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The Devil May Care

Part 46

for DuskCypher

by Draconicon

Ornar knew that he should stop being surprised when his master achieved one coup after another, but there was something genuinely surprising to the mortal's capabilities. For all that Greed was a problem that should have been eminently solvable by someone with the right amount of resources and the right ideas, it still startled the orc to see that the realm had been upended the way that it had.

Then again, I must admit that he did something similar to mine...

Ornar looked back at Guild City as he waited on the tarmac for Dusk and the others to arrive. They were to travel to Wrath next, where the next big problem waited, and Dusk, Selene, Arnis, and Balthus had yet to show up. He imagined that they were taking their time to enjoy everything that they could at the changed city before they came to the plane, and he knew, he just knew, that his master would be fucking at least a few people before they left. Either fucking them over, or fucking them literally, but he would be doing it.

The dark-skinned orc smiled to himself, but he still felt a bit off. Not bad, but off. In Lust, the realm of the brothels had been changed to become a realm that was all but under his own banner. He had gone from a lord, a Master of a Brothelic House, to being an unofficial king of Lust. That meant that he could do whatever he wanted with the realm as long as it didn't interfere with what Dusk wanted from them, and considering that the cat only seemed to want a toy from time to time as well as their support in this ongoing conflict - and passive support at that, something to put out a show of force rather than actual force - that was a very loose version of actually supporting someone. It basically meant putting in an appearance now and then and bending over, and that was about it.

But that wasn't his real focus. His real focus were the changes.

For Lust had been changed. They had been a competitive realm, something where the various Houses fought against each other and offered different services to draw different demons and mortal souls in. They had done that for millenia, and then, well, things started to get a little more difficult, a little more awkward. Some of them had compromised the system, sold out to demons like Brutus for the chance to get more food, more resources for survival from the outside. Houses that stood on their own were either snuffed out or were pushed so far out to the edges of the realm that they would never recover.

Alliances were impossible to avoid. They had to cooperate to stay alive, and that meant that he had been forced to take others under his wings, to become an unofficial lord and mouthpiece for them. He had done his best to ensure that they remained as free as possible, able to compete on their own terms, but there were always those that became dependent on him after he started feeding them.

Then Dusk came around, and now...well, there were still those that tried to stay independent, still those that wanted to stick around and do their own thing, but they were fading. They either gave in to the inevitable and swore to House Onsen, or they were left down in Hell while all the other Lust demons passed through the Hellspire to get food from the surface. Some looked to be adopted into his House so that they could get the pleasure of getting fucked by Dusk, too, something that he had never seen coming in a million years.

He was, in all but name, Lord of Lust, and he was pretty sure that if he asked Dusk to make it official, that would happen. He would have that throne, have that power, have all the responsibility that came with it. Maybe he would ask in the coming days, just to see what would happen.

Greed had undergone a change, as well, and unlike what happened with Lust, it was less centralization, and more decentralization. The various Guilds that had become all but monopolies in the realm had been broken down by a more independent uprising among the niche markets, allowing them to take charge and become an equal power in the realm. Greater, in some cases, what with their larger networks of connections compared to the old Guilds that had only sold to Wrath.

The resulting shift in power had done a great deal to shake things up in the realm of Greed, and he doubted that the Guilds were ever going to rise to their former prominence of utter control. They would be forced to deal with the other markets as market challengers rather than market leaders.

I wonder if that galls them as much as it galls the demons that had to bend the knee to me? he wondered. Goes to show what it means to be on the right side of history...

That was something that he hoped he was on. He had led his House for a long, long time, and he knew that he had made mistakes in the past. A few failed operations on Brutus, a few failed raids into the storehouses of Wrath during the more desperate times, but it had always been done with the idea of doing the best for his people that he could. He hoped that was still the case now, and not just...

He gritted his teeth as he felt the throbbing coming from between his legs, and he looked down at the throbbing boner that was starting to pitch a tent in the front of his jockstrap. It had been more and more eager of late, begging for attention in a way that he had never before experienced. The orc had always been a bottom, always one to use his ass more than his cock, but now...

