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The Devil May Care

Part 31

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon

Shortly after the plane was airborne, they left any semblance of the mortal world behind. As soon as they were away from the Hellspire, the lingering presence of the mortal world faded away, and the true, tingling corruptive power of Hell itself surrounded the plane. The will of Dusk kept it from shifting, kept it from becoming something other than it was, but he had his distractions already.

True, Arnis was in the cockpit, and the bear was straight enough that there was no chance in Hell that Dusk would be getting some of that tail without using a great deal of corruption, and with all that his bodyguard had been through, 'rewarding' him by turning him bi felt like cheating. Not to mention that it was something that Mercy might have done, and while Dusk was many things, he wasn't entirely a hypocrite.

Besides, there was still Lord Onsen to enjoy, and the orc was already showing off enough to hold the black cat's attention.

He leaned back in his seat as the big orc got to his feet as soon as they were airborne, looking at the jockstrap-wearing demon lord and smirking as the other man's cock started rising as soon as it was stared at.

"Looks like Seraph didn't wear you out as much as you wore him out," Dusk said.

"I am a demon of Lust, sir," Ornar said, smiling and showing his tusks. "I am made to take more than an angel can dish out."

"I suppose even fallen angels slip into that category..." He smiled. "Show me what you got...and I'll see if you can hold my attention."

He knew that Ornar always did better with a challenge, and this was no exception. The black-skinned orc turned around, showing off his bare ass, swaying it from side to side as if he was on a strip-club stage. That big, muscular rump was just as lovely as it had been the first time that he saw it down in the onsen, and he grinned as Ornar grabbed the cheeks and spread them, showing off the pucker between, flexing it with all the control that only a Lust demon had down there.

It's going to feel good to have him on my dick again...

Despite the near-miss of the assassin only hours ago, he was still eager for some fun. His cock started to throb beneath his coat and pants, and he groped himself as the orc continued to dance before him. It was a wonderful show, something worthy of a lord of Hell, something that showed off a body that needed to be fucked.

Of course, he imagined that most people that weren't regular customers of Lord Onsen didn't know what the lord really liked. Ornar had the body of a top, someone that put others under him and made them worship his cock like the sluts they were. The orc's species, for that matter, was something that spoke of domination and dominion, showing people where they belonged and conquering others.

He knew that Ornar did that anyway, he just did it with his ass rather than his cock.

The orc suddenly kicked one leg up and over to the side, running his hand down along his ass cheeks, running his fingers between the crack. He rubbed right over his pucker, shoving two thick digits inside, fucking himself with them. Dusk's cock shot up even further, tenting his pants rather than just running down one leg.

"Mmm, you're definitely eager," the cat muttered.

"Always. There's only one cock that can truly satisfy me now."

"And it's right here, isn't it?"

"Yes, my lord."

"You want it that bad?"

"I always want it. I just know how to be...patient."

"Says the orc finger-fucking his asshole for it."

"...Perhaps I need a little more than I'm admitting."

"Then keep showing off, and maybe I'll give it to you soon."

The big orc growled, but not in a way that suggested that he might turn on Dusk. There was no risk of that, he was sure. Ornar had been fed and satisfied once, and as far as Dusk was aware, once was all that was needed. The Lust demons would stay on his side forever once they were properly satiated, and Lord Ornar Onsen was no different to the rest of them when it came to that.

As Ornar got down to all fours, swaying his ass like a little muscle-bitch, Dusk imagined what he would do when he had control of all of Hell, as seemed more and more likely to happen. He could order all sorts of creatures like Ornar to do this, to fall to their knees and offer themselves to him. He could be a true king. Maybe, in that case, the responsibilities might end up being worth it.

Unlikely, but possible.

He grinned as he slowly pulled his zipper down, fondling himself once more as the orc pulled his cheeks apart again. The bulge of his balls in his jockstrap could just barely be seen, and his cock was completely out of sight. Despite the fact that the orc was the picture of muscular masculinity, he made no secret of what he really preferred.

