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The Devil May Care

Part 17

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon

Dusk stewed in his own mortal annoyances for nearly an hour before he reminded himself that there were things that needed to be taken care of. The fact that there were still other brothels and houses of Lust demons that needed to be brought under his banner was a real concern, but he also had to deal with Lord Onsen. The orc had been very patient while waiting for an answer to his requests, and Dusk wanted to keep that good will. Rather than push through and control, he wanted to see Lord Ornar Onsen give his loyalty willingly, happily if he could manage it.

The black cat waved his hand, and one of the many invisible demons that wandered around the hot springs immediately appeared. This one was vaguely orc-ish itself, looking like a dirty emerald as it emerged into the visible spectrum.

"What do you wish, Lord von Doom?"

"Summon for me Lord Onsen. I wish to speak with him."

"Yes, sir, right away."

And just like that, the orc disappeared. He hadn't been fully orc-ish, Dusk supposed. He lacked the tusks, and while he had the right body-type, he was also taller and a bit thicker than the orcs usually were. An oni, perhaps? He didn't really care, as long as the message was delivered to the appropriate person.

He shook his head, gesturing to the water once more. Another sigil, another rune, and a pleasurable sight appeared before him. The black cat chuckled to himself as he saw what his fallen angel had been up to.

Seraph, you are quickly becoming something far different to what you started as, he thought as he watched the bull indulging himself with some of the demons of the onsen. It wasn't what he had quite expected to see, but he supposed that he had underestimated the perversions that were lingering within the bull.

He'd also underestimated the size that a rabbit could be, he supposed, considering that the bull was indulging himself with a lapine demon that was very nearly his own size. Certainly quite large between the legs.

I wonder if this was what he has fantasized over before, Dusk thought to himself, leaning his arms around the border of the hot spring and letting the steam settle into his limbs as he watched. Not what I would have pegged him for, but hey, everyone has their own things.

The bull had apparently ordered 'room service', and had received a rabbit on a platter. The rabbit in question was red-furred, with his cock throbbing hard and resting against a platter of meats and greens, sliding through a salad and occasionally throbbing against the greenery. The bull was gently stroking along the rabbit's arms and shoulders, and the rabbit leaned up to lick against the bull's dripping nipples. It was surprisingly erotic, particularly when Seraph started to lower his head to the rabbit's cock.

He smiled, reaching down and rubbing his own shaft a few times to the show as the bull started sucking, licking along that throbbing rabbit dick. It was clear that there was plenty of eagerness on Seraph's side, the bull dragging his tongue all the way from those meaty balls up to the tip of the shaft, drawing out a rather naughty 'vinaigrette' onto the leaves, and he chuckled to himself as the bull alternated between teasing that shaft and eating the salad that he had been given.

"Seraph, Seraph..."

The bull looked up for a moment as Dusk spoke his name, and the black cat shook his head. He hadn't meant to call out in summons, and he had to remember that here in Hell, his powers were magnified further than they were in the mortal world. What he did would have greater effects. He closed his mouth, focusing more on the feeling of his dick and the sight before him than anything else.

As Seraph returned to his pleasures, Dusk pulled the 'camera' back a bit, looking at the bull from behind. He had definitely turned into someone that was well-worth keeping, and not just for the loyalty that he had or the debauchery that he was willing to go through. Marked as he was, corrupted as he had become, Seraph was willing to do literally anything that Dusk asked. He could have turned the bull into a full-on cow, and the fallen angel would have found a way to be aroused by it. That in and of itself was something that was worth keeping in a servant, considering how much he had to fight the rest of the world.

But it was more than that. It was...something precious, in a way. The bull had come down in hopes of making things better for him, and though it had taken corruption and the power of the devil to really open Seraph's eyes, it was completely clear that the bull still cared as much as he had while he had been an angel. He was not a mortal, not a devil, but a fallen angel, and the fallen still cared.

And he has one hell of an ass, too. That helps.

