War jokingly grabbed his chest like I’d just stabbed him in the heart. As I rolled my eyes, I caught Con's sad puppy eyes. I swear I could almost hear a whimper in response to my callous attitude. Too bad, so sad! I snapped my head forward, refusing to acknowledge his adorably handsome face looking so glum. This was partially his fault, so I refused to feel bad.
While Death grumbled under his breath about having things done against his will, I found Fame's lack of input interesting. He was the one I had expected to try to find a loophole or an out from this arrangement, but his face was blank of emotions. His eyes, however, flicked all around him, taking in everything.
“What is that?!” Death blurted.
I looked over my shoulder to pinpoint what he was looking at, and my lips curved up in a smirk. Before us was an unending line of gray stone statues that made the wall around the first circle, Lust. The statues were made up of naked bodies of various shapes, genders, and sizes. All of them were poised in various stages of ecstasy, some touching themselves, some posed like someone was fucking them, some posed like they were fucking something in front of them. I considered it an enormous work of art, sculpted by hand by Mod. I wondered if he still had the one I’d crafted in his castle.
“That, Death, is the border of the first circle of Hell: Lust,” Con said, his eyes still bugging out of his head as a slice of fear entered his eyes as he drifted closer to the wall. He must’ve remembered the stone statues inside from when he dropped into Hell the first time. I noticed him inspecting the few stone bodies in front of him, appreciating the exquisite details.
As Con reached out to touch the seductive stone woman's body, she shimmered and changed forms. His hand snapped back as her form started to grow larger hips and breasts. Her waist shrunk and pinched in, and her short hair grew to tumble down her back in big curls. Her lips grew just slightly more plump, and she bent her legs wide and pointed her head up towards the sky in a silent scream of ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” War moaned.
The stone woman was now shaped into the last moment that Con and I had in the hotel bathroom when his mouth had been between my thighs. Con looked back at me, lust clouding his eyes at the visual depiction of his own memory.
Con swaggered up to me, stopping just short of us being chest to chest. I had to tilt my head slightly to look up at him. He wasn't as tall as War or Fame, but he was still taller than my five-foot-six ass.
He lifted his hand, and as he pushed some hair behind my ear, my body betrayed me and shivered at the slight touch.
“She pales in comparison to the real thing.” Con's caress and sexy words created an imaginary bubble around us, cutting out external sounds. He leaned down, lips just a hair away from mine, and I almost gave in to the intoxication of him. Almost.
“You must've forgotten how you fell through a portal as soon as I came, leaving me wanting.” My voice held an angered edge to it that I couldn't help. I swiftly sidestepped his leaning form and waved my hand to the others. “Let's go.”
The others were all making fun of Con behind me. I made sure to face forward and be a couple of steps ahead of them, so they didn't see the slight smile on my lips. I wasn't ready to forgive them yet.
I pointed to the stone bodies as we passed through the wall. “These stone bodies are made to change and take the form of your greatest desire or best sexual experience. They are here to entice and excite you, but they are still stone. They don't feel and can't make sounds. They are like lifeless dolls made to tempt you into the sin you so love.”
They all looked at the stone bodies a little differently as they made it into the Lust circle. All you could see was a never-ending barren land of scattered stone bodies, almost like a graveyard that reeked of lust and desperation. The stone bodies were eerily still and lifeless as we walked silently between them, at least until a soul showed up.
The male soul stopped in front of a woman-shaped stone statue, and the stone came to life, changing into the soul's preference. She started to move seductively, doing a silent dance for this soul. We saw him whip out his dick and masturbate in front of it. He was furious and angry about it, yanking on his dick hard as he barked at the statue to moan. She opened her mouth, her lips shaped into a moan, but there was no sound.
He yelled at her to call him “Big Daddy”, to tell him he had a big dick, but every time she opened her mouth, only silence followed. He tipped his head back and screamed at the sky, frustration and anger bleeding out. Soon he let go of his dick and stomped over to the next statue and did the exact same thing, still not getting the release he was desperate for.
I could feel my lust magic vibrate underneath my skin, cooing at me to let it out and play with all the lustful souls around, but I squashed that. I wasn’t here to play; I was just passing through.
I glanced back at the guys, seeing them really looking at the souls around with wide eyes and curious glances. Before the guys could ask any questions, we heard a woman scream. It was filled with such endless pain and torture that we all looked at each other to confirm we wanted to see what was going on.
We heard it again, and we turned towards it and walked around until we saw a woman who was pinned to the ground by two of the stone male bodies. One was at her head, holding her arms above her, while the other was eating her out, but as soon as she started to get breathless and let out a moan full of pleasure, the stone man pulled away, keeping her legs in place even as she tried to move towards him.
“No. No. Please. Please let me come. Just this once. I won't tell. Please. It's been forever. It's been torture.” Her sobs fell on deaf ears as the stone man just looked at her with cold, dead eyes, not moving a centimeter as she wailed and screamed.
“NO! NO! FUUUUCCCKKK!” Her screams could be heard for miles; they were that loud. As soon as she calmed down, her body stilled, finished fighting the stone man, and then he started again. Licking and fucking her with his cold gray fingers, working her up, just to leave her hanging… for the rest of eternity.
I looked at the guys. War had one eye closed and the other open as he winced at the scene in front of him. Death glared at the lady as he lifted an eyebrow in question. Con's face showed nothing, but he had his hands hovered over his dick, almost like he was trying to shield himself from the horrible scene, trying to save his dick’s innocence. Fame’s expression, on the other hand, was one I didn’t expect to see. His eyes flirted with excitement, like he was seeing justice carried out before him and he enjoyed it.
“What did she do?” Fame’s eyes were still on the form of torture she was forced to endure.
“Anyone who ends up here is here because what they did was bad on a sexual level, but the level of punishment is supposed to fit the crime. So for that guy before, the one who can’t get off on his own, my guess is that he liked to get off with women he liked to control forcefully, and since he is here, it was not consensual.”
Fame nodded. “And her?”
I looked back at her weeping form again. Grooves had formed from the years of falling tears, marring her face. “For something like that, I would guess that she was part of some rape situations. Maybe she brought the girls to the men, maybe she did it herself, maybe she just watched it happen, but she knew about it for sure. You can always get an idea about what the crime is depending on what the stone statues are doing.”
Fame smiled, a cruel, dark smile that said he liked that she was paying for her sins here, and he enjoyed watching her suffer for what she had done.
I looked down at my right wrist, seeing the scales move, and realized that this was what he was to his core: the scales of justice. It was why he was a lawyer and why his power only released when he was making some sort of deal or pact, but it still didn't solve the mystery of what these men were. It was on the tip of my tongue, like I knew it, but it was hidden deep within my brain and I was just not able to recall it right away.
“Holy shit and put cheese on my dick! It's Lily Pie in the flesh!”
