So hell you have powers right? You can already tell what they are gonna try to do, but you don't really care. You honestly think you can even enjoy it... tire them out; beat them by not being beaten; if you can just use your abilities to survive. So you mutate some breathing from your dick, you felt Hertz would appreciate that. You let your dick become a second head and even let the fire flower activate and four more dicks jut out big and strong with fiery pre-cum leaking from them. You can already feel your body-heat climbing which the demons actually seem to appreciate. Suddenly the one behind you is rutting you rapidly and moaning and whimpering and whining with pleasure. You would look back to see his face if you could; but your throat was still full with another demons dick.
The one in your throat was similarly effected though and its tongue was hanging out of its mouth and eyes rolling in its head as it grinds itself into your mouth. You can hear slurping now too and you can feel the other demons beginning to work on your rods. They were all on the ground underneath you and rubbing their bodies against your pricks... licking and slurping at them and drinking the pre-cum heavily. The demon in your throat cumming and so was the one in your ass at the same time. However they were both quickly replaced and those two added themselves to the ones under you.
You chuckled for the minute your throat was free and just dialed up the body-heat; not only were you able to stay warm... you could see the demons were melting under your heat. They were loving it, and you were pretty sure they wouldn't try to kill you now. Soon enough you were able to make each one noisily bust its nut and than you were standing up with all seven before you worshiping your dicks and all the fluid they were producing. You gladly give them an orgasm in return and drench them all in your hot boiling seed. The moment you do you can feel the ground beneath you tremble as a portal of ice forms behind you.
You suspect that this is the invitation to the lower level. You must have passed the first stage; or test... you suspected it was a test of a sort.