda," he said with a gentle moan.

She took his cock out of her mouth. "Actually, my demon name is Rzzoal."

"Rzzoal?" Graham groaned. "Such a pretty name. Oh, Rzzoal you, feel so good. Keep going. Just like that, Rzzoal. You look so good, right now."

A pretty name? Rzzoal means defiler of third-born holy men!

She could feel him start to shake and shudder. His cock became even harder in her mouth as she prepared to accept his cum.

"I'm about to cum, Rzzoal," he said. "Is it okay if I cum in your mouth or...?"

Rzzoal looked up into his bright, innocent eyes and nodded with his cock bouncing on her lips. She gripped his cock with her hand and moved it up and down, faster and faster.

When he finally came, they did it with their eyes locked on one another.

"Wow!" he said. "That was amazing, Rzzoal!"

She quickly excused herself to the bathroom to clean up. She looked at Wanda's face in the mirror; a little Graham's cum had dripped onto her chin. She grabbed a towel from a nearby towel rack and started to wipe it away. Instead she dropped the towel and used her tongue to lick up the last few drops.

"Okay, my liege," she said into the mirror. "I've done it! I've corrupted a pure soul. Now bring me back to hell and make me a proper demon, like in the deal!"

The head demon appeared in the mirror, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Rzzoal, you fool! You didn't corrupt anyone! In fact, you made him even more righteous and pure!"

"What?" Rzzoal replied, indignantly. "How?"

"He let you suck his cock because he wanted to help you attain true demonhood. Don't you get it? You didn't corrupt him at all! You just gave him another opportunity to show what a good person he is!"

And with that, the demon disappeared from the mirror. Rzzoal was crestfallen. It was so obvious and she missed it. She didn't corrupt his soul. If anything, his kindness made her soul less demonic. As she looked in the mirror now, she could see it. Her own soul glowed a shade of red that had hints of blue running throughout.

"But, what will become of me, my liege?" she asked.

A disembodied voice echoed in her head: "You are banished to Earth to live out your remaining years as Wanda!"

Rzzoal looked into the mirror at her own reaction. There was no anger or dismay. In fact, a slight smile grew across her lips.

Graham knocked on the door.

"Everything okay in there, Rzzoal? Were you able to become a real demon?" he asked.

"No," she said, opening the door and looking deep into his eyes. "Not yet, but hell can wait."