Doomed

Doomed

This is a smut series inspired heavily by DooM, however, it is not strictly a parody thereof; it shares 'pornified' takes on many of the demons as well as similar environments. However, it takes few story elements and the Slayer will not appear. This is simply a 'for fun' smut involving sexy versions of the DooM demons.

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Erik didn't remember 'before'. He didn't remember much beyond his own name and some vagaries about a life he must have had before he woke up... here.

Wherever 'here' was; a bleak, desolate land of tan and brown rock, barren plateaus and steppes between jagged stone crags. He was on a bluff overlooking a vast, endless plain of dust and rock, split by meandering rivers of grey and brown water... or in the distance, the molten glow of lava, issuing from fissures.

Far overhead the dull-orange clouds wheeled and churned in endless maelstrom, but so distant that it all seemed slow and placid, and the world below was not scoured by the sky's violence, an amber light still somehow pervading the world and lighting it up like the beginnings of dusk. But the stormy skies added to that with their own red lightning as it crackled through the roiling fumes that passed for clouds, illuminating the formations from within and without and giving it the sense of a great conflagration, whilst the ragged shards of lightning crackled around the billowing surfaces of the clouds, their low rumbling audible consistently.

Here and there, back down on the ground, he spied the trunks of dead trees, a scant few possessing anything reminiscent of leaves, the wood a faded brown or grey, or blackened from char where fires once burned.

Here and there were clumps of grey or yellowed grass, dried and brittle yet still barely swaying in the lukewarm breeze that swept across the rocky bluff, some of the blades bent harshly from where it had broken them, but still many stood, as if condemned to some sort of undeath, never to simply waste away, remaining until laid low by the incessant wind.

Was that his fate? Was he cursed to whither endlessly in this hellish land?

He looked down at himself; he was naked, not even a cloth to conceal his groin, not that he saw anything living in this forsaken place that would even take offence.

If his fate was to be such, he had plenty of wasting to look forward to; though he did not have the physique of a great warrior, his slightly grimy body had decent muscular tone, perhaps the result of labour from his time... before.

He vaguely recalled working away beneath a harsh sun, and soil beneath him. Maybe a farmer, and one that ate reasonably well, Erik not recalling much in the way of great hunger.

Still, he was slim of frame, and still a youth compared to some, some two dozen years behind him before... whatever happened.

Had he died? Had he been cursed?

That he couldn't remember at all.

It was scary to him, wondering what he could've done to deserve damnation in such a place. He wouldn't last long in his skin alone, with nothing he could see to eat or drink, the river he saw far off wending through the plains below too distant for him to reach... and perhaps unfit for consumption even if he could.

He carefully crept up to the edge of the bluff, looking down a sheer cliff to the ground below, and saw no means to descend, least of all in the nude.

He felt a gust of wind ruffle his short hair, and he felt a surge of heat come with it. It wasn't intolerable, but it wasn't comfortable either, though the ambient temperature was, despite the hellish desert that spanned before him, lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, yet still uncomfortable without any clothes.

He turned away from the bluff and looked the other way, seeing how the rock slowly descended in steps to a plateau that backed up to distant mountains, where the stormy clouds spiralled the dark peaks, the mountains black with shadow and the land before them similarly darkened by clouds that hung closer, the amber light that pervaded the world weaker here. The rising mounts were foreboding to Erik, and he did not wish to go that way. He hoped that he could find a way down to the plains below, maybe make it to the river. Maybe he would expire trying, and be free of this curse.

Why he didn't think to throw himself onto the ground below the bluff, he didn't know. It would be an easy, quick end before his suffering began, but something within him wouldn't let him take his own life.

So onward he went, carefully navigating the rocky terrain around him, a mixture of coarse rock and smooth, cracked plates of wind-blasted stone he took care not to slip on.

It almost seemed like there was a path, the ridge of the bluff rising above to his left and the stepped slopes that led down towards the shadowed plain beneath the glower of the dark mountains to his right, with a wending route nestled between. He followed that as it slowly meandered downwards, the plain to his right gradually dropping downwards, perhaps at some point joining the expanse he laid eyes on prior.

