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The Devil May Care

Part 14

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon

Dusk looked out of the corner of his eyes at Seraph. The fallen angel had nothing to say to the sudden revelation that the man he'd been fucking was the head of the brothel down here, nor did the bull say anything about the fact that they'd just been greeted and then propositioned by the orc. In fact, he looked as shocked as the cat felt.

So much for an insider perspective, the cat thought, shaking his head as he fell in step behind the orc.

Then again, he couldn't entirely blame Seraph for that. He had gotten plenty of information out of the fallen angel about Mercy and the state of Heaven. It was slightly unfair to ask the bull to be an expert on the matters of Hell, as well. That was really stretching what one was supposed to know.

They followed behind this Lord Onsen, passing from the lobby into an open corridor, a pathway of stone that walked between different hot springs. Some of them had walls up, made of darkened wood or warped stone, but others were open, allowing the incubi that worked there to be seen. Most of them were nearly-nude rather than fully nude, ranging from furry wolves to soft foxes, from muscular lions to hardened orcs, like Lord Onsen. There were many different sex demons all over the onsen, and he had to admit, they were all appealing.

Not that he needed it anymore. Working out his frustrations on Lord Onsen's asshole was a good way to get rid of most of his tension, and while he knew that he could have a great deal of pleasure here, he knew that it wasn't so crucial for his mental and emotional state anymore.

The black-skinned orc led them down the stone pathway, giving them both a rather nice show as his ass swayed back and forth. It wasn't a feminine shake, but rather a muscular grind, those big ass cheeks pressing against each other with every step, grinding and sliding along each other. The cat's seed was slowly oozing out of the orc's ass, too, dripping between the cheeks and falling every few paces to the stones below.

Dusk took more than a little satisfaction at seeing his mark lingering like that. It felt good. Satisfying.

They wandered between a number of hot springs, the eyes of the demons following him. At one point, he swore that he recognized a pair of wolf demons, their eyes and their muzzles rather familiar. Why, he didn't know, but they were.

Eventually, however, they reached the orc's office. They stepped through a warped driftwood door, coming to a room of waterfalls. The water itself was foamy, almost like what one would find at sea, and at the far end of the room was a throne from which the waterfalls seemed to emerge. The orc settled himself in it, his jockstrap half-transparent from all the water that they'd passed by on the way there.

Dusk looked around for a seat. Lord Onsen blinked, then shook his head.

"How rude of me. You deserve a throne yourself, Lord von Doom."

"I'm glad that you noticed..."

"Please, allow me."

The orc gestured, and the stone warped. It lifted from the ground, becoming a crackling shape that soon formed itself into the sort of throne that a master of a dungeon might have sat himself upon, the sort of throne that a master of many would have used. Dusk smiled as the black stone cracked into the shape of a series of bindings, and waved his hand to dismiss them, ensuring that he wouldn't be trapped in the chair. Then, and only then, did he sit down upon it.

"I am a master, Lord Onsen, not a slave. Do not trifle with me," he said with a good-natured smile.

"My apologies, Lord von Doom. It was a slip of my power; I am used to other sorts of visitors."

"I can only assume many are mortals that don't realize what they're getting into."

"How did you ever guess?"

There was a definite sense of comradery with this particular demon. Lord Onsen had a good sense of deference while maintaining a sense of individuality, a sort of subordinate that Dusk would find quite useful. The cat was already planning on keeping him quite handy, quite available. If they were able to make a deal, at least.

The black cat leaned back in his throne, crossing one leg over the other. He didn't mind being naked in front of the orc. His cock was still wet from having fucked that big, muscular ass, after all, and they both knew the score. Seraph stepped to his right side, just behind the throne, and the lactating bull harrumphed softly, obviously trying to be helpful.

He wasn't, but it was a nice attempt.

As he sat there, one leg crossed and the other resting on the floor, Dusk cocked his head to the side. Lord Onsen seemed to be considering his words, but there was little time to just sit around and do nothing. He gestured for the orc to speak, and the Lord Ornar Onsen indulged him.

