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The Devil May Care

Part 3

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon

Dusk did not sleep long, but he did sleep well. Then again, the feeling of an eager mouth around one's groin did a great deal to ease one through the night.

The black cat awoke with a groan as he felt the tickling, sucking, nuzzling feeling against his crotch intensify for a moment, and he opened one eye to look down between his legs. The rotund gluttony demon was still there, and Apophis was still eagerly bobbing his head up and down along the cat's cock. He chuckled to himself, leaning his head back down on the pillow as he savored the feeling of that tongue, that mouth, that snout working his cock like an obedient little sow working a boar.

For all that he had been interrupted in his fun the night before, Dusk knew that this was probably for the best. He had been able to test out his strength against Apophis, and had found his powers more than satisfactory. They were of all the great sins, while the demons at large only had the power of a single sin to bring to bear against him.

It did not mean that he was invincible, of course. He remembered the near-miss moment that had happened in their fight, and Apophis's cowardly creativity, but he knew that that was something that he could work around. He could find his way forward, learn more about the powers of the devil himself, and then start taking what he wanted.

And then, I can start building up something ideal for myself...

Not that he had plans of taking over the world - at least not yet. Rather, he had plans for making himself as comfortable and happy as he could. Hedonism was the name of the game this time, and that meant getting whatever he wanted, using whoever he wanted, and letting the world sort it out later. He was the goddamn devil, now, and that meant that he could do what he wanted.

As his new slave leaned deeper into the blowjob, rough, pudgy fingers tugging on the cat's balls, Dusk heard a soft buzzing. He turned his head towards the nightstand beside his bed, cocking his head to the side as his phone lit up.

I turned you off last night...

No sooner had he noticed it lighting up, however, than it started floating off the nightstand, glowing with a bright blue light. The cat narrowed his eyes at the phone, shaking his head at the color and the brilliance that it took on.

"Angels..."

Grumbling, he reached out and took it, feeling the light burning at the palm of his hand. Not painfully, but much like the feeling of heat coming off a stove to an untrained cook, it wasn't the most comfortable. He held it to his head, feeling his ears heating up almost immediately. He grabbed hold of the pig demon at his crotch, keeping him down, making him deepthroat for a moment.

"Hello?"

"Ah, hello. I was hoping that this was the correct number."

"What makes you think it is?"

"Well, um, you don't seem to be panicking at the thought of your cellphone coming to life, so...either I have the right number, or you have been doing very strange things with your current technology."

"...Fair assumption. Continue."

"My name is Seraph. I assume that you can already guess what I am."

"There's not much else that causes that much of a light show."

"Ah, yes, I do apologize for that. Regardless, I would very much like to talk to you. Consider it an official message from the divine, if you would. It is quite imperative that you and I meet up for this."

Dusk rolled his eyes. In all honesty, the last thing that he wanted to do was deal with angels the morning after having his fun, but he supposed that it wasn't entirely avoidable. He did need to see what was going on, after all, and if this Seraph really was carrying a message from the upper planes...

"Where?"

"Would you mind if we met at Gina's Café? They have some marvelous crumpets."

"Heh. Fine. I'll see you there...ten o'clock?"

"That will be acceptable."

"Good. Goodbye."

He clicked the phone shut, shaking his head as he tossed it down the bed. It almost slid right off the edge, and the cat shook his head as he pulled his hand back from the demon. Apophis did the right thing by staying down low, sucking on the cat's cock a bit more firmly before slowly dragging his head off of it.

"Something wrong, Master?"

"Not wrong, just...moving quicker than I expected."

"Hehehe, you thought you could just have your fun?"

"I hoped."

"Heeee. Not like the other realms miss much, when it comes to the devil."

"I suppose not."

He shook his head. The longer that he held the power of old Lucifer, the more that he felt it bubbling away in him. It was a great pool of corruption and strength, and he knew that he could put it to use for just about anything. All that it needed was the right sort of direction, the right imagination to shape it. And he had plenty of imagination.