Dusk chuckled as he watched those cheeks clench, knowing that the big, muscular bull was going to be taking that rabbit demon's dick in a little while. Perhaps once the rest of his meal had been properly 'sauced', he would go from eating to indulging.

In the meantime, the black cat just enjoyed the oral show, moving the camera of his spell around so that he could see it from every single angle possible. The bull's lips were often spread wide around that thick rabbit cock, only pulling off to let some of that pre-cum out over the food on the platter the rabbit laid on.

Seraph shifted his position a bit, moving so that the rabbit demon was straddling more of the plate, his cock hanging down so that it was pointed right at the meat cuts that were further along the platter. The bull moved around, spreading the rabbit's ass cheeks, getting right at the pucker between them. One long lick, and a single string of pre-cum began to fall.

"Lord von Doom."

Dusk turned from the show to the orc that had just showed his face. He smiled at the dark-skinned lord of the onsen, nodding to the stones beside him. Lord Onsen sat down, his large feet parting the water's surface and dangling in the heated water as he got comfortable.

"You wished to speak with me?" he said.

"Yes. I have a proposition for you."

"I assumed that you might, after you had spent a bit of time thinking. You looked like someone that would prefer to make his own deals than accept others."

"Heh, you'd be right about that."

He shook his head. The power of setting your own terms was a real one, and it made it much easier to move forward when he had picked what he wanted to do instead of just choosing what others offered him.

"There are a lot of brothel houses in the realm of Lust, aren't there?" he asked.

"About 666 of them, yes, Lord von Doom."

"Seraph mentioned that. Yours was the last invitation to appear."

"I believed that it would do my cause justice to appear on top of the pile."

Dusk chuckled. He hadn't thought of it that way, but he supposed that was about what had happened. So many different invitations, and Lord Onsen's had been the one to come in last, the one that had stood out by the simple virtue of not being buried under all the rest. Perhaps the orc was even smarter than he looked.

"Well, of that, how many of them are on the verge of starvation?"

"All of them."

"All?"

"The former devil did not do much to keep us on his side. He merely made it so that we had every reason to obey, lest our food source be taken away. Several Houses were kept alive by his personal attentions, his personal lusts, but that was hardly a way for them to keep power among the rest of us. Others made deals, buying mortals off of the demons that were able to go to the mortal world while we were forced to stay here. It makes for...difficult relationships when there are some with means and others without."

"I assumed it was bad, but I didn't know it was that bad."

"It's why I was willing to offer you as much as I was, Lord von Doom," the orc said, shaking his head and adjusting the front of his jockstrap. "It's not like there was a great deal of pride involved, but there was a certain amount. There always is when you're talking about surrendering yourself to someone else."

"I can understand that," he muttered, looking down at the water. "There's always that worry, isn't it? That you might not get what you want, and that you can't get out of it once that deal is made."

It was one of many reasons that he refused to even think about dealing with Mercy directly. Even if he could lie to her - and there were plenty of reasons to think that she would immediately be able to tell if he was trying to deceive her - there were other reasons to keep himself away from her, and no reasons to deal with her more directly than he already had.

If he made a mistake, he would be bound forever, and he'd never be able to get out of it. He had every understanding of why Lord Onsen, and many other demons, were holding back.

"Then let me tell you what I was thinking," Dusk said.

"Before or after your servant gets his filling?"

Dusk glanced back at the show. Seraph had gone from sucking off the big rabbit to getting fucked by him, and the black cat groaned as he realized that he'd missed the 'saucing' that had been being worked up to. The food was completely covered in a thick load of rabbit cum, leaving the cuts of meat quite a bit more 'sauced' than they had been. He rolled his eyes, waving his hand through the spell and dismissing it for the moment. He had other concerns that he needed to think about.

"Now, I think."

"Heh. I have other spells active throughout the onsen. If you wish to see what had happened later, you may, of course."

"Thanks for that. I might take you up on it."

