Hell's Belles: Circle of Sloth (Patreon)

Been ducking in and out on this one for a while. Featuring the muscular demoness of Sloth being the latest to host our hellbound human. Originally wrote it in the time of The Orc and The Prince and Barbell Barbie, and had to hesitate if I was putting out too many muscle girls on smaller guys. Figured I’d spread it out, but not so much as too many in the end. Doesn’t always happen, but I’ve got a real clear mental image of Ravash. Just imagine a minor Doom boss hot.

All things considered, Dan was really enjoying his life in Hell. It definitely could have been worse; he could have been one of the infinite dead suffering the psychological horrors and torture administered by all the demons. Having the entire underworld thirsty for a dick that wasn’t covered in spikes or chitin and a body that couldn’t age or die (again) felt like a pretty sweet deal, all things considered.

He had a place to stay, even if he shared it with his tentacled roommate Tromble. He had spent the night (or many hours, anyway) satisfying the wealthy Corra and her mindless maids for a new hellphone and an open line of credit. He was feeling pretty pleased with himself, apart from feeling a little sore and sleeping off the aftermath of Corra’s stamina boosting magic wearing off.

“You really should try working out more often,” the wealthy pink demoness lectured as she lounged in bed. She smoked some small pipe that blew out purple-black smoke in between having one of her doll-like maids hand-feed her steak and eggs.

“I certainly don’t need to,” the demoness added. “But I know most demons will stop by the circle of Sloth. They know how to put you through a quick workout.”

“You mean torture?” Dan asked as he finished waking from his nap. Another of the legion demon maids appeared to offer him a cup. He made sure it was actually coffee and not some horrible potion or piece of a person or something before he took and drank it.

“Not in the sense you’re thinking of. They’re an energetic bunch in Sloth. The ones that end up in Sloth and Pride don’t often carry the same elegance and foresight as those of us stationed in Greed, but they know how to get things done.”

“I think I could use a breather, really,” Dan admitted. “That was a… busy night.”

“I understand completely!” Corra gushed. “What good is strength when you have others to do it for you? You don’t need to be terribly powerful when you’re commanding a horde.”

The curvy demon’s eyes lit up curiously. “Which reminds me! You may want to look into obtaining a legion of your own.”

“Can I do that?” Dan asked. He looked to the maids, all identical beyond clothing or minor scuffs or scrapes. She had explained that legions were just hivemind demons; one mind in many bodies like one-man armies. “Like, yes morally, obviously. It’s Hell. But does that even work?”

“You’re demon enough, as I understand it,” Corra nodded. “And legions tend to be quick to obey. Doers over thinkers, you know? They make excellent messengers, guides, carriers… you name it.”

“How would I even do it though? Do I have to beat them in a fight? Get them to sign a contract in blood?”

“Dear, you’re being very dramatic,” Corra smiled, smoke seeping out her fangs. “Just Google it.”

Remembering his phone, Dan started it up. It fired right up and didn’t ask him to register, sporting a strange variety of demonic icons and apps. Runestar, Soul Tracker, Virgil Maps…

He pulled up his browser and did as Corra suggested. “How to find a legion” brought up several glowing black links with pictures of assorted creatures. Some were made of fire, covered in spikes, more mouth than face… a bit much for his liking. He tapped one of the more tame-looking ones; the imp he recognized from his brief visit to the circle of Pride. Tiny, purple, winged… she seemed perfect for the basic errands he’d imaging coming up. He’d only meant to open the link when a green check went over her face.

“And done. She’s all yours if you go get her,” Corra explained.

“It’s that easy?” Dan asked in disbelief.

“You overcomplicate so much. Demons appreciate simplicity, especially a legion. Give them a clear errand and they’re happy as can be. More tea, by the way, ladies.”

“Yes, mistress,” the doll-like drones replied in unison.

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Dan saw himself out of Corra’s manor/cave before he went back to his guidebook. It had all the shortcuts he needed to get through the underworld, including just turning the page to arrive in the more notable realms. He flipped through a couple of pages as he tried to remember which bookmark was which.