It was that battle, he realized. Ever since he found out that he had the strength to fight, ever since he realized that he had the fortitude and power to put someone else under him the way that he had in the battle, his cock had ached to be used. Ornar wanted to fuck, not just be fucked. He wanted to drive others into the ground, and he wanted to feel them squirming under him, begging for more, squeezing around his cock and showing him just how much they craved his touch when they could have had any other demon on top of them.

Mmmph...

His hand went down to his bulge, giving it a tight squeeze as he imagined doing just that. He could, after all. He was the unofficial Lord of Lust, and the demons from any of the brothels in his realm would be willing to service him almost as much as they were willing to service Dusk. All he had to do was ask, and they would do it.

All I have to do is ask...all I have to do...

Fuck.

It was something that Dusk would understand, he was sure. The black cat was as much a lustful being as he was a prideful one, and considering the number of times that they had been together, Dusk would understand that Ornar needed some release from time to time.

Just not with him.

The orc gritted his teeth, rubbing his forehead in irritation as the thoughts kept popping in, thoughts and fantasies of domination that he never would have allowed in the past. The whole idea of being on top had been all but foreign to him until he had gone into battle. Then, the time with Seraph, taking his time to enjoy the bull's ass alongside Lord Dusk had entrenched the pleasure of one's cock further and further into his mind, making it all but impossible for him to think of his former fantasies at all.

Worst of all, his fantasies involved actually topping his master, his Lord. The idea of having the feline in front of him, of parting those lovely dark-furred cheeks and seeing that pink pucker, sent a thrill through him that was only exceeded by the thought of actually putting his cock in there. He wanted to feel those cheeks clapping against him, wanted to feel someone that would match what he could do, exceed it, give him the chance to utterly -

No, no, no!

He slapped himself, hard. The crack across his cheek was enough to snap him from those thoughts for the moment, and he panted hard as he realized just how hard they had seized hold. His cock was harder than it had been in years, even from when Dusk had been fucking him, and he knew that the power of Lust was hitting him harder than usual, giving him options that he had never considered, giving him things that he had never had the strength to even think about wanting. He could...he could...

No, he couldn't. Lord Dusk was his master, and the master did not bend over to allow others to fuck him. Ornar did that in the past, and he would do that again with the various demons of his House because his ass was good enough to dominate the cocks of those that went into it. He was not, was not going to have a chance to use his cock on his master, because Dusk was not one that did the same.

One did not do that to the Second Satan.

Ornar took a few deep breaths to settle himself, making his heart stop racing, but his cock refused to go down, refused to stop tenting the front of his pants. He knew that wasn't going away anytime soon, so he sighed and got to his feet. He needed more than he was getting in his mind, and he needed to blow a few loads before he ended up making some really foolish mistakes. Dusk and the others could fly off while they were having fun, he was sure; they had done that for the Lord himself more than a few times in the past.

As soon as he walked up the landing ramp into the plane, the orc sent out the command to the other realm. He called for other incubi, commanded them to come to him. In the past, such commands had been limited only to those in his own Brothelic House, but now -

Poof.

Poof.

He heard and felt them arrive further in the plane, and he took it as confirmation of just how far his power had extended. He could call on and demand things from any and all of the houses that had sworn to him, and considering many of them had...well, that meant that he had options that he had never imagined before.

Ornar could hear the shuffling, a distinct sound from the thumping and grinding of Porker's box in the corner, from further in the plane. They might not have realized why they had been summoned, as a matter of fact, and he smiled as he imagined surprising them and showing them what had happened to the master of their realm. He gripped his cock through his jockstrap all the harder in anticipation, walking down the path to the private lounge in the middle of the plane. The orc grabbed the handle and threw the door open.

Just as expected, the two orc twins that he had called for were waiting for him. They were both slightly shorter than him, leaner, a little closer to twinks than they were actual big, muscled orcs like him. He grinned as he saw that they were both in a pair of golden jockstraps, something that showed that they were coming up in the world, yes, but also something that pulled their cocks down and kept them from being quite so on-display as his own were becoming.

They were more traditional orcs, green and light green, showing off bodies that were oiled and shiny for the using. He grinned as they turned to look at him, and grinned further as they bowed their heads in respect.

"Master Ornar," one said.

"Lord Onsen," the other said.

"You have come to my summons..."

"Yes, lord. Do you have a desire?" the lighter of the two asked.

"Yes...turn around."