Dusk shook his head, looking out on the horizons. The different parts of the realm of Lust seemed to be rather distant from one another, but then again, this was just one of them, and it was floating in the middle of this strange realm. Perhaps all the different brothel Houses owned different islands like this, and they had their guests come to them, where they had power and control, where the strength of their House masters could be bolstered by their own territories. They'd be unlikely to war with one another with a lack of power, for certain.

It would also explain why none of the other Houses had come to him here at the brothel, he supposed. They were not willing to invade someone else's territory when they were already at a loss, when they didn't have the energy that they needed to actually do anything of effect.

It explains a lot, really.

Shaking his head, he forced himself back on track.

"You've offered me a great deal, and you've proven that you are willing to control yourself. And so have your employees," Dusk said. "I've been most pleased with all of them. Particularly you."

"Heh, me, sir?"

"Yes. You have a marvelous ass, and there's been few that could match it. I'd have to really think and consider it to be sure, but you might actually have the best one that I've ever used."

"Well, if that's the case, then I am most grateful to have been of such spectacular service, Lord von Doom."

"Yes, well, you may not be quite so grateful in a moment. You have aroused my interest, and that does not fade quickly."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Like I said, a deal."

He rubbed his hands together as he pulled himself up, seating himself on the heated rocks rather than the water. His cock hung over his thigh, his balls dangling down to the warm rocks from all the heat. Gesturing out to the onsen proper, he continued.

"I've been very impressed by your operation, and by the care that you show your people. Therefore, I'm offering you a very exclusive deal. In exchange for me fucking all of your employees - and I do mean, all of them - I will take you and yours under my wing. You will be mine. All of House Onsen will be mine, as whores and submissives. You will belong to me."

"That...is a fine deal, Lord von Doom, but we have offered that to you."

"I'm not finished."

"Ah. Of course not."

"In return for that, I offer you a secondary boon."

"...Go on," the orc said.

"I will take your brothel House and put it in a pocket space, halfway between here and the realm of mortals. You will maintain your connection with Hell and the strength that it offers you, but you will be able to step into the mortal world with ease. Those that are marked by me - those that have been fucked by me and taken service under my wing and banner - will be able to step through into the mortal world as easily as they might walk through a door here."

The expression on Lord Onsen's face was just what he had expected. Dusk knew that it would be a massive undertaking; moving someone from one world to another was far easier than shifting a chunk of one world and turning it into a bridge of sorts. The onsen would remain partially in Hell, but serve as a connector between this world and the mortal one, almost becoming a portal in and of itself.

But it was more complicated than that. It also involved blending and merging the onsen with a piece of the mortal world, and yet at the same time, keeping it lodged between the two worlds. It effectively meant that there had to be three onsens in one, each one different from the others, yet similar enough to actually remain connected and bonded as the same object. It was doable, but even the theoretical applications of it would mean that he would be spending a massive amount of energy creating it.

However, it would mean that there was no way that Mercy would be tracking it. Not right away, at least; there'd be no sudden rush of energy in the mortal world that would indicate a portal being opened, nor any sudden explosion of power that would unveil his budding force. She would be blind to it, with any luck.

More to the point, he could tell by the way that the orc looked at him that he had sealed the loyalty of Lord Onsen and his House basically for eternity. If the devil had ever offered anything close to this, then it had already been eclipsed. Dusk smiled.

"And I'm not even done yet."

"Lord von Doom. I...hesitate to ask what else you can add to this. I doubt that my people will ever be able to pay it back, or even live up to our side of the deal, if you have other terms to add."

Dusk smiled. He had hoped for this sort of reaction, all things considered. He was heaping honor after honor onto the orc, and that meant that there had to be some hidden trick to the deal, as far as Lord Onsen was concerned, though the orc was being very polite about it. Having an intelligent underling was something that he had hoped to achieve, and he was clearly getting it here.

The thing was, he wasn't planning on heaping on more than he had already gained. He wanted to have obedient underlings, and that meant that they needed to be properly rewarded for everything that they were doing. He planned to ask a great deal of them, possibly even to go to war - though he hoped to avoid that - and if he had anything less than the most loyal of subordinates, then they would never do it.