"We need your help."

"...Well, that was forthright," Dusk said.

"We have little time to be anything but."

"Ah. Then continue."

"I have little idea of what you know about the demons of this domain, Lord von Doom, so if you would enlighten me so I would know where to start?"

"I know nothing other than the fact that you feed off of lust and life," Dusk admitted. "Your people were seldom among the greater demons I tried summoning."

"It's more than that, unfortunately, but I can see how that would be all that you knew. The mortals were never...understanding...about it, and we haven't helped with that."

The orc sighed as he leaned back on his throne, shaking his head as he obviously tried to find the words to phrase this. Dusk glanced out of the corner of his eye at his companion, and Seraph shrugged minutely.

Whatever this is, it must be more important than a business opportunity. Something has gone wrong for them...

But that meant that he was in a position of power, and Dusk knew better than most that that meant that he could get something out of this. Demons would always create an opportunity for themselves, if they could, but if they were in a weak position, you didn't have to pay them nearly as much as they normally demanded. So, he settled into his throne, folding his hands over his lap as he waited.

Eventually, Lord Onsen continued.

"We are...different...to the other demons of Hell. A Wrath demon is enslaved to his rage, but he does not hunger to feed that anger, or to indulge it. He merely is. A Pride demon does not seek things to confirm their pride and vanity. They merely are. But we Lust demons...

"In all the eras of existence, we have been among the low levels of Hell, because we weaken faster than the other demons. We lose ourselves in our need. In the past, Lucifer could sate one of us, for a day, perhaps two if it was a focused session. A mortal could feed our hunger for a week, but no more."

"What happens when you go...unsated?" Dusk asked.

"It turns us feral, and then turns us weak. Eventually, we can fade away entirely, though that will take upwards of a month," the orc said, shaking his head. "But it is not a pleasant process. It is...If you will imagine the feeling of starvation for a mortal, yes? But it is not merely physical. A demon of Lust will start losing their minds, becoming less and less themselves, more and more feral. They will be bestial, rough, crude, snapping the leash in a desperate attempt to get what they need."

"...Your demons here seem remarkably well-behaved."

"We had a small stock of mortals that we were rationing out since the former devil was destroyed. There are no more."

Dusk nodded slowly, imagining the sort of low-level fear that would be going through all the different brothels in the Lust realms. No wonder the different invitations had been popping up. They needed something to feed on, and -

No, that was wrong. Even if they knew that he could pop between the different realms, they wouldn't have invited him as a mere food source. They knew something that he didn't. They needed something more from him.

Dusk shifted his position slightly, changing up which leg was over his lap before leaning his chin on his hand.

"Why did you invite me, then?"

"You have...something special," Lord Onsen admitted.

"You'll have to define that a bit more. There's a lot special about me," he said with a chuckle.

"I suppose there is. Cast your mind back, my lord. Think of the party at the Diel manor, if you would."

Dusk nodded.

"There were two wolf incubi there, serving you at the behest of Lord Diel. Do you remember them?"

"I do. They were quite skilled."

"Yes. And they are, to this day, still sated from you. They have not fed since. They have felt no need."

That immediately got his attention, and Dusk sat up in his chair. He looked back at Seraph, and the shock on his bull's face told him that this was no small matter. This was something, again, that was different.

I have a different ability than the former devil, he thought. I can do something that he cannot. And that means that I have value to them, that I have something that they desperately need.

"I have felt your touch now, as well, and...I can confirm that it has done more for me than anything that Lucifer ever did. It remains to be seen how long it lasts for, but the wolves have been without food for nearly three weeks, now, and they have shown no sign of the usual degradation. What did you do with them?"

"Not very much. Less than I did with you, if I'm honest."

"Then you truly are something remarkable, Dusk."

The flattery in that statement was genuine, and the black cat held back on the grin that wanted to bloom on his face. Instead, he pressed his hands together, tapping the tips of his fingers against one another.