The two orcs paused, looking up at him, and then at each other. It was clear that his new proclivities hadn't spread through Lust just yet, but after what he did to these two, he was sure that he was going to hear all kinds of things from back home about what he liked now. He planned on making sure that everyone realized that he was a changed orc, that the various incubi and succubi knew that they had options now. They were growing stronger, wealthier, better than they had ever been in the history of Hell, and now, they would be able to move forward and take what was theirs. They could be dominant, they could be strong, more than sluts, more than just doms for hire.

They could be masters and mistresses. Finally.

"Turn. Around," he repeated, barely keeping control of himself at the anticipated fun that he could already see for himself. They were nicely built orcs, well muscled but in a lean way, but their hips were a bit bigger, their size down there just begging for someone to take hold and start pounding them.

Their cheeks burned, but they did what they were told, the two orc demons slowly turning on their heels. Their jockstraps bulged, though, and he knew that they were already looking forward to something. Maybe they had thought that they would get the legendary ass of Ornar Onsen, but that wasn't his desire today. His desire stretched further than usual, and certainly stretched his jockstrap a lot further than usual.

As soon as they were turned to face him, he grinned at the sights of their asses. They were perfect, for lack of a better word. He stepped forward, gripping one, then gripping the other. Good muscle, almost no bounce, but they would be fine. He would see their cheeks clapping by the time that he was done with the pair of them. By the time he was done, they were going to be dedicated bottoms for the next week.

"Lord...Lord Onsen?" the darker of the two asked.

"Hush."

He spanked them both, setting their asses to jiggling. They yelped at the sudden impact, their eyes going wide as they rocked forward and then fell backwards again. Ornar grinned as he pulled them apart, looking at the holes between the cheeks, seeing the way that they contracted and then opened again. Clearly, the twins had been used before, and they had been used by something of decent size, but nothing like his own cock, nothing like the shafts of other orc-kind.

"Ornar like...Ornar Smash..."

"Oh boy..."

"On your knees, boys. You're going to get the chance to get me nice and slick before I take my fun with you..."

He pushed the pair of them down, leaving them kneeling before him, and then pulled down the front of his jockstrap before it could rip again. It was a good trick to show off for his master, but that wasn't the point here. He didn't want to show off how horny he was, but rather, how much in control he was. He was going to put them in their place, going to fuck them right into next week, and that required retaining some control of himself.

Some. Not much. Good thing, too, because a lot of that control was fleeing him right at that moment, and he groaned as he felt their noses pressing against his cock as he revealed it.

"Ah...ah..."

"Oh, Ornar..."

"Lord Onsen..."

"Your scent..."

"Your cock..."

That was just what the orc had been hoping to hear. Sure, the words were a bit stereotypical, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Those words were used in porn all the time because they were hot, and they were no less hot when applied to himself. He groaned as his cock throbbed all the harder, the dark shaft pushing itself forward until it was a true spire of manhood, dominating the space between his legs, and dominating the attention of his two whores, too. They were panting as they breathed in the pheromones around his shaft, sucking down the pleasurable smells and lovely tastes that clung to it. He made sure that they couldn't pull back, his hands on their heads grinding them up and down either side of his shaft.

"You better start licking, boys, or that's going in dry."

That was all that either of them needed to hear to stick their tongues out and get to work. They were quick to lick and lap along the sides of his shaft, dragging their tongues along the rising veins and teasing it higher and harder. He moaned under his breath, thrusting his cock between their lips, showing off just how hard he was, how big he was, making them fall further and further under his sway.

Almost without thinking, Ornar extended his Lustful aura, pushing it down on the two of them, extending the pleasure that they were feeling under him so that they were ever more addicted to the pleasure of being on their knees. They were going to get into this again and again, falling further and further into servitude. He was going to...to...

His control was slipping, fading away in short order the more that he thrust between their tongues, the wetter that his cock got. Ornar wished that this was Dusk down there, but this? This was a substitute that he could work with for the moment. Wet licks, soft laps, and they were soon getting him stiff and hard enough to really drip along their faces. His pre-cum ran hot and free, dripping down their lips and over their chests, and then down further, soaking the floor of the lounge.