Dusk reached out and patted the orc on the thigh.

"I ask only for obedience and for loyalty. I think that you can give me that."

"...I'm starting to see that you are thinking further in the future than I had originally thought."

"How far do you think I'm looking?"

"Past Armageddon."

"You're not wrong."

"Even the old devil never thought that he would go past that."

"He never had the chance to see the world as I did."

There were too many things that would be lost if they actually fought, but the possibility of Heaven just rolling over them and establishing their own style of life on the planet above was something that he would not stand. He would fight against Mercy if he had to, but for now...

For now, he was still in the preparing phase. He didn't want to fight a war, but he had to know that if he did, he had people that were willing to stand with him.

And as loyal as Ornar was, he knew that he needed more than Lord Onsen and his House. Which was where this next part came in.

"In addition to giving you that link, I am putting out this second condition. Anyone else, any House, any additional demon in the realm of Lust, may gain the right to cross over to the mortal world once a day by swearing loyalty to your House."

"...Lord...von Doom..."

There it was. Not just admiration, not just concern, but genuine adoration. In one fell swoop, he had given Lord Onsen the chance to not just save his demonic House, but become the preeminent ruler of the realm of Lust, second only to the black cat in power. It would mean that the other brothel Houses would be forced to come to the orc if they wanted to survive, if they wanted to take part in the growing power that was going to be coming through the portals to the demonic realm.

Anyone that refused out of pride or hate would find themselves slowly dying off, their whores slowly losing strength until they were next to useless, unable to do anything for their heads of Houses. They would be worthless, dead in the water, and their House would wither on the vine.

They would have to come to Lord Onsen, pledge obedience, and become the orc's property. And in return, they would become Dusk's, a step removed. He would have an entire realm of Hell under his control, and then he would be able to move on the others, gradually pulling them under his umbrella step by step.

It was a plan that he had never imagined he would be able to pull off, but with the time that he had spent here, he had seen the possibilities. The former devil had fucked Hell to a horrible extent, but he could start pulling it back together again. There were enormous possibilities for a better world here.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Lord Onsen, wondering if he was gauging the other man correctly. The shocked expression, the watery eyes, the hunger in his aura: they all proved that Dusk had guessed correctly.

"Is it a deal then, Lord Onsen?"

"I don't know if I can ever live up to my end."

"I told you what you have to do."

"I know. It's still...a lot."

"But you will do it?"

"...Heh." The orc smiled. "I don't have a choice, do I?"

"In reality, no. But I want to hear you say it, anyway."

"You claimed me. You took the first step when you first arrived, putting your seed in me and overwhelming me...I didn't even realize it until now."

Dusk smiled to himself. He hadn't been planning on a full coup or takeover at the time, but he had to admit, it had been too good an opportunity to waste. He had managed to take the head of the demonic House right then and there, and he had been leaving that alone while he considered where to go next. However, it was something that he was, again, quite happy to see. Lord Onsen was no fool.

The orc pulled his legs from the hot spring, turning in place until he could properly bow. He brought his head down to the hot stones, his tusks dragging against the rock for a moment as he adjusted his position. He was on all fours, but his body was flat to the ground, his words coming quietly.

"I swear to you, Lord von Doom."

"And your House?"

"They will follow."

"You swear on all that you care for, on all that is important to you, that you will follow me, obey me, and adore me?"

"I am compelled to. By your power, and by your generosity."

"Then rise, Lord Onsen. Rise in power and lust."

The orc did as he was told, moving from bowing to kneeling, his legs under him, his thick thighs pressed together under a bulge that was rapidly growing. The thought of spreading those legs and putting that ass in its place was more than a little tempting, and he very nearly gave in to that temptation. He certainly knew that it was quite possible that the orc was hoping that he would do that.

