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Corporate Demonic Deals For Magnus Strange and Freckle By Draconicon

Lead was busy. Then again, Lead was always busy, though some business was more pleasant than the rest. For example, the sound of the hissing smoke beneath his closet door signified that a much more...enjoyable...business was forthcoming than the piles of paperwork that constantly populated his desk.

The fox stood up, picking a few of the paper piles up and carrying them away, setting them on the desks of his absent assistant - he'd sent her home, hours ago when she wouldn't stop talking on her phone - and putting the rest on the side cabinets. They would keep for later, and he'd be in a better state to sort through them when his visitor was done.

The closet door started to glow, runes that had been absent for almost a month starting to shimmer. Red, mostly, with a bit of yellow streaked through it. The smoke that poured through space beneath the door filled the room and carried with it the smell of...musk. Not burning, not smoke in and of itself, not even something that burned at the lungs, but musk, powerful and masculine, and throbbing with its own need, trying to burn its way into his brain.

Lead was ready for it. He'd gone through it several times with this particular contractor; he was prepared for it, even if his body was already trembling to meet the source of it.

The door finally opened, and briefly, he saw the perpetual orgy that went on in the realm on the other side. Bodies that shifted every few seconds, shapes that changed, genders that bounced back and forth on the whims of those that wanted to fuck, be fucked, or wanted a specific hole; it was all there. Then it was gone, eclipsed by the figure that had come through the door, and that figure's own needs.

Great and tall, the alligator demon ducked beneath the frame to fit into the room, and when he stood, he loomed over the desks and the door by feet, rather than mere inches. A golden crown of power burned over his head, and smoke came from him as much as his realm.

Magnus, the demon, was called, and Lead knew his deal had come due.

"You're late."

The demon smiled.

"I was delayed with some pleasurable business of my own."

"You can deal with that on your own time, demon. Many things need doing here."

"Yes, I suppose there are. Super soldiers to be made, and sold when you have the clients."

"Yes."

Lead nodded, working at the buttons of his pants. They came down quickly, followed by his briefs, and as he turned, he felt a burst of air running between his legs. Warm and wet, probably directed by the demon behind him, like a hand gripping at what was there.

He bit back a soft moan as the smoke worked up, grinding against the feral sex between his legs. Almost like a fortune cookie in shape, twisted and warped from standard sex, it was no less sensitive to touch, and no less ready to be bred.

The fox leaned over the desk, looking over his shoulder at the demon, and smirked.

"Are you going to breed me, then? Or what?"

"You seem quite ready, this time."

"It was this or paperwork. I am ready for this."

"And you weren't ready for the other?"

"This will help."

"Hmmph. I'm starting to think that you might have gotten the better part of this deal."

"Doubtlessly, I did. I am the one that made it, after all."

The demon didn't speak, but he did walk up behind the fox. He felt the thick, massive shaft rubbing between his legs, working its way up towards his ass, towards his hole in general. It touched him there and then slid back down towards his sex. The fox shivered, biting his lip at the feeling of the sheer thickness resting against his sex, knowing that it would be going to be spread open to the point of near-pain to take something like this.

But it was the deal, ...and in the end; he knew it would feel good.

Perhaps it was the musk that influenced him, or maybe the demon had more power than he thought, but he pushed back before the tip could be forced into him. He gasped at the feeling of penetration, the sheer thickness of it hugely working against him. Lead thumped his fist against his desk, panting softly as he felt his feral opening pushed wide already. The demon chuckled.

"Look at you. Already trying to take the whole thing. Are you sure that you're not a little too eager for me?"

"I can...take it. Just put it in."

"If you say so, fox. But you were the one that asked for this. Remember that."

He felt the demon line up and then thrust forward. Hard. His eyes bugged forward, his breath coming in a gasp as he felt the thick thing slide in up to the knot at the base, almost taking him to the hilt in one go.

The rasping breath came again, almost knocking the air out of him as the demon pulled back and slammed in just as hard a second time, and then a third, and a fourth, each time making sure that the whole thing - sans knot - went in.

Rocked back and forth over his desk, the fox could do nothing but gasp and moan in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head, and his body wracked with the discomfort of being pulled so wide. His nostrils flared, huffing in the musky smoke, taking it into his lungs, pulling it into his brain, and used it. Used it to relax, to fall into the blissful pleasure that the demon always promised, and always delivered.

He was used, rocked along with the desk, his body taking that cock again and again. He felt those scaly balls swinging forward, smacking against his ass every time that the knot bounced against his sex. He looked over his shoulder, smiling through slitted eyes and rising smoke.

"Mmmph...you're getting...really good at this..."

"And you're taking it better than any mortal should. Perhaps I should tighten you up again, so you can break on my cock again."

"Mmmph...maybe...but not...now..."

He could feel that knot getting more prominent, thicker, heavier against his pussy, and he knew it wouldn't be long before that rounded, colossal thing would be spreading him open, breaking him on it. Not physically, but orgasmically breaking him, making him shudder and cum and gasp and drool in pleasure.

The fox worked himself back, grinding his sex on that knot, feeling his feral sex spread on it again. It was fortunate that he was built this way. An average pussy could never have taken this thing. He moaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt it working deeper, deeper, further, and further into him.

"Oh...yes...almost there..."

"Yes, almost there indeed..."

The demon rammed himself in twice more, three times, four -

POP!

And in went the knot. The fox slumped forward, his chest hitting the desk hard enough to make a thump of its own as his tongue stuck out of his mouth. His pussy clenched down hard, squeezing on the knot, milking it, pulling it deeper into his body, and the demon obliged him with a wash of seed.

It splattered deep inside of him, filling him up to the brim with the sexy, slippery stuff, and he could feel it going into his womb already. The fertile seed was hitting each and every egg in there, and Lead reached down to his belly, rubbing it, enjoying the feeling of the swelling that was already taking place.

The musk was still in the air, leaving him lightheaded enough not to care as the demon lifted him up, Magnus taking the seat on the other side of the desk and leaving the fox in his lap. Thick, scaled hands rubbed along his belly, making the same motions that he had done as he was filled. Magnus chuckled again.

"It feels like you're getting a fine crop this time. Heavy and gravid, like a good bitch."

The fox didn't respond, merely enjoying the feeling of being full, of having that knot inside of him, of being pregnant.

Yes, pregnant. It wasn't part of the original plans Lead had for his company, but with the help of this demon, it worked out. Demonically-bred super soldiers that would fight for the top dollar, who degraded quickly enough to need constant replacements, while still being useful for the entirety of their lifespan, was something that was in high demand these days. He had other products as well, of course, but this was one of the better ones, higher selling.

Plus, the paperwork for this particular deal had been signed long ago, and all that had to happen was the exchange of 'services.' He would serve as an incubator, and the demon gave him one hell of a...good time.

He smiled as he wriggled his hips along on the demon's cock, feeling it stretching at his sex. It was spread wide, still, and he would be stuck for another ten to twenty minutes, he was sure. But at least it was a good time, and he was well-compensated for it.

"Has business been well with you, Magnus?"

"Things have been well enough. Several different converts, some wishing to worship at the altar of corruption, others merely seeking to give up their will and be corrupted. In either case, it's profitable."

"I imagine that you have been stretching yourself rather thin, lately, considering all those that want a piece of you."

"Thin enough, but not sufficiently so to lose out on the contracts I already have."

"I would hope not."

Lead rubbed his belly.

"I make too much to lose out on you now."

"You won't have to worry about that...trust me."

One never trusted a demon...but Lead would trust Magnus. This time.

The End