But there was more to it than that. There was power that Lucifer had had that most people didn't give him credit for. He could feel the details in the world, the minutia that were all around him. He could feel how many times he had cum in the night, how many sperm cells that he had given to his slave via the oral exchange in the night. He could sense how many people had enjoyed time alone or with others in the apartment building. He could even feel how many people were happy, how many were sad, and how many were tempted with things that would only provide a temporary boon to them.

It was so much, and if he hadn't been training all his life with the black magics and voodoo and more, he would have been overwhelmed with all the information. Even now, he had to work to avoid getting broken down by the sheer flow of it, and he shook his head as he got to his feet.

"You don't want another, Master?" the pig demon asked.

"Not yet. I want to see what this angel wants, first."

"Angel!?"

"...You obviously were not the smartest one in your family."

"...Well, no, but that's kinda rude to say."

"I don't care."

Calling his clothes to him with a thought, he formed a trenchcoat out of darkness, and a silk shirt out of the shadows that the darkness had left behind. A pair of reflective shoes covered his feet, and a pair of black slacks that might as well have been poured from midnight flowed down his legs.

In short order, he was as fine as could be, and he smiled as he drew a tie down his chest, something formal, something powerful, just to show off. He turned to the pig demon, spreading his arms.

"How do I look?"

"...Pretty hot, Master."

"That's what I want to hear."

"Any chance you can buff your dick up a bit?"

"Hmm, good point."

The cat looked down, summoning the sin of Lust. His cock swelled slowly, almost like it was getting harder, but no. It wasn't stiffening for that, but rather engorging, growing, getting more noticeable from the fact that he had called it forth to stand for his lust. A pillar, an idol, an altar for which others could serve that sin.

He growled in pleasure as he felt it straining the cloth of his pants, making a bulge that wrapped up and around his hip from its sheer size. His balls were swollen, too, nice and heavy, making for a good little pocket bulge in the front of his pants.

By the end of it, Apophis was almost drooling, the pig's mouth decorated with a line of spittle that ran from his lip halfway to the floor. He oinked and squealed.

"Ooooh, that's hot."

"That's what I'm going for. Watch over this place. Do not let anyone in, and if anyone tries to break through, you have permission to rut them."

"Hehehehe..."

"But only if they try to break through."

"Mmmph. Fine, Master."

"Good boy."

He turned, and experimented with a different power. Holding to the sin of Sloth, he took a step, and disappeared.

Gina's Café was a lovely little spot, he discovered. It was a little hole in the wall kind of café, the sort that was built up as a little coffee joint that gradually got successful enough to build up its menu for the clientele, which then grew and pushed the coffee spot to become a proper café, with a bit more floor space but never losing that intimate sort of feel. It would never grow enough to need to move, but it would remain comfortable for those that had been there for a long time.

Dusk had taken a seat towards the back of the café, arriving a half hour before the angel was due to arrive. He leaned back in his seat, sipping on a latte as he waited for time to pass.

As he did, he looked around the room, extending his aura from time to time for his own amusement. It was different from merely extending his powers, he found. The aura of the Devil pulled the darker sides of mortals forward, going past the basic temptations that the sins offered and dragging out the parts that they tried to hide, the parts that they pretended weren't there, the parts that were more interesting than the 'goodness' that they tried to do on a daily basis.

He pulled out the things that they wished that they could do, the parts that they hid, the parts that they didn't want to talk about. And as he let that out, he had a number of happy little demonstrations of the perversions of mortals.

Behind the counter, he could see a fox pulling out his cock, jerking it hard and fast into one of the cups being filled with coffee. He watched as the fox's 'cream' settled into the hot liquid, breaking down, becoming something more drinkable.

He turned, looking at an older man, a saggy-chinned lizard, who reached out and fondled the crotch of the young mouse that came to take his order. The pair of them moaned, then immediately split apart, almost like they were ashamed of what had happened. Dusk, however, knew that they would exchange their numbers later, perhaps even meeting up on the mouse's break from the café.