Two fingers became three, slowly fucking that hole, slowly opening it for the black cat's cock. He remembered the first time that he had fucked it, and how much pleasure that he had taken from it then. This time, he would take it, and he would make sure that Ornar was left marked by it.

As his cock popped out, Lord Onsen groaned under his breath, and Dusk watched as the orc's body language shifted. Was he putting off more of an aura of Lust now, he wondered? Was the sex demon more aware of the pleasure that was about to come? Or was the Lust demon just feeling the aura of arousal that was probably coming off of him now, realizing what effect he was having on Dusk?

Whatever it was, Dusk was ready to feed and reward the orc for his services.

Rather than just pounce on him, however, Dusk reached out with his aura, with the power and sin of Lust. He gripped the orc's ankles with it, binding him to the plane floor, and slowly forced his legs further apart, making his ass lower just a little bit further. Ornar submitted to the touch, groaning as Dusk's invisible grip rubbed and squeezed at those muscular thighs, rubbing them and stroking them, feeling them up. In a way, he could feel it as if he was doing it with his own hands, and he realized that the power of Lust could work at range in a different way than he expected.

He stroked those invisible fingers further up, rubbing them against the orc's balls, feeling how heavy they were, how they swung back and forth in that jockstrap, how they were begging to be let loose and played with. Not yet, though. Not yet.

He worked his invisible fingers further up, rubbing between the cheeks, holding them apart. That twitching pucker continued to clench and pulse, squeezing in and then relaxing in a half-gape, and then clenching in again as he watched. Ornar groaned as Dusk teased it with the power of Lust.

"Mmmph...lord Dusk...please..."

"You aren't getting the real thing until I'm ready."

"Mmmph...this is...this is a bit...new..."

"Then you should enjoy it."

With nothing but a thought, he pushed tendrils of invisible Lust forward, and watched as the orc's hole opened up, almost as if there was a ghost fucking the great orc lord. He grinned as he watched the dark-skinned hole part, showing the pink walls inside without anything in his way. Slowly pushing, he made it open more and more, slowly exposing more of it, more of those inner walls that had granted so many such pleasure.

"Enjoying yourself, Lord Onsen?" he asked.

"Mmmmph...more than...I thought..."

"Good."

And with that, he turned the tendrils into an invisible fist.

Just like that, Ornar gasped, his eyes going wide, his back arching as he was suddenly stretched all the further. Dusk smirked as he watched as the orc squirmed, his muscles shaking visibly, obviously shocked at the difference in sensation. He hadn't even had to move, and here he was, dominating the hell out of a powerful Lust demon with just the idle fantasies that fueled his devilish power.

This is something that I could do even easier in the mortal world. I could conquer anyone just by letting this loose. A few idle thoughts and an entire room would be on their knees, begging for me to take it further.

The power trip was almost good enough to get him leaking. Almost.

But there was no substitute for the real pleasure of fucking someone, and he had allowed this to go on long enough. He withdrew his power, releasing the binding that held the orc to the floor, and Ornar slumped back down again. Face down, ass up, just like a good servant should be for his master.

The black cat undid his seatbelt, moving to kneel behind the orc. He slapped his cock against those muscular ass cheeks, and Ornar groaned again.

"Now, lord?"

"Now."

He lowered the tip of his cock to that puckering hole, and he slowly pushed forward. There was no resistance, this time. He had already broken it in, reminded it where it belonged. The orc belonged to him, and more to the point, belonged under him.

A little grind, a little thrust, and Ornar whimpered again, gasping from the pure pleasure of being impaled on the cat's cock. Dusk took that to heart, enjoying the little satisfaction that came from putting a demon under him, from knowing that Ornar was addicted to him now. There was no other way of putting it than that, he realized. The demons that he fucked became addicted to him, lusting for him, needing him.

There was something good about that. Something that made him feel...secure. There was no need to worry about their loyalty if they needed him that way.