Ornar growled, one of the twins going down to his balls, sucking at them, pulling at the heavy orbs, while the other moved to the head of his cock and licked at it. That was the final straw for him. With a loud grunt, he yanked the one at the head of his cock down to the base, forcing him to take the whole thing at once. He even grabbed him by the neck, choking out the light-green orc, feeling the tightness around his head, feeling the way that his cock was getting swallowed so hard that it was almost enough to drag him over the edge.

Almost, but not quite. Not yet.

He released them both, and they gasped for breath, their eyes spinning, their faces red through the green. Their pricks were throbbing, all but punching through their jockstraps, and they were whimpering, gasping, shivering at the Lust that he had poured through their systems. They wanted...they needed his cock, and it showed on their faces.

"On the bed," he said, pointing to it. "One of you facing up, the other facing down. Keep your cocks together, but show off those asses for me..."

The head of House Onsen, the most dedicated power bottom in all of Lust, had never, ever needed to fuck like this before. All the power, all the strength that he had discovered in battle, which had then been further entrenched by fucking the fallen angel, and then further entrenched with all the extra pleasures and praise that had been rained down on him by his master, had done something to him. Nothing bad, but they had given him a new confidence, a power, a need to show that power and fulfill it. The only way that he could satisfy that was to fuck, to rut, and to break those that were beneath him, and the only hope that he had was that the 'break' part was optional.

Yet, as the two orcs got together, as they ground their cocks together as the incestual siblings that they were, showing off their asses to him and begging him without words to shatter them, he couldn't help but be convinced to do that very thing. His cock throbbed up, veiny and stiff to the point where he could not have shifted it to either side, and he growled deep in his throat.

"Lord Ornar?"

"Master Onsen?"

"Ornar...Smash..."

He growled deep in his throat again, coming up behind them and slapping the ass of the one on top. The cheeks were parted just enough for his cock to get between them, and he pushed in. The feeling of that hole bending before him was just enough to get him to know that it was alright, that this was meant to happen, but it wasn't enough to satisfy him. Not by a long shot.

Gritting his teeth, he set to humping. Not just humping, but thrusting, rutting, breaking that pucker in. Forward, back, forward, back, using all the muscles of an orc to drive his cock as deep as he could, to make that hole feel just how strong he was, to put it in its place. The orc under him gasped for breath, immediately arching his back, and Ornar pushed him down, making him mash lips with his brother.

That pucker, that tight hole, wasn't going to be tight for much longer. He pressed forward, pulled back, forward, back, forward, back, each and every thrust that much more powerful than the last until he had a rhythm going, one that allowed him to rut faster than any other demon would have in his realm. He was a power-fucker, slamming in faster than a jackhammer, hitting harder than...than...

Fuck the descriptions, they didn't matter. He fucked, and that was all that mattered. In, out, in, out, his balls swinging forward and battering the smaller pair behind the gold cloth in front of him. The other orc gasped and whimpered below his brother, probably half-dreading, half-anticipating his turn. He needn't have dreaded it; it was already his turn.

Yanking his cock free without warning - and leaving the top twin gasping from the sudden emptiness - Ornar slammed his cock in just as hard into the waiting ass just below. The other orc brother gasped, groaned, and then had his whimpers smothered by the wet kisses from his brother.

In, out, in, out, feeling that pucker clinging to his cock, feeling it desperately trying to slow him down with hard clenches and harder squeezes. It was trying to milk him, trying to get him off faster. Oh, that wasn't going to happen. He was the one in charge. He was the in-fucking-charge.

Ornar grabbed the smaller ass just a bit tighter, pinning the bottom orc in place. He used his body weight to push the top orc down, keeping them grinding their hard-ons against one another. They were going to cum from being fucked, and they were going to cum on each other.

He had never felt this sense of power before, this utter...shift in how he perceived himself and others. He was the power in the room, the mover and the shaker, the one that was causing everything to happen. His cock controlled the others, and they were all too willing to bow to his will and offer themselves up for his pleasure. Every time that he pushed in, the orc he was fucking begged for more with his little whimpers, and every time that he pulled back, that hole clenched down, trying to keep his cock inside.

In, out, in, out, forward, back, forward, back. He was taking them, claiming them -

Time to switch.

He pulled out with a 'pop', and the bottom orc arched his back, groaning and whimpering. He begged through gasping wheezes.

"Please, please, more...more..."