It was darker now, as his path took him into a cleft between the ridge above and a winding but shallow outcropping to his right that separated his route from the sinister plains before the mountains, like a wall, though it did not shelter the apparent path too much.

As he crept along, carefully dropping down small drops between terraced rock formations, he pondered if this place was indeed Hell, but the name seemed so vague to him. That it was something he feared 'before', but he didn't know for what reason now. It was a descriptor, 'hellish', and he saw this place as such. But he could no longer recall what Hell was, exactly. If he even truly believed in it 'before'.

The gaps in his memory and knowledge seemed so strange and arbitrary, but he couldn't really work out why. He knew who he was, in a way, but that was a feeling. Most of what he recalled were feelings mixed with small, specific details that lacked the context to fully understand them.

He tried to think harder, delve deeper into his mind, but he continued to draw up blanks amid fuzzy ideas and concepts that only hinted at life 'before', yet other knowledge that was more abstract, like his grasp of language, he seemed to recall perfectly.

He frowned, feeling lost and alone without even concrete memories to explain things to him.

Then he heard a sound, small stones tumbling down dusty rock, along with a quick, harsh scraping.

He whipped around in time to see a small stone bounce to a standstill onto a smooth plate of rock behind him.

There had been no gust of wind, and where he was, the constant breeze barely reached.

Erik no longer felt so alone, but that brought him no end of discomfort. In the nude, he felt extra vulnerable, the idea that perhaps he wasn't the only living thing in this land terrifying him.

He moved faster, his breathing quickened and his heart racing, but he couldn't move too fast, lest he slipped on the dusty surface of the smooth stone slabs that layered the path on its downwards trend.

He'd rather walk on the rougher stone if he could, his calloused feet at least somewhat tolerant of the coarse surface, but it didn't provide him enough grip on the dusty plates.

He continued forward, the path getting less terraced and more sloped, getting just that bit steeper before cutting into a narrow pass through the plateau, a space on the left halfway down before the route entered the gap.

But as he took one more step, he looked to his right when he caught a flash of movement creeping over the edge of a boulder set next to the path.

He was slowly overcome with terror as he laid eyes on the visage of some... thing clinging to the top of the big rock, great golden eyes cutting through the gloom of the natural pass, a crack of red lightning overhead briefly illuminating more, letting Erik see the orange-brown 'carapace' that it seemed to have along its shoulders and the top of its head, its face purple in colour, two thin nostrils on a shallow bump serving as its nose, with lips pulling back as he watched it into a toothy snarl... or was it a smile?

He couldn't quite tell, but he could see the sharp teeth it possessed, seemingly glinting in the light. Its chitinous arms clung to the rock, spindly fingers ending in sharp claws instead of nails.

A low hissing sound left it, and it sounded oddly pleased... like it had found prey.

Erik snapped himself out of his petrified fixation, and turned back down the path to flee.

He heard it scrambling off the rock, then nothing, and then the sound of it landing on the stone wall opposite, the scraping of its claws as it gave chase far too loud in his ears for his taste.

He kept running, making for the gap between cliff and plain, until the creature crossed his view in a bestial leap despite its slender, humanoid frame, landing on a rock face just ahead of him, the thing whipping around with a hiss, heading him off.

He stumbled, and then found himself staggering into the flat space next to the path, surrounded by a crescent bend of rock forming a wall.

He lost his balance, and to save himself cracking his head on the hard ground, he twisted and fell on his ass instead, quickly scrambling backwards, but he knew it was over now, the creature had him dead to rights.

He only hoped it would make his death quick.

It approached on all fours, moving with an animalistic grace. He could see a pronounced ridged spine on its back, purple skin covering it and visible between a divided carapace, sectioned such that its movement was not hindered.

He spied this purple skin elsewhere on its 'inner' surfaces... and that terrified examination was what led him to lay eyes on the set of breasts hanging from its chest.

They weren't large by any margin, but their purple skin seemed smooth, and the flesh jiggled just slightly with the creature's movements, which now seemed to have a strangely... feminine quality to them. They were still nice handfuls, but Erik had a hard time admiring its qualities when it was advancing towards him slowly, like a predator ready to make the killing strike.