In, out, in, out, slowly building up speed as he fucked Ornar into the plane's deck. On a real flight, there would have been vibrations under him, turbulence, the feeling of the air passing around the plane. Here, it was just a smooth flight, and he could take his time, enjoy himself. Arnis was flying the plane quite well, and there was no need to think of anything but enjoying what he was doing.

In, out, in, out, feeling that tight little rim slowly opening against his cock, showing just how much of an effect he was having on the big orc. Each thrust had that clasping rim relaxing a little bit more, his Lust aura overwhelming the orc demon's. Each thrust, each little grind, each moment of slow pressure, was adding up and marking the orc as his.

It showed in the collar around Ornar's neck, but it also showed in the way that that hole was slowly giving in. He would leave Ornar with a loose little opening, one that would only be allowed to tighten before he had his fun. After all, no need to make comparisons. Better that a Lust demon be utterly addicted to his master.

In, out, in, out, each time grinding forward and slapping his balls against that ass, feeling it clench up that little bit more before he pulled back. Feeling it trying to milk him, trying to keep him close.

You want it bad, don't you, Ornar? You want me to rut you, to fill you, to stay with you for all eternity...

He encouraged that. He wanted the orc to be that addicted to him, to crave cock, to want it more than anything else in the world. That addiction would be more powerful than anything that Lucifer offered the Lust demons in the past. There would be food aplenty, but satisfaction? Only he could provide that.

Only him.

Dusk picked up speed, feeling like he was turning into a blur of sorts as he rammed himself into that hole again and again, fur against flesh, body against body. He growled and grunted under his breath every time that he hilted with that hole. Ornar moaned under him, growling almost as loudly.

"Do you want to cum?" Dusk whispered.

"Nnngh...not yet..."

"Do you think you have a choice?"

"Mmmph...no..."

"That's better..."

He shifted his angle, moving so that he was no longer kneeling, but rather standing with one foot on the floor and the other on the back of Ornar's head, pinning him to the ground and giving him a different way in. He could thrust more efficiently this way, and more to the point, the pleasure of pushing the big guy down was that much better.

The next thrust was far more brutal, and Ornar moaned, the soft splut, splut, splut of cum shooting into a jock just audible enough to hear. Dusk smirked, feeling the tight squeeze that followed, knowing that it would be some time before the head of House managed to live this one down.

But that didn't mean that he was done. Not by a long shot.

Dusk lined his cock up properly, nudging Ornar's prostate a few times to get the last bit of seed out, and then set to fucking him all the harder. He had a lot of frustration to work out after the court case, the attempted assassination, and more.

After fucking on the floor, against the seats, and once with the orc's jockstrap pulled down and grinding against one of the plane windows, they were both sated enough to sit down and talk to one another again. Dusk needed information, after all, and Ornar should be a good source. Being the head of one of the Brothelic Houses, the orc probably had contacts all over Hell, and that would be useful.

As they settled down, not bothering to put their seatbelts back on, Dusk folded his hands over his lap.

"So, what do you know?"

"About Lord Diel?"

"Yes."

"The lord of Gluttony in all but name, that one," Ornar said, shaking his head. "Not to mention a perpetual pain in the rear for the former Satan."

"Was he that effective?"

"Not particularly, but he was that persistent."

"Hmm...that would fit with him."

"He's better than the average Gluttony demon, and there is no denying that. However, to be better than a glutton is hardly a high bar to clear."

Dusk nodded, remembering some of the other demons that he had seen at the Diel manor. There were a decent number of Gluttony demons there, but most of them had been focused on other things than him and Brutus. Mostly the food, now that he thought of it. He imagined that they were probably less than...prestigious...among the various other types.

He leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, his cock flopped out over one thigh as he hadn't bothered putting his pants back on yet. Ornar glanced down at it, but there was less of that hungry stare this time around. No less addiction, though.

He smiled.

"So, if that's the case, why hasn't he bothered proclaiming himself the head of Gluttony?" Dusk asked. "Or whatever title one might use, I guess."