The sounds went unnoticed. He wasn't going to give the little orc the chance to keep this going the way that he wanted. This was Ornar's session, and he would take what he wanted, no more, and no less. He pushed his cock against the puffy pucker on the top orc, feeling that the twin was a little more willing than the first time, a little more interested than the last time that he had been filled. That was good. He was learning, getting into what his client wanted from him. Or was Ornar just pushing his Lustful aura so far that it was taking over, giving the smaller, slender orc the chance to get into something that he would normally not be as interested in?

Did it matter? Did Lord Onsen need to care that much for someone that wasn't in his direct house? He didn't know, and he didn't really care at that point. All that mattered was the pleasure that he was getting from those holes, and the feeling that he got from getting to fuck properly for the first time.

He could feel the little shivers running up and down the top orc's back, felt the spasms of the muscles further down. He was arching his back, pushing down against his brother, trying to get fucked properly but also feeling his own pleasure rising. Ornar chuckled.

"Gonna cum, little bitch?" he whispered.

"Mmmph...trying not to...lord..."

"Go on."

"Mmmph?"

"Go on, cum, bitch...but cum...on your brother."

That was all that he needed to say, and while the top orc whimpered, tried to hold back, it only took a few more thrusts to push him over the edge. The whimpering, gasping orc came in short order, flooding his jockstrap, some of it pushing out and landing on the orc below.

Then, pop.

Out he came, and down to the other ass he went. The bottom orc went from shocked to gasping in need, whimpering, forgetting his words as he was fucked right to the brim. He was given a hot cock again, and Ornar growled in satisfaction as he took his pleasure once more, using that orc, filling him up, feeling those hot walls clenching around his cock.

What self-control he had left disappeared, and he settled into a rutting, humping beast mode. There was no more thought, just rutting, giving into that instinct of being on top that all orcs had buried deep beneath them. His had finally come out, unlocked by strength, opportunity, and no longer being shoved to the bottom.

It was his time to shine.

It all passed in a blur as he rammed himself in and out of the two brothers. They shifted position many times after he filled them both the first time, and he was sure that they were growing ever more exhausted. Even an incubus could only go so many times, but Ornar felt like he was doing something that was actually a little impossible. He felt like he was feeding on their Lust, like the more he used them, the more his food stuff they became.

In, out, in, out. He shoved one up against the wall and had the other under him, eating his ass and keeping him nice and hard while he waas fucking the other.

In, out, in, out. He conjured a pair of sex swings, putting one in the swings for getting rutted and the other on the ground, sucking on his balls, licking his cock and the lucky orc's ass.

In, out, in, out. He forced them down and made them compete, giving the one that sucked his cock better the chance to get fucked by him, while the other was forced to get fucked by the brother that had done better. In, out, in, out. They fucked each other hard, and the brothers, if they had ever fucked each other before, were getting off on it. If they had never fucked each other before, something he was increasingly coming to doubt, they were learning how to incorporate that into their repertoire for other clients.

They changed positions any number of times, but one thing never changed. Ornar was never the passive partner. He was never lying back and letting them do the work. He was always the one doing the thrusting, the humping, the fucking. He always did the hard part, always was the one keeping it in motion, always the one that was pushing them to do more for him. He picked the positions, he picked the different ways that they did it, and he ordered the orcs around until they were in the perfect place for him to take his pleasure.

The only time that they stopped fucking was when they heard someone else coming onto the plane, and Ornar had to stop them for a second to make sure that it was Dusk and the others rather than someone that was intruding on the vessel. The last thing that they needed was for some spy to slip onto the craft. He pulled his cock free of the two sluts, leaving them gasping and slobbering over each other instead, and opened the door to the lounge.

"Hello?" he called out.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing here?" Arnis asked, the bear on his way to the cockpit. "We've been looking all over for ya."

"I was here all this time, Arnis. I believed that it would be better to be here rather than waste my time in the middle of the city."

"Yeah, well, the others were looking for ya."

"But not you, then?"

"No."

"Charmed, as ever. We're almost ready for take-off, then?"

"Yeah, just getting the last of the shit packed up."

"Lovely. I've almost finished with the lounge; please tell Lord Dusk that I will be happy to vacate it shortly for his pleasures?"

"What? What the hell are you doing in there?"

"Fucking."

"You mean, getting fucked."