There were more little demonstrations, and not all of them were from lust. Some of them were lazy workers, some of them were angry screams. Some of them were prideful displays, and others were envious, thieving moments where a worker took more than they should from a card payment.

All of it happened just because he was there. Just because he let the aura out. Dusk chuckled, savoring his feeling of magical superiority.

He was just taking another drink of his latte when the doors of the café finally opened, and on the other side was someone in a white suit. Dusk peered over the edge of his cup, smiling to himself as he took in the view of the bull that had come to visit.

Dusk was pleased to see that the obvious angel - for what else could the bull be, considering the immaculate clothes in this part of the city, and with that strange glow to them - was not a bad looking male. He had a good set of muscles, thick, broad shoulders, and better than that, a nice set of hips and a decent bulge. None of these were put out on display, of course, but there was no way for someone like him to miss that.

He watched the bull talk to the clerk at the register, then get pointed toward the back table. Dusk raised a hand to get this Seraph's attention, and once he got it, lowered his hand to wait for the bull to arrive.

Soon, they were seated together. The big guy was nearly as tall as Lucifer had been, though a few inches shorter if one didn't count the horns. Dusk leaned forward on his hands, folding them under his chin as he looked the bovine over again. Yes. A very lovely specimen, he had to admit.

"Thank you for meeting me on such short notice," the bull said, folding his napkin off the table and onto his lap. "I know that you were probably busy with a number of...pursuits, but it is important that we settle matters now."

"I'm sure. The distractions I've been causing must be sparking a number of arguments in Heaven."

"That...is putting it mildly."

The bull shook his head, while Dusk reached out with his senses once more. The bull angel was obviously someone that didn't have a lot of experience in the mortal world, and he had been rather distracted by the way that people in the café had been acting. The cat chuckled, extending a bit of his aura towards the bull.

No sooner had he made contact than he could see the halo that burned over the bull's head, as well as the ephemeral wings that were just bare visible against the back of his seat. They were white, now, but as soon as the aura started to seep in, hints of gray could be seen at the edges of the feathers.

Dusk smiled, leaning back in his chair as he wiggled one foot out of a shoe. It was easy enough to do without the bull noticing, as cats were, of course, quite talented in wiggling their way into places where they were not supposed to be. He kept his smile plastered on his face, rubbing his toes along the bull's calf for the moment, watching as the angel continued his speech. The power of the devil hid just what he was doing, he felt, and he allowed himself the indulgence of teasing while listening.

"The powers that be are watching you, Dusk," Seraph said. "They know what you're doing, and from what they tell me, they know what you're planning."

"Have they told you what I'm planning."

"No, but...well, that's not important. All that matters is whether you are willing to forgo those plans and go to Hell."

The cat's toes paused in mid-curl, having passed the knee and having started going up the bull's thigh. He cocked his head to the side slowly, tapping his chin with one finger.

"Metaphorically, or literally?"

"Literally."

"Ah."

Dusk nodded, going back to sliding his foot up the bull's leg, slowly working it along his thigh. He could feel the heat of something there, something fairly large, something that was obviously substantially repressed by mortal standards. He hid a chuckle as his toes drummed on the bull's balls, his magic keeping the actual action hidden, even if the effects were causing a physiological response.

As he rolled his foot up a bit further, pressing his sole against the bull's crotch properly, feeling the cock that was slowly rising from his teasing, he gestured for Seraph to go on. The bull looked oddly relieved as he did as he was instructed.

"As...as you might have seen, there is a great power struggle between the lords of Hell...and the mortal plane..." the angel said, the bull shifting back and forth. "I...I am here to tell you...that it has made things no less hectic in Heaven."

"You don't say?" Dusk asked, curling his toes a bit more around the rising head of the bull's shaft. "And why would that be happening?"

"Because..."