"Our lioness friend might have managed that with Pride, but that is because she's shown that she's earned it. Pride respects Pride, after all. But each little realm has their own little peculiarities, and each one has its own risks when you seize the power at the top.

"For Brutus, to seize that power and name himself officially would mean that his personal hunger, the curse of all Gluttony demons, would then be set on something much harder to achieve. He would be forced to pursue it or start to lose the power that he's already gained."

"The dark throne."

"Yes. He aims high, but as long as he works within the rules, the system of Gluttony allows him to be more powerful than he should be. So long as he works towards feeding his hunger enough to not let it consume him, he maintains that power. As soon as he aims for something that is too far to feed him properly, he will start to weaken."

Dusk nodded to himself, tapping his chin in contemplation. If Brutus wanted the dark throne, that would mean pitting one realm against at least two others, possibly more. It would be too much for the average demon, or demon lord, to manage. The ambition would slowly consume the boar, and he would be forced to contend with other Gluttony Houses that might finally have the strength to knock him off his perch.

No wonder he was always scheming, always pushing at the other realms, from what both Selene and Ornar had told him. The more different ambitions Brutus had to chase, the more power that his Gluttony gave him.

Clever pig...

"So, what's changed?" Dusk asked, shifting his position a bit more. "He's been satisfied with being ambitious on a lower level, of pricking at the one that sits on the throne. Why is he starting to aim higher now?"

"Because you've changed the game, lord Dusk. The minute that you and I became allies, his web of manipulation was compromised."

"But there's over six hundred different brothels in Lust."

"666, actually, but that's besides the point."

"What makes you so special?"

"The fact that I was never one of his allies to begin with. And, I suppose, the fact that I had managed to sabotage a few of his plans, and ensured that the rest of the Houses knew that there were options. I made it clear that they always knew that they were joining with Brutus willingly, rather than out of any lack of choices."

"That's all?" Dusk asked.

"Lord Dusk, a demon finds it very easy to lie to themselves. The ability to deceive yourself is one of the things that mortals have learned from us, but we're the ones that did it first. When Brutus offered access to mortals that he pulled through his Hellgate - and yes, he does have one, though we don't know where - he made it sound like it was the only way that we could survive. Some of them believed that, and lied to themselves to excuse betraying their realm and handing him that sort of control. The more that they did for him, the tighter that they tied themselves to that lie.

"However, it was still a lie, and I continued to point out that there were choices. We could raid the stores of the Wrath demons, fucking the souls and the mortals that they had in their realm that were stored for other purposes. We could sneak into the stores of the Greed demons, enjoying their stock before they were sold off. We could do many different things, and my House did.

"Every time that we did, Brutus's lie was exposed, and it meant that he had less willing cooperation from those under him. He had to force their loyalty, had to push them to do what he wanted, and that did not sit well with him, as you can imagine. He had to exert himself, find more food, more mortals that would satisfy them in order to compete with me."

"He was going to win, though," Dusk pointed out. "In the long run, he could have outlasted you, particularly if he made any inroads with the Greed demons."

"Yes, but it was never a battle that I wanted to win. It was a battle to ensure that he didn't just get it freely. If I could last long enough, other options would appear. And lo and behold, a certain black cat did."

"I barely did anything."

"You did everything."

Dusk nodded, resting his chin on his fist.

Ornar's information filled in a few of the gaps that he'd been curious about. Brutus's power in Hell was extensive, but as the Lord Onsen had revealed, it was also rather fragile, less sturdy and steady than one would think. The chokehold that the boar had had on Lust had been broken by a simple second offer, and the bidding war for the demon Houses would slowly come to his side when they realized that they barely had to do anything to get what they needed from the world above. No more degradation to the extent that the Diels required. No more pissing away their power to do favors for a man that they didn't like.

All they had to do was submit to the throne of someone that thought like them.

Someone like Brutus, someone that had tried to corrupt him and trap him into a 'marriage' of being a bottom bitch to that big boar, would not have taken that well. Someone that craved power would not take kindly to their own network of it being stripped down, and with everything else going on, he could see Brutus escalating things without thinking.

