Burn In Hell Complete Trilogy (Gay Demon Erotica

Welcome to Hell, where the damned burn forever – with sexual passion. This sinfully sexy trilogy presents three stories of demons who turn damnation of the soul into paradise of the body. Collects “Lucifer’s Lust,” “The Servants of Asmodeus,” and “Azazel Rises.” M/m. These stories are also available individually, and are offered in this collected version at a bargain price. For adults only.

Lucifer’s Lust: Lucifer, the Prince of Hell himself, recounts the erotic truth behind his fall from grace. As the firstborn angel, Lucifer watches in admiration as his fellow beings are created, but his admiration soon turns to raging lust. He has one message for his brethren: give in to the pleasures of the flesh, or be lost for eternity.

The Servants of Asmodeus: As the embodiment of lust, the demon Asmodeus has created his very own kingdom in Hell, populated by naked men who only want to serve him with their bodies. When a confused, newly damned soul arrives, Asmodeus must break him in by teaching him who his master really is.

Azazel Rises: Driven by desire for a living body, the demon Azazel ascends to the earth. Some men fear him, but others are more than willing to satisfy the demon's lust.

Approximately 14,100 words

Excerpt:

You want to know how it really happened?

To put it simply: I taught them their true purpose.

For a better explanation: I saw them created. I watched as their insubstantial beings were given form. Flesh. Bodies. Skin in all shades, pale as ivory to deepest black. Each shape was a new miracle of sensuality. Long arms, hard with muscle. Chests like armor. Long legs that could hold them up, and between those legs, wondrous organs that were both hard and soft, organs that changed at the slightest touch.

Their faces were no less astounding. Molded like clay, eyes looked out onto the brightening void. Hard-ridged noses rose from sculpted cheeks, making entirely new shapes. And their mouths -- their mouths were my favorite part. Smooth lips opened into wet caverns. Tongues writhed, seeking language and contact with other mouths. Their mouths begged to be explored from the very beginning.

I, there before any of them, beheld their becoming. I, once shapeless, was given shape and form in time to watch them receive their own.

The strange organ between my legs grew hard and rose at the sight of them. How could I have stopped myself? Almost without realizing what I was doing, my hands slid down my own skin to grasp the organ. I cried out in shock as a thunderous pleasure gripped me. The organ pulsed in my hand. The fleshy spheres beneath it tightened. Shuddering, I curled my new fingers around the organ's shaft and began stroking it. I had only just learned to breathe and the breath erupted from me in loud, uneven gasps. I stared at my companions as they developed in front of me, and watching them I worked what I would come to know as my cock in my hand, the pleasure mounting within me, higher and higher, until--

The first orgasm.

Quaking from the force of it, I brought my hand up to examine the white fluid that had erupted from the organ. I studied it. I tasted it with the tip of my tongue. And I knew only one thing: I wanted more of it.

That's the knowledge I imparted to them.

But you'll have heard it was pride.