Due to Dusk's power, there was no way for the bull to know that he was being teased, that his cock was being pushed, forced to grow erect by the cat's foot. There was no way for him to understand where this pleasure was coming from, or how his lust was growing. All that he could do was squirm. It appealed to the feline's nature as the bull kept shifting back and forth in his seat, his face getting red in the cheeks.

"Because...the power of Lucifer...of the Devil Himself...is able to destabilize many things..." The bull grunted, and at the same time, his cock popped a bit, his pants ripping a bit in the crotch. "I need to hear your word that you will return to the lower planes. If you return, you will live out the rest of existence...the rest of existence in the presence of those that will test you...but you will not harm this world. I must hear this..."

"Or..."

"Or I will...have to take...steps," Seraph said.

There it was. Dusk smiled to himself, slowly dancing his toes up and down that thick bulge, feeling the points where flesh had defeated fabric. The bull angel was definitely carrying plenty of cock for the feline's interests...but that wasn't what he wanted the big guy for.

He withdrew his foot, chuckling to himself.

"Then I suppose you'll have to take steps."

"...You force my hand."

The angel's eyes glowed for a moment, and he held up his hand. Dusk kept his power at the ready, half-convinced that the sudden shift was going to end up with him somewhere that he really didn't want to be. The bull's fingers clicked as he snapped...

And they reappeared in a hotel room. And both of their clothes had disappeared.

And Dusk was on his back in bed.

"Well, now...not the steps that I expected an angel to take," Dusk said, chuckling as he glanced about. "It seems that you've been planning something besides merely forcing me out of the mortal plane."

"Do not get above yourself. This is merely...a concept that has come to me," Seraph said, turning to face him.

The bull was even better out of his suit than he had been in it. He was a husky sort of man, the sort that might even look out of shape until you realized that the thickness of the body was merely layers of muscle rather than the flab that you thought you saw. He moved with confidence, yet deference, as if he was trying to be respectful even in this moment. His cock, finally unleashed, was a good foot long, pressing forward and hanging down from its own weight, and the bull's sac would have filled both hands.

Dusk chuckled. While he knew he could use his power to summon chains of darkness or worse, he merely pulled his hands behind his head, his cock slowly rising up as the bull joined him on the bed.

"And what concept is that?"

"I will seize your corrupted soul from you," the angel said. "And I will do it in a way that will appeal to your base nature."

"In other words..."

"I'm going to ride you, mortal. And your corruption will bleed out as if it had never been."

That was exactly what Dusk had been hoping to hear. The plan was laughably bad, encouraged by the corruption of his aura as it pulsed through the room. Not only would his soul remain precisely where it was, but the angel was putting himself at great risk, even if Dusk was merely content to allow him to ride him without interference.

The cat wasn't feeling that nice.

He didn't move as the bull straddled him, didn't fight back when the big man leaned forward to pin his shoulders. Instead, he just put on a smile, cocking his head to the side as Dusk leaned in towards his face.

"Now, are you going to actually ride me, or are you just going to pull some angel trick?"

"I will be riding you. I promise you, it will be painless."

"Painless? I was hoping for pleasurable."

"That will always happen...I merely wish it was not happening in this way."

"Heh. Gay?"

"As much as is permissible in Heaven."

"Could always switch sides."

"That will not be happening. Now, please, relax, and do not fight me."

There was a big difference between the muscular bull butt on his cock and the feeling of Apophis's jiggly rump against him the night before. The demon's had been soft, jiggly, but full and filled with padding for a hard fuck. Seraph's, on the other hand, was more designed like it was ready to take a beating, and he would just imagine that the bull was going to pound himself hard on the cat's cock.

As the bull leaned his ass back, sliding the cat's throbbing erection between the cheeks, Dusk managed to keep his grin on his face. The feeling of that soft-fluffed taint, the way that the cheeks parted ever so gently to allow his cock to slide between them, the tight little hole that waited - especially that - was more than enough to get him oozing pre-cum. It was thick and hot, corrupted with the power of the Devil Himself, and he knew that it would be more than sufficient to keep them both having fun for some time to come.