Of course, just because it had been done unthinkingly didn't mean that it was forgivable. Sending an assassin after his potential monarch when there had been no direct action against House Diel was something that Dusk couldn't just let slide.

But he needed more.

"Has Brutus ever actually served the dark throne? I mean, properly, without having some second goal in mind?"

"Not since the days before the Resurrection."

"Hmmm..."

"Brutus Diel is a demon that hungers for power the way that we hunger for intimacy and pleasure. There was no way for him to stop, and very little likelihood that he will ever change. If he sent the assassin that came for you - which is quite likely - then he is aware that he is in a weakened position. He will be afraid, very afraid, and he will not stop until he has found a way to secure his own position again.

"If that means taking you down, or removing those that are close to you, he will find a way to do it. If it means destroying an entire realm of Hell, he will find a way. Brutus is not necessarily as brilliant or as subtle as he thinks he is, but he is one of the more capable demons of Hell, and more, one of the most ruthless. If he sets his eyes on something, if he decides that he will have it, then he will take it if given the time to make plans and work towards it."

That was what Dusk was afraid of. He knew that there was little chance of reasoning with Brutus, particularly since the spell that had been laid on his ass had been canceled out and the mirror he'd set up had stopped functioning. He'd assumed that there would be some sort of diplomacy, followed by a great deal of fighting, but...

Well, was there any real need for the diplomatic step?

The black cat leaned back in his chair, once more tapping his chin as he thought about it. There was a show that could be put on by being diplomatic, he supposed, giving the impression that he was willing to be more forgiving than the last creature that held the dark throne. There would be something to be gained from that...if he had been trying to win the hearts of mortals rather than demons.

Going in quiet shows weakness, implies that I don't know what he did, he thought. And there's no point in lying about that. He already plans on either leashing me or getting rid of me, so why make it that much easier for him? He needs to learn that I don't plan to play around.

The time for diplomacy, if it had ever been, was gone. It was time to take things further and remind the demons just what they were dealing with.

"Arnis?" he called over his shoulder.

"Yeah, boss?"

"Buckle up."

"What are ya doing?"

"I'm going to give us an upgrade."

"...Heh, you talking speed, weapons, what?"

"All of the above."

"Fuck yeah, boss. Fuck yeah."

Dusk closed his eyes, and with all the power at his disposal, he let his aura spread out over the plane. The whole thing was covered with the potent sins of Greed, Pride, and a little bit of Lust - after all, why not add something that would give a little confusion as he flew through Hell - but as he touched it, he added long lines of Wrath. He wanted this plane to be something terrifying, and considering how pissed off he still was about the whole attempted assassination thing, he had plenty of that to go around.

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At the house of Brutus Diel, a growing feeling of trepidation filled the room. It all came from the various demons around the head of the House, and they kept looking over their shoulders at him. Brutus, for all that he was sitting calmly on his throne, was doing his best not to reflect their feelings of anxiety with ones of his own.

Something's wrong. He should be back by now.

The panda assassin still had time on the clock, but he knew better than to think that there were still chances for success at this point. The reward would have pushed the assassin to be faster, better, more effective than usual. At the very least, he would have heard something, some update.

And that meant that the assassin had already been taken down, or at the very least, found out. If the panda hadn't been smart enough to kill himself before giving the game away, then that meant that Dusk would be on his way.

And he really, really didn't want that.

If the next thing to the devil himself came down to Gluttony, he would be bringing an army with him. Pride would march, and so would most of Lust. For some goddamn reason, Wrath seemed to still have some attachment to the new guy, which would mean that most all of the best warriors of Hell would be knocking on his door. He doubted that he'd be able to pull enough strings to get the rest of Lust to stand against their brethren, particularly with how on the fence some of them had become. Greed would sit it out, and Sloth would be useless. Envy might be persuaded to participate out of spite, but he couldn't rely on it.