"How did you feed before?"

"Every week, Lucifer would open a portal to the world above, to the world of mortals. He would strain us to the limits of what we could handle, and then unleash us as a horde on those that he felt needed to be taught a lesson. There were...some horrible moments, moments that have been disgraceful to a number of our brothels."

"I didn't know that demons could feel shame."

"There is a certain level of class that most of us prefer to emulate," Lord Onsen said. "It is not necessarily required, by any means, but it has been something that allows us to feel a bit better about our lot in life."

Dusk nodded. There were lies that you told yourself to get by. He knew how that felt.

"At any rate, he would allow us that time to go into the mortal world, to seize our prey and return. Those demons that succeeded would live for another week, remain strong. Those that failed would begin the starvation. Some of us would store up mortals down here in this world, pushing ourselves to find extra prey for the hard times. Others would fail, and would become as beasts in Hell, with each hunt becoming more and more difficult until there was no chance of catching prey successfully."

"And they would die."

"They'd die, yes."

"It seems that Lucifer had a choke-hold on you."

"Yes, he did," the orc said with a small nod. "The powers of the devil included opening holes in reality, allowing those that he favored to go to the mortal world. It was the common way of getting there, but there are...rumors...of other rips in space and time, places where demons might find their way to the mortal world if they find the correct location."

It hung in the air almost like a question, an invitation. Dusk heard it, but said nothing.

Diel's son came through without a warning, without anything from Lucifer. That means that Apophis had a way to enter the mortal world without his father's permission, and without any help from anyone else. He was too stupid to make one, so he found one...

And considering that they had all been in Diel's manor for the party, that meant that Lord Onsen had been looking for something similar.

He is a sneaky one, this orc.

Dusk allowed the moment to pass, and Lord Osen was forced to continue.

"As it stands, Lord von Doom, I can only imagine that you have been getting offers of all sorts from the realms of Lust. There are many of us here that have heard what you have done. Those that haven't will seek you out for the portal power that you carry, for the chance to feed again on the world above. They will offer you anything and everything for it, so long as you follow through."

"And you are telling me this...why?"

"Out of practicality, and out of a wish to secure something for my workers."

"You care for them?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.

"As much as one should."

"And beyond, if you're being honest with me."

The dark-skinned orc shrugged his shoulders, but Dusk could tell that there was something else there, something that spoke of a deeper connection between the orc and the sex demons of the onsen. A demon Lord Ornar Onsen might have been, but there were decent demons, and Dusk seemed to be finding them.

"You want a good deal from me for them, and you know that I appreciate directness," the cat said. "Then let's be direct. What would you like from me?"

"You want a list, my lord?"

"How else can I quote you a price?"

"Heh..."

They smiled at one another. For all that he enjoyed his powers, Dusk could already see the potential of the deal here. With the help of the Lust demons, he would have a backing that would allow him to face off against other factions. It wouldn't be enough to stave off Armageddon, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it would be enough to make a start, to begin whatever he needed to do to unify Hell beneath him.

The deal that Lord Diel had offered him, the marriage contract that would secure the Throne of Hell for himself and allow the demon the chance to rule it in his stead, was still in the back of his mind. It had been vaguely tempting at the time, but now? Now, it was just a guarantee of a trap, something to hold him down, to expand someone else's power at the cost of his own.

No, he had something else here, a way to build himself up without losing anything of his own.

Hopefully.

"Well, then. The way that I see it, Lord von Doom, there are two choices."

"Yes?"

"The demons of the onsen must feed. That will mean that either they need to go to the mortal world - and there are ways for you to allow that - and find someone to feed off of, or they need to feed off of you as you use them. One by one, you might be able to bring them the ease that they need to continue living.

"If you can do the latter, then that means that you would have at least two and a half weeks between each orgy, longer if the wolves continue to hold out against the insanity that waits in the hunger. That would mean that you would be rather intimately connected to the demons of the onsen, and they would know you, and you personally, were responsible for all the relief that they felt."

