Principle Asmodeus

"Let me see if we have it yet... aha! Here it is," said the figure in-front of you. "Mr. Sam Saint, is that right?"

The room looked almost identical to the principle's office in your high school. The primary differences were that the desk looked like it was carved out of a giant block of charcoal, the name-tag on it read "Cedar P. Asmodeus the 15th" and the man in-front of you was way more attractive than your last principle.

Much like you, he had a pair of horns that grew upwards and his skin was a deep shade of red similar to yours. He wore a nicely tailored black vest with a purple shirt beneath and he had a pair of reading glasses at the tip of his nose with a pair of glowing pink eyes. His voice was deep and soothing with a scholarly tone to his words, like a librarian who is more than happy to help you.

"Yeah," you said, unable to find any other words after the sudden shift.

"'Columbus, Ohio, 18 years-old, Breed: Second Circle-Incubus/Mortal Human' ah! So you're a cambion. That's fun. We haven't had a cambion enroll here in quit some time. You'll be very popular."

"Wait, what's going on? Where am I?!"

"Hmm?" He looked up from the file he was reading. "Oh right. This must be your first time talking to another demon. Says so right here. Well, Mr. Saint, I guess it is my duty to inform you that you are in Hell."

"Hell?! What?!"

"Oh yes. 'Before me things create were none, save things. Eternal, and eternal I endure,'" he quoted with a fondness. "Or rather, that is what your mother's kind calls it. We prefer to call it Inferno. Your mother is human, right? Says right here 'Samantha Saint, Age: 37, Breed: Mortal Human'."

"W-W-What happening? Why am I here?"

"Why are you here?" Said the demon in-front of you. "My boy I thought you knew. I mean, you opened the pamphlet. The fact that you're here means that your demon parent had enrolled you into our school."

Suddenly you yelped. It was there you realized that you were still naked, sitting in-front of this strange being with a hard-on. Not only was your cock hard, but it hurt. It felt as if invisible hands were squeezing and wringing it like an Indian sunburn. Its veins bulged, the head turned a suffocated shade of purple. Your tale had a similar pain in it, a strong thumping sensation that carried its way down its shaft, through your tale-bone into the prostate.

"I'm guessing no one ever told you about your incubus lineage," said Asmodeus. "We demons of the second-circle tend to be very sensitive to pheromones and our bodies need routine maintenance or else it can cause serious health issues in the long run. We'll need to take care of that now or else things could get troublesome."