"No, my dear Arnis. I mean fucking."

While it wasn't a sexual glee, the sheer puzzled look on the bear demon's face was perhaps the most satisfying moment of his whole rutting experience. He shut the door behind him, chuckling to himself as he turned back to the two twins. They were both completely out of it, obviously having a hard time thinking straight, and they looked up at him as if he was the only thing that mattered in the room.

He had gotten that look before, but far more rarely, and it was always with something of a sneering, possessive sort of smile that came from having the chance to rut his ass so hard. He might have been the one to rock someone else's world from the bottom, but this? This was something different.

And this was also why Dusk would never, ever, ever allow him on top. He would never have the chance to fuck the cat's ass, never have the chance to give his Lord the same pleasure that he had done to these incubi. He would never have the chance to feel that hole around his cock, squeezing him and driving him up the wall. There was never going to be that chance.

So he might as well enjoy this one, because it wasn't going to come again.

"Against the wall, boys. Almost done with you...one more orgasm each..."

That should be enough to feed his hunger for a while. It should be enough to get that dominant side to give him a break and just leave him the fuck alone for a little while. Then he could actually be around Dusk without thinking of that all the time.

"Fucking?" Dusk asked. "He actually said that?"

"Sure did, boss," Arnis said, shrugging. "Surprised me, too."

"Indeed..."

"Want me to make him stop?"

"Why would I want a Lust demon to stop having their fun?" he asked. "Let him continue, but get us underway as fast as possible. We want to make our way to Wrath reasonably quickly."

"You got it."

As the bear made his way back through the plane, heading to the cockpit, Dusk cocked his head to the side and looked at the door to the lounge. He could still hear the rocking and rutting going on, as well as the moans and groans from inside. He knew that he recognized his servant from inside, could hear the right sounds to make him think of Ornar, but the orc was definitely sounding a little different. More dominant, more powerful, more like the hard-hitting fucker that one might have imagined an orc to be if one had never met Lord Onsen.

Something definitely changed for him...

He could have reached out and found what it was by using the sin of Lust, but he wanted to see what he could figure out without that. Dusk leaned back in his chair as Selene, Balthus, and the others got comfortable and began his theorizing, going back to when the behavior had changed.

Just after the assault on House Diel, if he remembered right. After that, there had been a new sort of confidence for Lord Onsen, something that had surprised all of them for how strong it was, and how much it had taken the orc by surprise, as well. They were all happy to see him happy, but the way that he had been so eager to show off, the way that he had gone from being merely confident to being nearly arrogant in some ways - even from the bottom - had gotten all their attention. And then, the way that things had shifted after Seraph had tried on the harness and Ornar had had to use his cock...

Yes, that was the shift there. Whether it had come from some incidental magic from the harness or had always been there was up for debate, but the second switch had been flipped then. Dusk remembered the way that the orc's eyes had shifted, how he had gone from just being a passive partner to being more active with his cock.

But why wait this long?

If it was just topping that had changed, that wouldn't really be an issue. Ornar was a sex demon, after all, and that meant that he would have been pretty unashamed of such a mild new kink. That meant that there was something tied into it, something that filtered back to something more embarrassing or more serious for the orc. If he didn't want to talk about topping in general, that might mean that he only wanted to top a specific person. And if that was the case -

The black cat smiled. There it was. An individual that couldn't be fucked. And that likely meant him, all things considered.

Hmmm...fascinating.

Dusk's aversion to being on the bottom wasn't necessarily due to a stimulatory reason. There were pleasures that could be gained from that end of things. The issue was that anyone that tried to top him always did so from the point of view of trying to break him. That wasn't something that he could allow, so he shut it down from all sides and all quarters just to keep that part from happening.

It had been his way for a while, and it worked for him. However, if Ornar proved reliable, if he proved that he could control himself...

Well, he might be able to fulfill that fantasy of his loyal follower.

He smiled, only for the plane phone to start ringing.

The End

Summary: Ornar Onsen faces a bit of a difficult self-realization. He had a massive attraction to his master's ass, and he's not sure that he's just a bottom anymore.

Tags: M/M/M, threesome, twins, orcs, demons, hell, domination, corruption, anal, oral, blowjob, rimming, topping, needy, horny, jockstrap, orgasm, cum, forced orgasm, series,