“Let’s see… I think purple was pride? That’s a royal color… or was it greed again?”

He was flicking through his book when he accidentally hit another bookmark. As the page turned, the world folded over and around him like a massive pop-up book. The debris of the Greed realm was replaced by heat, stone and fire, even if it barely affected his reformed body. It had a traditionally hellish look, with the limping souls around him dehydrated or genuinely scorched down to husks of human beings. The smell of sweat and intense heat filled the air.

“Oops. Wrong turn,” Dan admitted.

He started to run his fingers more carefully through the guidebook before turning anything, just to get lifted off his feet. A massive limb caught around his neck and pressed him into a huge pair of breasts, making him momentarily gag before remembering he didn’t have to breathe. He gasped anyway as the hot musk of sweat hit his nose.

“Another fresh piece of meat, eh!?” a deep woman’s voice demanded. It sounded familiar from the last time he’d been threatened with the particular circle. “If you’re too tired to run, I could always use another punching bag.”

“Sorry! Not me,” Dan interrupted quickly. “I’m not a guest. I’m a local. Part demon.”

His hair blew around for a second as a heavy snort blew past him. He found himself grabbed by the armpits and lifted into the air completely, turned to face the red-skinned amazon. She was ridiculously muscular and at least eight feet tall, pitch black horns like a nightmarish bull’s growing out of her head of wild white hair. Animalistic eyes scanned him as she held him in front of her chest, each tit easily bigger than his head. She wore tight gym shorts over her muscular thighs and a muscle shirt so tight that it tore in several places around her chest and muscles, exposing most of one breast and a fair share of the other.

The burly demon lifted Dan up and sniffed his hair.

“Shit. Okay, so it IS you. Don’t see a lot of you. I thought Scut Butt sent you somewhere else,” she noted.

“Filing error, I guess,” Dan admitted. “Just like how I ended up back here. I was just trying to get to Pride to find my legion.”

“Oh! Yea, you’re way off track,” the horned woman said, her gruff voice suddenly much friendlier over her intimidating tone from before.

She set him down and squatted, leaning on her knees to get closer to his height.

“What did you want one of them for anyway? Legions are a bunch of pussies.”

“I was told they make good gofers.”

“Well yea. If you don’t want to move anything bigger than a breadbox,” the demon scoffed. “Even a little toothpick like you could handle more than that.”

She prodded a finger twice the size of Dan’s into his chest, enough to make him stumble back a couple steps. Corra had said that the Sloth demons knew how to work out, after all.

“I guess so. Well thanks for the pointers. My name’s Dan.”

“Ravash,” the oni-like demon grinned. It made her mouth spread into an unusually wide grin of thick, irregular fangs.

“So how did you plan on binding them?”

“Binding what?” Dan asked.

“The legion thing. Got a leash or a totem? Because you’re sure not going to tame one with a puny aura like that.”

“I… didn’t know that was part of the process. I thought they just latched on or that there was an app on the hell phone.”

“Ah. So you talked to the Greeds, did ya?”

Ravash’s hungry grin turned to a calmer smirk. “Get you when you really need it on short notice and up the shipping charges. Classic move. You don’t even need puny artifacts when you’ve got the raw power to do it yourself.”

“Then… DO I have that kind of power?” Dan pried.

“In a half breed? No way. Not on your first couple days of eternity. You’d need to bulk up that magic a little.”

Ravash raised and flexed her arm. It bulged absurdly, to the point where her bicep looked like a pumpkin rather than muscle.

“Romeo and Juliet here ain’t just for show,” she boasted as she slapped her bulging bicep with her free hand.

It held solid even under the force of her own smack, and the raised arm just made the subtle aroma that was bothering Dan suddenly smell much stronger. Demon sweat all but punched him in the nose as a surge of energy ran through him like a shot of hot espresso.

Ravash noticed after a moment and her bestial eyes lit up. “Oh right! You’re part human! You must be having a blast about now.”

“I’m definitely more awake,” Dan admitted. Even his cock was pulsing inside his pants.