With a grunt, the bull shoved himself backwards, and Dusk bit off a small groan of his own as he felt his cock get swallowed up in the pleasure of that tight little hole. The pucker bent and opened before his cock, and almost immediately he could feel his juices starting to taint the angelic magic around his shaft.

Yesssss.

There was something gloriously seductive about having the power to utterly corrupt someone from merely being inside them. For a mortal, he could do it from further away, but with an angel...

He smiled as he watched the gray dusting on the edge of Seraph's feathers start to darken the further the bull pushed back on his cock. The feeling of that tight ass aside, the power he had to take even a holy soul like Seraph's and start turning it to his purposes, to see it happening before his eyes: it was exquisite.

He groaned under his breath, leaning his head back into the pillows as the bull's ass finally made contact with his crotch. It was a hot hole, one that was squeezing him from base to tip, rippling like some supernatural sex toy. The black cat purred, even, and smiled at the angel.

"Are you sure that you're not loving this a bit? I swear, you're milking my cock like someone made for anal..."

To his not-quite surprise, Seraph blushed. The muscular bovine turned his head, shaking it a few times.

"I'm not here for pleasure. I'm merely...merely here to safeguard others."

"Heh...then why are you so hard?"

As the bull looked down, Dusk rolled his hips upwards, grinding his cock right over the angel's prostate. It was a minor move, barely more than enough to get that stiffness throbbing up again, but it was enough to keep the bull nice and hard. Seraph gasped, as if he hadn't even noticed his own erection.

"I...I must finish this...quickly..."

And so the real ride began.

Dusk groaned and growled in arousal as the great angel started to thrust his ass back, riding him harder, faster. Every one of those thick muscles popped against the bull's shoulders, back, chest, arms. They pushed him to ride faster, and the tight muscles gripping the cat's cock from all sides was beyond pleasurable. Sweat droplets like something out of an independent erotic film started to run down the angel's chest and arms, his cock rising higher and higher with each hard thrust of his hips.

And through it all, the corruption continued. The angel's wings darkened, and his halo, bright as it was over his head, was slowly starting to show signs of fragility. The bull's face was red, his cheeks burning as he obviously felt more pleasure than he wanted to admit, all while Dusk was throbbing hard, oozing pre-cum at a rate that he controlled. He, and no other.

"What's the matter, hmm?" he teased. "I thought you were going to milk the soul from me."

"I...I am...trying..."

"Maybe you need to try it from a different angle."

The bull nodded, getting up and turning around. Now, his ass faced back towards the cat, and Dusk had the perfect view to see that hole spreading wider and wider around his cock, seeing it spread to almost gaping. Each time that Seraph thrust back, he could see the way that the bull clenched, could see how his magic was affecting the bigger male.

That's it...ride...ride until there's nothing left but the urge to please...nothing left but the hunger to give more...

He looked up again, seeing the light of the halo fading, the brightness slipping. The wings had gone from a dusty white to a deep gray, almost blackened at the tips.

More than that, he could hear the bull's balls slapping against the bedsheets. More changes were happening that he could not see, and he knew that it was only a matter of time until they were extreme enough to call Seraph's attention to them. Dusk chuckled between his moans, the cat purring more and more as his pleasure climbed.

Thump, thump, thump. That ass fucked itself back against him again and again, and he could feel every slow throb of the bull's pleasure through it. Sometimes, he pushed it back hard enough to grind into the cat's hips, and Dusk groaned in happy pleasure as he felt the tight little pucker rhythmically squeezing him, the grinding sliding his cock back and forth against the depths of the big bull. He could feel his balls churning hard, rising up, then dropping down again.

Not long now, he thought.

He panted as he felt the bull pick up the pace again, the light of the halo almost gone, the wings as black as pitch. Staring down at that muscular bubble-butt, he could see the cheeks splitting and then coming together with each hard, swift thrust back. The cat groaned as his cock was swallowed up, taking the pleasure from the angel in a way that he couldn't quite get from the demon.