Dusk nodded, having been considering that. It would be very pleasurable, for sure, but it would mean a massive investiture of time and effort, something that he couldn't always be sure that he would have. It was possible, of course, but it was also rather unlikely, particularly in the short term. Mercy was on his ass regularly about this, and he doubted that she'd be stopping anytime soon.

"And the alternative?"

"The alternative would be the portals," Lord Onsen said, shaking his head. "It would mean that you open them a minimum of weekly, but I would suggest that you do it closer to daily. For one onsen - mine - that would mean a relatively low level of effort and power, and it would mean that my demons would not need to feed as heavily at once. They could take their time, enjoy themselves, and we would be less of an immediate threat whenever the portals were opened."

"It would be more of a donation, and less a vampiric fight."

"Yes, that would be a good way of looking at it."

"Hmm..."

Neither idea was free from risk. The latter would expose what he was doing to Mercy far quicker than just coming to Hell for a bit of fun. She would see what he was doing, and then she would likely take it up with her father. That could easily lead to something worse happening on Earth, perhaps even something extreme enough to make opening portals difficult. That said, it would also free him up to do what he wanted without having to tend to the demons directly, doing nothing but fucking them and leaving his other plans to languish until he had finished.

On the other hand, coming down to Hell would mean that he had a chance to calm down away from Mercy, and being in a different plane of existence had already done wonders for his mental state, knowing that she would not be able to come down here without being weakened tremendously. She wouldn't take that risk, not when she knew that he had every reason to see her kicked back to Heaven. That was a relief in and of itself. Having an army of incubi that were completely loyal to him out of both need and personal gratitude was a good feeling, too, and it made the first option that much more tempting.

The downside, of course, was time. He had no idea how long it would take him to fuck them all, or how long the actual relief would stay. Two and a half weeks between 'treatments' sounded like a lot for two individuals, but he didn't know how many demons that Lord Onsen alone had in this particular brothel, let alone what the other brothels had across the realms of Lust.

Two weeks might not be enough time to fuck them all here, let alone through all the realms.

He might have to combine the ideas, much as he hated it. The exercise of energy, the threat of exposure, the wasted time...

But by paying that cost, he would have an army. An army that was there for him, for him alone, and that...

That was useful. That was needed.

Dusk tapped his chin as if he was considering his options, though he had already decided that he'd have to do it regardless. The orc was silent, unsurprisingly. The cat knew that his new acquaintance had made his case, and anything further would weaken the Lust demon's already weak position.

"Tell me."

Dusk looked up, smiling.

"What did you think was in Lord Diel's manor?"

"We are on the same page, then?"

"I think that we are."

"The Diels have had more...interesting arrangements with the devil than many, and they often had 'sport' in their manor that many other demons were not quite able to procure. They used this power, lorded it, and only the devil was able to bring them down a peg or two. We imagine that our former lord had a certain lack of leverage over them that he had over most of the rest of Hell, and considering his unique powers..."

"Yes. I thought as much."

"We thought that, perhaps, there would be a chance to find them and make use of the portal, or at the very least, show the rest of Hell how they were profiting at the expense of the rest of us."

"At the expense of the rest of you? How's that?"

"They have sold mortals in Hell in the past. It's a trade that's gone on for a long time, though with my people as the primary buyers, with our hungers. Often, we are outbid by those that wish to torture them, or play with them. Occasionally, we are able to buy one to sate ourselves, but, as I said..."

"Yes, the weakening."

"Which means less to barter with. We are kept weak by the trade, and so are the others that might challenge the Diel family."

"Hmmm...now isn't that interesting..."

Dusk filed that away. It was something that he might bring up with the patriarch of the family if they ever made contact again, and he looked forward to seeing the look on the big demon's face when he showed just what he had found out. He imagined that it would be quite amusing.