“Yea, I have that effect on mortals. It’s great for driving them crazy so they run themselves to death over the hot coals. No better way to burn those calories than a death march, I say.”

Dan nodded and bit his lip. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, feeling an almost fight or flight instinct kicking in. His toes curled in preparation to move… anywhere. He just had energy to burn.

“Tell you what. I’m off in a minute anyway, so why don’t I give you a quick lesson in binding? It won’t hold any of the big names with a wimp like you, but it’ll do for subby bitches like the legions.”

“Sounds good to me,” Dan agreed. It wasn’t as though he had anything to lose here.

“Great! I could use a workout buddy besides these husks of cucks. YOU! No slacking!” she barked suddenly as she pointed off at some random tortured soul.

“This’ leg day, bitches! Gimme infinity more laps! Anyway, be right with ya, bro.”

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Ravash quickly wrapped up her duties of dooming souls to getting swole before she led Dan to her quarters. The heat of the circle of Sloth had him working up a fair sweat just from the walk but it barely seemed to affect the bigger demon. Her shorts rode up on her muscled glutes, letting him watch each one bounce as she stepped, but that seemed to be by design. She shoved aside a massive boulder that he’d never have suspected as an entrance, revealing her home in the cave behind.

Everything about it shouted equal parts gym and torture chamber. There were heavy chains that made up complex weightlifting machines and spike-edged chin-up bars. A set of barbells levitated above a torture rack. He didn’t even see a bed, not that he actually needed to sleep since he came here.

Dan was breathing deeper and heavier than he was outside before he realized he was doing it. His body was huffing in the smell of Sloth demon sweat, his head spinning on the energizing stuff. It made him feel like he’d just run a mile and was still up for another.

“Alright, stringbean! You ready to incinerate some calories and bulk up that mana of yours?!” Ravash barked confidently.

“Yea! I think,” Dan replied more eagerly than he’d intended.

“Bitchin’. Then lose those pants cuz I can tell ya Hell magic builds off three concepts; pain, destruction, and creation. Some hardcore fuckin’ and an intense workout’ll bring that out of anybody!”

Dan was too fired up to say no. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and followed Ravash’s lead to the torture rack/weight bench. He grasped the bar as she instructed and after a half second, it fell directly on his throat. Dan gagged but felt the strange sensation of not being able to breathe while also not having to breathe at all. It was just mildly uncomfortable above all else.

“Come on, pussy! You call that muscle!?”

Ravash straddled his lip, pressing the immense weight of a tall and buff demoness on his groin. It was one way of being crushed that he actually didn’t mind as her powerful thighs flexed around his junk. She grinned widely as she watched him struggle.

“Pump that aura, bitch! We’re gonna turn that limp-dick candle of your magic into an inferno!”

She slid a finger under the massive weights and easily lifted them back up into place.

“Now try it again, but push from your gut.”

“Isn’t that exactly what you’re not supposed to do?” Dan asked with a quick cough.

“Not down here it ain’t. That’s for pussies with mortal bodies. Now fuck up that weight, ya little imp princess!”

Her strange insults were surprisingly amusing while keeping Dan motivated. He took the barbell and pushed it trying his best to follow her vague directions. While the rune-carved weights looked like they were hundreds of pounds, he managed to slowly drag it down and up again.

“Congrats! You’ve got the aura of a baby to move those warmup weights!” Ravash barked.

“Now let’s turn up the heat!”

The burly red demon peeled off her shredded tank top and stepped off his lap. Her jugs were huge but remained surprisingly upright and perky from the intense muscle holding them up. Dan’s cock pulsed for attention, but it didn’t have to wait long. Ravash went to her knees and her huge tits slapped down around his cock, wrapping it up in her warm and sweaty cleavage. His hips bucked between the surprising force behind her titty drop and his urge to hump the damp flesh.

“C’mon. No distracting,” Ravash ordered.