Instead, he put that to the side. He focused on the power of Lust, on the sin of it, and delved into the power of the devil once more. The Wrath was there, yes, but it was secondary now, secondary and in the background compared to how he felt with the great and powerful orc demon on his knees. He pulled at the sin of Lust, and with it, conjured a collar similar to the ones that Andrew and Peter wore. Gray in color, with leather and metal working in tandem to create a theme of chains and pleasure, it was a simple but powerful statement.

"Then take this, and wear it proudly."

Lord Onsen bowed his head, much like a knight that was due to be dubbed to power. Dusk smiled, undoing the collar and then pulling it tight around the orc's dark flesh.

It sealed to the orc's neck as soon as it made contact, the power of the band sealing it to the flesh and making it so that it could never be removed. Only someone of his power or greater could do that, now that the deal had been made. He had completely bound the orc to him.

And it made him feel good.

His cock throbbed as it rose from his thigh, throbbing and twitching with eager need. He wanted to take the orc now, wanted to take him and throw him to the ground, rut that ass and remind him who was in charge...

But that was not possible. Not now. Not when he was still due to complete his deal and bring the onsen to the mortal world. He needed time for that, and that time had to start now, otherwise he would be focused on fucking for far too long. He couldn't neglect his other whores, not when they were so loyal to him.

Even Arnis, for all his faults, needed to be watched over. He remembered how the bear had been rather pissy about not coming down here, but he knew that the Wrath demon would be doing his job, looking after the others. Doing everything that he could, even with the power of Mercy pushing at him. He had faith in the demon.

And he had rage against Mercy. He could feel the anger at the tigress rising again, and he forced himself to let go of the power of the devil. It was becoming almost painful to the touch again, and he knew that something was going to have to be sorted out there. If he kept this up, he would soon lose his ability to use the power of the devil at all. Whatever was happening, he would make it a priority to sort it out as soon as he was back in the mortal world.

As Lord Onsen smiled, showing all those tusks, Dusk patted him on the shoulder.

"Tell your people."

"They feel it already."

"Heh, I imagine that they do, but tell them anyway. They should learn why they're so happy."

"I suppose."

"And when they're done, organize a list. I want to know who I'll be fucking, and when."

"That's a good idea."

"See to it."

"Yes, Lord von Doom. Yes, Master."

The echo of the word 'master' made his cock throb all the harder, and he knew that the word was not meant lightly. He had been given ownership of a demonic House, and that meant as much as sitting on the Throne of Hell. The throne could command a house to do something, could try and force it, but he had the loyalty given freely. It was a hundred times stronger, and a hundred times better.

He wondered, however, how long it would be before the other realms knew what was going on, and who would be most offended.

Selene? Unlikely. She seems to be rather hands-off, keeping an eye on what is going to happen. As long as I don't make a move towards Pride, she will keep herself at a distance. Brutus, however...

That boar was gluttonous to a fault, embodying everything that was powerful, and everything that was weak, about that particular vice. He was mono-focused to an extreme, believing that he had the power to take what he wanted. He had the drive, for sure...but not the brains.

That was why he hadn't bothered to take that connection further. If he pushed Brutus, if he took ownership of him, he would have to oversee that demon constantly. The boar would be making mistakes, rookie mistakes, and he would have to be the one that took care to fix them.

No, better to allow him to just sit this out, to pretend that he had a plan that would give him power. The boar would be brought to heel, eventually.

But if he found out about this...

The stag watched as Dusk got to his feet, beginning to cast the magic that would fulfill his promise. The demon couldn't believe it, could hardly believe the evidence before his very eyes.

It works...it really works...

He had heard rumors that he hadn't bothered to report to Brutus, to Lord Diel, but to see the proof of it now was something that he had never expected. He thought that, perhaps, he might see that there was something greater here than Lord Onsen had been telling the rest of the Houses, but this...

He can bring us to the world above...