Yet, when he again examined its face, he realised that, for its inhuman features, it was also quite feminine in a bizarre, monstrous way. Those bright, golden eyes were fixated on him, almost solid in colour, yet he thought he could just make out some details, like a slit pupil of a slightly darker shade in each orb.

It lacked hair, but the chitinous plates across its scalp were rough and slightly jagged, so it didn't look bald to him.

Its smile was broad and toothy, its teeth sharp and bright. Then it licked its lips, which seemed soft and plush, but it could pull them back further than any human, for a much toothier smirk, and a wide, unsettling and predatory smile.

His chest was heaving now as it closed the gap, Erik terrified and confused.

He looked down to his ankle when it grasped it, spindly, clawed digits delicately wrapping around the joint as it crawled closer.

He pressed himself into the rock beneath him, though he kept watching it, on the verge of hyperventilation as this monstrous female demon bore down on him.

It paused, head hovering over his crotch as it looked into his eyes. There was an expression on their face... glee, perhaps? Twisted by predatory hunger.

Then it looked down, focusing on his flaccid penis.

Before he could even think on this, he clamped his eyes shut when she suddenly lunged down, for a split second believing it was going to turn him into a eunuch in the most brutal way possible, devouring him dick first.

The moment seemed to draw on too long, Erik wondering if perhaps it had taken it so fast he didn't register the pain.

Then he felt a wet something press against his member, which sent a strange, almost electric sensation up his spine from the unexpected contact.

He cracked open his eyes, and saw this creature with their face less than an inch from his shaft. It was smirking. And then it licked his cock again, longer this time, applying a bit more pressure.

Involuntarily, it stirred, and his manhood slowly began to erect, and as it did, the demon licked repeatedly, its long, purple tongue able to drape up his shaft from root to tip once he was at full mast, soft sighs leaving Erik's mouth as he watched and felt this display.

It pressed its face against his member; they were very warm, and the purple skin proved surprisingly supple. Not quite like human skin. Leathery, perhaps? But it felt so smooth, so nice. He couldn't quite describe it, only that its nuzzling of his cock was hardly unpleasant.

But it wasn't simple affection. There was some jerkiness to its movements, some manic edge, an underlying desire twisted by hunger... or perhaps the reverse?

It kissed him, repeatedly, soft, wet but hungry pecks against his manhood and to his half-covered helm, his foreskin yet fully peeled back. That was addressed quickly enough when the creature reached out to grasp his cock, giving it a few pumps; their palm was soft but their hand overall was quite bony, so it did not seem as comfortable as their face.

It peeled back his foreskin, and with his glans exposed, it lunged a second time, making Erik wince. But this time, he saw what it did, the attempted chomp merely a feint, stopping itself a hairsbreadth from his tip, all so it could give his glans a sloppy kiss, its lips proving to have quite the range of motion.

"D-Damn..." he murmured, realising that had been the first word he'd said out loud since he woke up in this land.

The demon kept attending to his cock, either kissing or licking, its motions tantalising but manic as if it was holding itself back from a frenzy. Yet it knew what it was doing, curling its long, purple tongue around the sides of his member, turning its head so it could slot his cock between its lips to give him a luxurious rubbing, sliding up and down his shaft and pressing their tongue to his length between their lips.

Then it pushed through his pubic hair to his balls, and promptly snared them with its flexible tongue and drew them into its mouth.

Erik let out a surprised, stimulated gasp, hardly expecting this. He could recall only vague memories, of having been with a woman long ago... and nothing suggested anything as salacious as this occurred between them.

This demon, however, seemed to have no shame, and revelled in its hunger for his manhood, arching its body such that its rump was raised towards the roiling sky, slowly swaying in a hypnotic manner; Erik could see where the various plates and rougher hide gave way to the same smooth skin of its face and breasts, forming a shapely rump that only enhanced its femininity.

It - she - was not interested in killing him yet. He felt a bony hand grasp his length and pump slowly, peeling his foreskin over his glans repeatedly, a slight twist to its handwork making it more stimulating.