Even as she egged him on, she grinned widely, enjoying watching him struggle. She cupped her firm tits and started pushing them up and down, giving Dan a good look at her hard orange nipples and the brass barbell piercings running through them. They jangled gently with each hearty bounce around his shaft. Precum was already starting to ooze out of it.

“C’mon. Work it or I’ll never let ya cum. Eternity’s a long time to edge, ain’t it, little man?”

Dan huffed a few breaths before he went for it again. His grip on it wavered but he managed to do another stiff rep.

“That’s it. Keep it goin’, stud. Nothin’ like a good workout to get ya goin’.”

Ravash parted her fangs enough for a blue tongue as thick and flexible as a large snake to slip through them. It ran down between her own tits, slurping over Dan’s cockhead in a writhing motion. It cleaned up his cum while replacing it with her thick saliva, eying him up hungrily. The demi-human did all he could to focus on the weight above him, catching glimpses of the huge, horned woman ravishing his dick below.

He couldn’t think hard enough to track how many reps he got in before Ravash suddenly pulled her wet tits away from him. The weights levitated back into place as he let out a relieved sigh, just to moan as she ran a large, clawed hand around his cock.

“Man, just the taste of that stuff…” she purred, giving him a few rough strokes.

Dan still humped her hand, shuddering in her grasp.

“I’ve been drainin’ souls for devil knows how long, and I ain’t been this hyped to do it in ages. Let’s up your ante a little more!”

Rav got up excitedly and grabbed a couple handfuls of gigantic weights. She slapped them onto either end and dusted her hands off.

“Are you sure I can… oof… handle that?” Dan asked, wincing as his cock twitched needily.

“Not really! But you ain’t gonna find out without pushin’ your limits. What’s the worst that can happen? It kills ya?!”

Ravash laughed loudly as she ruffled his hair. Her height and his laying on her bench left Dan realizing he was right below crotch height with her. The smell of the musky muscle demon had his heart racing like a hummingbird, and his eyes widened as he saw her slide her tight gym shorts off, exposing her naked red pussy and a small but bushy patch of pubic hair above it. Both were soaked between the arousal and sweat of the exercise demon.

“The trick is not to focus too hard. It should be natural,” she purred in a lower and more intimate tone to her gravelly voice.

She spread her legs and stood over him, leaving her pussy hovering just over his head. It blocked out his view of the weights as her broad shoulders, huge tits and ripped abs stood in his way. He panted heavily as his body tried to drink up what was practically a visible cloud of sweaty brimstone musk.

“So lemme distract ya a little more.”

Ravash sat on his face, mashing her large pussy into his nose and mouth. It might have been his close proximity to it but he could hear the thick wetness splat against his lips. He gave a maddened moan as his tongue immediately rolled out, eager for a taste of the invigorating musk. It was like tasting the powerful demoness was enough to build up his strength. Her strong thighs closed in around his head, smirking down at him as she settled into place.

“Thirsty little bitch, ain’tcha? Gotta remember to stay hydrated,” she teased as she started humping his face in time with his stroking tongue.

Her heavy hips collided with his face with a mildly stinging slap, a rough wakeup call that kept him alert and attentive. His tongue rolled around inside her slit, quickly finding her engorged clit. She was clearly just as aroused as he was, but more aggressive and in control about it. He ran his lips and tongue over the swollen bud, getting a deep and low growl out of her. It made her abs ripple hypnotically as his arms ran past her thighs.

“Don’t think I’m goin’ easy on ya for sucking a good pussy, tiny. This’ part of the workout, so get to it! Worship this mountain of Hell muscle like it deserves!”

Ravash seemed to flex every muscle in her body as she arched her back, raising and bulging her arms. Dan nodded desperately beneath her, shaking his head against her pussy. He ran his hands up the complex lines of her rippling thighs and abs as he started exploring her monstrously fascinating figure. Ravash let out another low growl as he seemed to rub her thick muscles just right, since her humping became a bit rougher and more demanding. His hands finally reached her big round breasts, squeezing the firm flesh and flicking at the thick piercings through her nipples.

“Thaaaaat’s it… there’s a good mortal bitch. Chug that demon pussy, pussy. Y’know you want it. Eat it up like a subby little cunt ‘til you’re chokin’ on it.”