The hunger in the stag's guts was never-ending, and the churning in his balls likewise. He wanted to rut, wanted to fuck. The mortal that they had been given by Lord Diel had lasted perhaps six hours before expiring, hardly enough to give his House what was needed to live for a few more days. The fact that they were out and about, on other Houses' territories, meant that they were losing even that much.

There's a way out...

A way out of this horrible existence. A way out of the deal that they had made with the Diels. They could stop just surviving. They could live again.

The stag clenched his fists as he realized that they finally had a choice. They had been operating under the power of Gluttony, doing whatever horrible thing was asked of them for centuries just to be able to keep themselves on the brink of death rather than passing over to the other side. His cock throbbed so hard that it hurt on a daily basis, and his hole felt like it was the gaping chasm that swallowed up anything that came by. Nothing satisfied; everything only provided a passing relief.

He whimpered even then, crossing his arms over his stomach and his middle, feeling everything begging him to attack that cat, to leap through the thin boundaries and make a claim on the devil. It would feel so good, and it would make him feel better, even if only for a few seconds.

No, no...

The duty to watch and the duty to his House warred with one another. Lord Diel would give much for the information that he had just gotten, to know that this von Doom was going to tie a House of Lust to the mortal world.

Yet, at the same time, it would give him much power and prestige if his House was the first to tie themselves to Lord Onsen.

The first...the first through with them...

Just thinking of having that free access to mortals, to be able to take his time, to not just scavenge but to feast, made him whimper in fear and need. The sound was almost enough to be heard, because the black cat turned, looking around towards the barrier. The stag covered his mouth, his other hand helplessly drawn down to his cock, forcibly made to stroke it.

Nnngh...

He could be better. They could be better. All he had to do was break the deal with the Diels, and they would be allowed...

Yet, as soon as he thought it, he felt the pressure of that bargain. That push, that fear that came when he thought of the boar. His aura almost ripped itself apart right then and there, and he was barely able to pull himself back together again. He was on the verge of losing it. He needed something, anything.

The stag trembled as he brought his other hand down to his ass, almost fisting himself right then and there, filling his hole with three fingers, four, five, shoving them in as he fucked his hand. His aura was keeping him invisible, but only barely.

He would kill me. In two seconds, the boar would kill me.

And in one second, the second Satan would give him the safety that he needed.

I have the surety of food from the Diels...as long as I do my job...

And the second Satan would give him and his own enough to do more than survive. More than one mortal a week for the entire House. It'd be three mortals a day for everyone in it, at least. There were billions of them in the world above, billions.

He could feel the pressure in the distance growing. Brutus had always been sensitive to the deals that he made, and to the terms of the contracts that he put on others. The stag had to make a choice, and he had to make it now.

"You're watching me."

The cat's voice cut through his fear, and the stag gasped as the black-furred feline turned around, looking right into his eyes.

"You want this? Come to me."

He could hardly believe it, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open. What little control he had of his aura was lost, and he turned visible again, floating just outside of the onsen, just outside of the physical matter that made up the floating realm of debauchery before him. Dusk, the new devil, the second Satan, reached out a hand.

"Come to me."

There was an offer and a command in that voice, and it was...filled with pleasure. Once, perhaps, if he had been stronger, the stag might have been able to resist it. Once, when he was more afraid of Diel, he might have been able to run and do something else.

But this time, he fell to it.

The stag dropped from where he floated, landing on the hot stones. The black cat pulled him close, rubbing along his back. The gentle fingers were soon forcibly pressing down on his ass cheeks, and the Lust demon groaned, then gasped as he was suddenly filled from behind, his tail lifted and his cheeks parted.

"Come to me...and let me show you what you're missing..."

The End

Summary: Dusk comes to a plan for what to do with the onsen while he enjoys the amenities.

Tags: M/M, M/solo, series, fantasy, modern fantasy, demons, politics, cat, orc, bull, rabbit, stag, nudity, jockstrap, masturbation, oral, anal, blowjob, food, hot spring, onsen, hell, spying, weak, master/slave, dom/sub, pre-cum,