After nearly five minutes of such treatment, he allowed himself to cum. Perhaps the angel would get the clue that it was not going to work, perhaps not, but it would give him quite the dose of...corruption.

And so it did. The bull froze halfway up the cat's cock as Dusk came, the pulsing pleasure running through the cat's shaft. It was not the overwhelming bliss that could happen to mortals, not anymore. Having such control as the power of the Devil Himself allowed, Dusk's orgasms were very much under his control, and would require far more than mere anal to get him to lose himself to the bliss.

However, the sight of the wings going pitch black, the feathers melting together to become something else, something more...wracked with darkness...something more corrupt...well, it sent a shiver right through his cock, a tremble that turned to a greater stiffening at the CRACK that followed.

Angel and mortal alike looked up at the shattered halo as it came down in two broken pieces, each one embedding itself in the bed on either side of the bull's hips. They looked at the pieces, then at each other.

Dusk could not help but smirk.

"Well, now, it looks like the angel won't be fulfilling his mission, after all."

"That...that's impossible."

"Lucifer used to be one of you; I imagine that he had a number of soft spots for his old people. I don't."

Dusk gestured, and tendrils of shadow lifted the bull off of his shaft. Thick lines of cum ran out from the bull's asshole, draining down along the back of his thighs, then along his taint, and then just dripping in general. There was a lot in there, after all, and it had a great many places to go from how stretched the hole had become.

The cat folded his legs at the ankles as he held the bull suspended, those black wings drooping. He gestured upwards, flicking his finger over that swollen, throbbing cock.

"I'll give you a counteroffer. You're a mortal now, yes?"

"...As good as, correct."

"Then you have two choices. You can try and redeem yourself as a mortal on this earth...not a very good chance of that, all things considered, but you can try. Working yourself up from the bottom, seeing what you can do to prove that you are a good person, someone that deserves his wing and halo back. What chances do you give yourself of that?"

"..."

"That's what I thought. Or...you can side with me."

Seraph arched an eyebrow, and Dusk chuckled.

"Come on. It's not like you were bothered by what you were doing. You seemed to be enjoying it a lot, for that matter. Why not just give up on heaven and work with me? You'll get my cock up your ass every day, and I guarantee you, we'll have a lot more fun."

The bull looked at the pieces of his halo, and then back at the cat. Dusk could tell that the choice had already been made, of course. He didn't need the magic of the Devil Himself to actually pull that from the angel's mind. However, he knew that there needed to be a little time, a few minutes for the bull to settle himself to his new reality.

So, he waited, occasionally twitching his cock in tune to the bull's throbbing shaft. Little by little, he lowered the angel to his crotch again, until they made contact once more. It barely seemed to take a second of having his cock against Seraph's ass to help his new acquaintance make his decision.

"I'll join you."

"Goooood."

"But...you promise it'll be good?"

"Oh, it'll be better than good..."

He smiled, closing his eyes as he extended his aura towards the other male.

"In fact...I promise it will be sinfully delicious..."

The changes had already begun. Now, it was time to make them more extreme. Tighter, bigger nipples, perhaps, with a hidden surprise with sufficient pressure. A more sensitive hole. A deeper hunger for service.

And something to fix that suit...

It didn't take long for the bull to start riding him again, and this time, the moans were far more one-sided as the bovine's ass started clenching, squeezing, going crazy around his cock. The former angel's halo lifted up, jabbing into his head alongside his horns, corrupting Seraph's face further, and as he bounced, his chest started to drip with milk.

The End

Summary: Dusk encounters an angel that has gotten wise to some of his new powers, but when the bull offers to take the powers away, to return Dusk to a normal existence, the cat decides to take matters into his own hands.

Tags: M/M, cat, bull, foot fetish, angel, demon, devil, corruption, series, anal, power bottom, cum, orgasm, halo, sensitivity, service, transformation,