Getting to his feet, Dusk gestured behind him, inflicting his will of Sloth on the chair. It no longer held together, too tired and lazy to maintain its structure, and it fell to pieces, falling to the floor in chunks.

"I will consider your offer."

"Then allow me to make your considerations comfortable. I have a private part of the onsen set aside for...special guests. Allow me to make it available to you."

"I would appreciate that. I've had a hard time of late."

"I imagine you have had a 'devil' of a time. Here...follow me. And your fallen angel, will he -"

"Seraph may have his own place to relax. I need to be alone for a time. Alone...and then with comfort."

The private part of the onsen was as comfortable as he had imagined it would be. The water was just short of painful to the touch, warm and bubbling, and the rocks were heated as well, allowing him to warm his feet as he walked to the edge of the spring.

As he sat down, he looked up at the skies again. Red and dark, with black clouds on the horizon that streaked with silent lightning. The thunder, if there was such a thing down here in Hell, didn't actually reach his ears. Instead, all he saw were the streaks of light, and it was oddly soothing to his eyes.

As he slid down, his legs meeting the water followed by his hips, he allowed the heat to seep into his bones, taking away the tension in the muscles around them, relaxing all the clenched feelings that he'd been holding onto for the last week. There was something about the bubbles that passed through the water, almost like they were carrying hints of demonic corruption with them, and he allowed that through his aura. It reinforced him, rejuvenated him, energized him.

Perhaps there was something to being in Hell that he had missed, something that the soul of the devil required to be at full strength. If so, then it was a doubly good thing that he had responded to the invitation to come and visit. He needed this strength if he was to succeed with his plans.

He lowered his head back against the stones, looking down at a gift pack that Lord Onsen had left him. The box was filled with different bits of indulgences, from a small bottle of sake to a carton of different cigarettes that he had never seen before. Three bells were beside the little snacks that were included in the box, and he imagined that each bell summoned a different demon for his pleasures.

For now, he took one of the cigarettes. He slapped the pack against his hand for a few seconds, settling whatever herbs they used, and then pulled one free. There was no lighter, but he didn't need one. A little ball of flame appeared in the air in front of him, offering him a chance to light it. He smiled, tapping the end of the fire, and then breathed in.

The heated fire of the smoke running down his throat was just as potent as ever, but there was no coughing from this cigarette. Instead, there was a bubbling energy that came with it, a throb that went from his mouth down to his dick. His shaft twitched idly in the water, but he didn't pay it any attention. Not just yet, at least.

The cat leaned back, letting the cigarette hang from the side of his mouth as he just breathed in and out, savoring the smoke, the heat, everything. It was a moment of stillness, something that he hadn't realized that he needed so much. Everything had been chaotic since the moment that he had gotten his powers, and it was only going to get worse.

Yet, for all that, this was giving him some assurance that he could make it through. That he knew, on some level, what he was doing.

The other demons aren't going to know what hit them, Dusk thought to himself, taking another puff of the cigarette. The Diels are going to be expecting me to jump for Pride or for them, but this...

This would be an unexpected move, one that reached for the least popular but most numerous members of Hell, as far as he understood. The lustful creatures of these realms had been pushed down to the bottom of society by the devil, but this devil would bring them up.

And they would remember that he had.

Dusk took another puff, trying to think through things slowly. If he did this, he had to do it right.

First, secure this onsen. If I can get all of the demons here sated, then we have a baseline to work with, and two and a half weeks between any new breakdowns and the rest of the onsen losing it, he thought. That will give me time to prepare for dealing with the rest of them, and they'll be able to brace for it, to some extent.

And that would give him time to plan how to expand his power base with the Lust demons, and how he could deal with Lord Diel.

Hiding something from me...hiding everything from me, for that matter, he thought, taking the cigarette from his mouth. He has all these resources, but he pretends that I'm the one giving him gifts, that I am the one that he needs to appease. No, he just needs to control me...