Ravash had run her hand down Dan’s stomach, running her clawed fingertips around the edges of his cock. He shuddered and immediately gushed another glob of precum to lube up her strokes. The extra vibration of his tongue as it rubbed against the demoness’ clit pushed her over the edge and her massive hand gripped his hair. She let out a long, fang-gritting snarl as she mashed her pussy into his face. Her powerful hips ground hard, rubbing her sweat-soaked bush into his nose while she squirted into his mouth. The thick and slightly sour cream had Dan gulping it down, messily drooling out whatever he couldn’t catch in time.

Even when she finished grinding and slid off of him, the smell of her sex and sweat would haunt his nose for hours. Ravash let out a husky sigh as she wiped some moisture from her forehead.

“Nice! You’re startin’ to get the hang of liftin’ now!” she encouraged with a satisfied grin.

“I’m what now?”

Dan realized he’d been rubbing and worshiping her body the whole time, feeling up her breasts and biceps. He wasn’t positive when he let go of the weights, but they were moving up and down on their own now. There was a faint tension from somewhere in his stomach, and he could feel it flexing softly every time the weights started moving one way or the other.

“That’s me… right?”

“Told ya. It’s about not thinking about it. The other circles will tell ya your magic comes from the eyes or the mind, but Sloth demons know it’s all in your guts and your abs! Gotta have a proper core and stance to lift and move anything!”

The grinning demon loped around him, circling the bench before she caught the weight in one hand. She grunted as she hefted it over her horns, all while swinging a leg over his lap to straddle his hard cock. She smirked and grunted, letting out another heated burst of steam and smoke from her flaring nostrils to go with Dan’s moan.

“But speaking of liftin’, all this coaching’s got me fired up. Let’s treat ourselves a little, huh?”

Dan wasn’t about to object, but she didn’t bother to wait and find out. Ravash’s powerful legs started to pump, riding his hardon roughly. Dan grunted and started thrusting up into her, even if the massive woman would barely budge from it. It still pounded his dick into her solid core, getting her to growl lowly as she quickly got warmed up so shortly after her first orgasm.

“That’s it. Fuck yea… feelin’ that burn,” she grunted.

Ravash held out her free hand and with a series of strange warping and clanging noises, she summoned a second set of weights into her grasp. The room soon became filled with the grunts and clanks of the demon who seemed to barely differentiate between sex and exercise. The addition of weights was a distraction for Dan but it just seemed to arouse her even further. It also made her body press down even heavier on top of him and her body constantly clenched and flexed around his cock.

The cum and sweat ran down her body and onto Dan, but she’d teased and dominated him long enough. He fucked her uncontrollably until he shuddered beneath her, adding his own sexual juices to the mix. Her large but tightly flexing pussy clutched him as he shot his load inside her, coating her insides with his seed. Ravash gave a satisfied groan as she tensed up and came again, squirting right back at him to mix their orgasms together inside her and leaking out her slowly relaxing pussy.

With a final sigh, Ravash tossed her weights carelessly to either side. They landed with a booming thud, leaving some rough dents in the floor and walls where they landed.

“Good shit! Now I get what all the hype’s about with human dick,” she raved happily. “I feel like I’m ready for another shift at the torture pits already!”

“I should probably finish my errand,” Dan sighed, his head still spinning with sexual exhaustion and Ravash’s motivating scent.

“Though I could really use a quick break and a shower first.”

The huge horned woman had started toweling herself off with what looked like a spare loincloth. She gave him a confused look with her feral eyes.

“Shower? Who needs one of those?” she asked in genuine curiosity.

That seemed to explain a lot about the reeking jock’s life in Sloth.

“So maybe head back HOME and shower,” he corrected.

Ravash stretched out over her head, flexing her back and arms one last time. Dan stared at her rippling back and thickly muscled ass as he made a mental note to come back for more… training.

“Sure, bro. You do you. Whatever you need to get a clear head for pickin’ out a minion.”