He could hear her salacious suckling of his balls, the audible gulping proving more than erotic to his ears, and the suction imparted on his jewels and the feel of her lips tugging on his sack made him flinch and twitch.

Precum began to bead from his tip, tingling sensations running up his spine as this lusty she-demon continued her debauched work.

All the while, she watched him from around his member, eyes only slightly narrowed and fixed on his, growling murmurs thrumming around his orbs as she pumped his cock.

By now, Erik's chest was no longer heaving, though it still rose and fell quite far thanks to his repeated deep breaths of stimulation. He hadn't exactly calmed, but her oral attention had relaxed his body just a little. He wasn't sure what to make of her, why she'd want to do this to him.

But she was doing it all the same, and she wasn't content with just sucking on his balls like they were tasty treats, popping off his orbs and sliding her lips and an unfurled tongue all the way up to his glans, and promptly sealed her lips around his helm.

Erik couldn't help the soft moan that left him. As assertive and energetic as her efforts were, they weren't crude either, lips sealing closely and tightly, tongue swirling relentlessly wherever it could touch, and her teeth kept safely away from anything sensitive... save for the moments she ever so gently scraped her sharp ivories across the slope of his glans, applying the slightest of pressure so he only felt an acute, tingling touch rather than any painful pinching or digging.

She still had one hand wrapped around his length, and it kept pumping, kept stroking the lower half of his penis. A pressure was building in his loins, but the demon seemingly knew not to go too fast, not wanting to push him over the edge before she'd had her fun.

Her suckling on his tip was borderline though, threatening to keep him inching towards climax. She slurped, tugged, and wrapped that dexterous tongue around his helm, before her own patience seemed to wear thin, and she dropped down upon his length, each bob and twist of her head taking an inch more until she had to pull the stroking hand away from his length so she could swallow him to the hilt, tip sliding into her throat like she didn't even notice.

It made him moan and rock his head back. His legs tried to close together out of reflex, but with both hands she kept them parted, and kept Erik pinned.

Her mouth was so incredibly hot. Not unpleasantly so, but it was like a fire burned within her, warming her saliva and flesh in a way that added to the pleasure.

The slick sounds emanating from his crotch only added to the debauchery, Erik simply taking things as they came, believing that any attempt to flee or take control would not work out; she was fast, and he could tell she was strong.

She gurgled and gulped inhumanly around his mast, and the walls of her tight gullet flexed directly against his dick in response, a bizarre, thrumming massage, just another layer of her energetic fellatio.

She bobbed from root to tip, twisting her head rapidly... and then, on one upwards stroke, her lips pulled away... but her tongue did not, coiling around his girth like a serpent, the tip of the purple muscle delving through his bush to lap at his balls.

It was a shocking sight, Erik widening his eyes in the brief moment he saw her tongue wrapped around his penis, before she slipped her lips back down, the oral folds undulating as they slid over her own tongue, which squeezed tightly and twisted and flexed slightly around his manhood.

At least until she popped off his tip, her lips hovering a hairsbreadth away from his glans, hot breath washing over his helm. That, she seemingly did, so she could begin stroking his cock up and down with her coiled tongue, bunching the lengths of muscle together or spreading them apart, a spiralling tunnel of slick flesh that compressed or stretched out, or swirled around in a twisting manner. She drooled from her open mouth, channelled along her tongue and smeared into the skin of his dick with sloppy disregard for decorum.

Yet, he could smell her breath, and it was no rancid stench, but a subtle perfume. Hot, not something he could call sweet... but enticing, alluring. He wasn't sure what to make of it, but it was pleasing to his nose.

He was also drawing closer to a climax, this bizarre act with a tongue well beyond the length and flexibility of any human's providing something he knew he'd never experienced before, and thus he was proving weak to it.

He panted softly, watching as this demon stroked him closer to release with her tongue, Erik having nothing else he could do.

Then she swallowed his cock to the hilt again, slurping and tugging with its tongue and applying a wet, sloppy suction as it gulped around his manhood, especially whenever she delved into his crotch and his penis was trapped in her throat, her growls and other guttural sounds of pleasure vibrating right into his sensitive shaft.