Dusk hadn't forgotten the spell that had been active during that orgy between him, the family patriarch, and the two incubi. It had been done as a means of trying to seize control of him, to corrupt him through his ass. It meant that the big guy had been seeking a way to have his hooks in deep, right from the start.

Little does he know that I'm watching him...

With all that was going on, he didn't know when he would have the time to really slap down the Diel family. He knew that he would have to, eventually. The last devil hadn't, and it had resulted in this power imbalance in Hell. The demons of Pride were angry at being disrespected, the demons of Lust were starving, and the Diels had become something more powerful than they had any right to be due to their access to the mortal world.

If he closed that portal, though...

One step at a time, Dusk told himself, puffing the cigarette down to ash before putting it in the ashtray beside him. One step at a time, or you'll skip something important.

As he sipped the sake, the black cat could feel his cock throbbing from the combination of relaxing water and the burning smoke in his lungs. He breathed out slowly, strands of black rather than gray leaving his lips, and he shook his head at the display. One more reason that Hell was better; it was more theatrical.

He looked back at the box. The three bells were all labeled with demonic names, but each one had a different artistic representation of their skills along the bottom of the bells. One showed a mouth that bobbed slowly, obviously a demon that was good with their muzzle. Another showed a rump that was backing up gently, pressing down, and he imagined that one was good with their ass. The third, surprisingly, showed them as something more ethereal, and his interest was piqued.

Ringing the third bell, Dusk looked around for the demon to appear. They did not...at first.

Then, he felt the gentle touch of something between his legs.

The cat looked down, cocking his head to the side as something rose from the bubbles of the hot spring, rising up through the water until its head broke the surface. He was surprised to find an orca, thick and broad across the shoulders, looking down at him.

"I am happy to have been summoned, Lord von Doom."

"You are...unexpected."

"And I will continue to do the unexpected, provided that I am allowed."

"I encourage it."

"Thank you, sir."

The orca smiled, and he watched with some surprise as the beast started to shift in shape, losing some of the hard black and white features to become more transparent. It took him a moment to realize that the orca was melding with the water of the hot spring, becoming something more elemental.

Very interesting...

And very pleasurable. As the orca turned to water, the spring began to touch him, massage him. It was no longer merely bubbling around him, but pressing against him with hands and fingers and tongues of firmer water. No less water, but more directed, more forceful. He felt the massaging fingers of a hundred skilled hands moving down his spine and legs, and could feel the soft touch of lapping tongues between his toes. They ran across his body, worshipful and respectful, and he groaned under his breath as his cock rose yet further.

Eventually, the thick shaft broke the surface of the water, and the same tongues that had touched him down between his toes reached for his shaft. They were everywhere, licking, stroking, lapping at his cock in impossible ways.

His balls were likewise worshiped, giving him stimulation that the cat had never quite imagined. The water itself seemed to worship him, and the black-furred feline chuckled to himself as he looked down at it.

You are mine, he thought.

The reality around him rippled, just as it had done when he was looking at Lord Onsen, and the water seemed to tremble. Dusk took it as a good sign, and pushed further, pulling at his will as he looked at the hot spring. He stood up, feeling the water running along his body as he walked towards the deepest part.

You...are...mine...

The water trembled, alright, as if it responded to how the demon within it felt. He thrust forward, and he felt the water go still for a moment.

"Yes...you feel it...you know who you worship. You know who you serve. Let it fill you, now...let yourself feel that hunger, that lust of mine...Let it feed you...let yourself be properly satisfied, for the first time..."

The water churned, and he knew that he had said exactly what needed saying. This demon would be quick to inform the others, when they were done. They would know just who offered them survival...

The End

Summary: Lord Onsen takes the time to inform Dusk what is going on, and why the various invitations have been popping in. It seems that the demons of Lust are rather desperate at the moment...

Tags: M/M, cat, demon, bull, orc, orca, onsen, hot springs, nudity, throne, lore, worldbuilding, oral, tentacles, teasing, domination, politics, series, fantasy, magic,