He was being outmaneuvered, and that wasn't supposed to happen. He was Brutus Diel, the demon of Gluttony. All deals, all power, was supposed to flow through him, and he had his hands on the dials that would keep anyone from getting more than they deserved. The dark throne was supposed to be his.

The boar forced himself to take a deep breath. It wasn't necessarily the end of things just yet. So far, there was nothing to say that Dusk would show up, and even if he did, it didn't mean that things had gone that far off the rails. There was still a chance, slim though it was, that the assassin had been killed or taken out without giving up his employer.

I can still make this work.

He had other plans, other deals in the works. If he just had a little more time, he would have everything that he needed. Just a little more time. A little bit more -

BOOM!

The shockwave shattered the whispering fears of the room as something entered the realm of Gluttony at high speed. His demons scattered, falling to their knees or running out of the great hall, while Brutus rose to his feet.

"What was that?" he asked more calmly than he felt.

There was no answer from his underlings, only raw panic. He shook his head, forcing his way through them. His son, Apophis, ran to the throne and hid behind it, something that he ignored as he made his way to the front door. It took all of his willpower to not let the rising panic show on his face.

This can't be the end. This can't be.

He walked out the front door, turned to the sky, and his jaw dropped at what he saw coming over the horizon, splitting the storm clouds.

It was a plane, alright, but nothing like anything that had ever taken off from the mortal realm. Starting with the array of black-as-night missiles that were circling around the plane itself like a halo of destruction and ending with the fact that the plane had a mouth that was willing to chew through the bedrock of Hell itself to get to the target, the vehicle was bristling with all kinds of mortal and immortal means of destruction.

He could only stare at it in awe, his eyes wide. Floating drones that were somehow keeping pace with the plane turned and angled their weapon barrels at him and the manor, and more missiles seemed to come out, forming greater and greater means of destruction for the plane to use.

It was an imposing, horrible sight. His eyes widened, a whispered 'shit' escaped his lips...

And then he felt a hint of relief under all that.

He's alone, he thought. Or very nearly...

Even if this was going to be a bombing run over his lands, even if it was meant to be an attack that would rain down fire and ash, it was something being done by one man, and without any supporters.

It was bad, but it wasn't the end-times. Not yet. Not for Brutus Diel.

I can still salvage this, he thought. I can still turn this around.

"You got anything else you wanna slap on this thing? You wanna turn this into a whole flying fortress at this point?" Arnis called from the cockpit.

"That would be too slow."

"I don't think that'd matter, at this point."

Possibly not, but Dusk wasn't going to take any chances. He was pouring out every single weapon and offensive measure, real or imagined, that he could think of. He wanted the entire plane to be able to take down something the size of a small nation, and he wanted to be damn sure that it would be hard to hit in return. Whatever Brutus had, whatever the boar had planned or stashed away, he wanted to beat it.

They had come to halt a half mile from the manor itself, and from what Arnis had called out, Brutus had come out to see them just a moment ago. He wondered how the boar was reacting to all the threats that had come into his airspace. He wondered, too, how the boar would be responding to it.

He won't have anything that can shoot us out of the sky, that's for sure. Hell doesn't lend itself to that immediately, and I don't think he was stashing weapons...

But they did have one big issue. Unless he planned to just raze the place, burning down all the other demons that served Brutus in the process, he needed to land the plane eventually. He'd need to go down and see what the results of his intimidation efforts were. And that would leave him vulnerable. Dusk didn't like that, but was he willing to just burn the land and then fly away?

He glanced back at Ornar, wondering if the orc had any input that he wanted to give. If he did, Lord Onsen wasn't showing it on his face.

What would be the best way to do this?

That was the question, and he honestly didn't have an answer.

The End

Summary: Dusk enjoys some fun with Lord Ornar, and then makes a decision to take it from a simple 'visit' to Hell to something far more intimidating.

Tags: M/M, anal, orc, cat, demon, boar, Hell, plane, jockstrap, orgasm, cum, domination, ghost hands, ghost fucking, series, modern fantasy,