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The Devil May Care

Part 34

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon

Dusk hopped onto the nose of the plane as soon as Arnis told him that they were sixty seconds out, smiling despite himself as the wind rushed by him on either side. He could never have flown this fast, not without the aid of the devil's aura and a great deal of extra power to propel him along, but he could easily withstand the pressure of flying at such speeds. He leaned forward against the wind, staring at the tower as it came closer and closer. It rose on the horizon, a rift between the dimensions of the mortal world and Hell itself, and he could feel the call of its power the closer that he came.

One day, perhaps, it might be the means by which demons passed in and out of the world, the one conduit that he could control and ensure nobody tried to break the rules the way that Brutus Diel did. Until then, it was the home of the lust demons, and he was half-sure that he could feel them calling him home.

Well, time to greet them appropriately.

Bending down slightly, he bunched up his leg muscles and then kicked. The plane slowed at the same time, and he was launched forward at several times the speed of sound. His eyes blurred ever so slightly, but he saw where he was aiming. A balcony jutted out about halfway down the building, a place where he had set up a viewing platform for those that liked to show off (or those that he believed needed to be shown off) and he shot towards it like a black bolt of lightning.

The crash of his landing would have broken mortal building materials. As it stood, it made the balcony shiver, trembling from the impact, but it held. Barely, but it held.

He stood up slowly, looking at the gathered lust demons. They must have been in the middle of an orgy with how many had their dicks buried in holes and how many of them were naked, aroused, and showing off. Some he recognized from his visit to Ornar's brothel, while others were unfamiliar, probably from parts of the brothel he hadn't seen.

Smiling at all of them, he turned in place, looking from one to another. They all seemed eager, their eyes flicking up and down his body, and through his connection with the sin of lust, he could feel them hungering for him. For his touch. For his cock.

He smiled, taking a step forward, and they bowed. Those that were quick-thinking turned, showing off their asses as they bowed to him, while others were only able to lower their heads in respect. The smell of cock, musk, sweat, and sex was strong in the air, and he chuckled as he looked between them.

"You all come for your chance to feel satisfied, for once?" he asked.

They nodded, never quite bringing their eyes up. They were waiting for him, for once. Knowing that they wanted him, that they were subservient to him to the point of letting him make the choice of what he wanted, who he wanted, and how he wanted them, was another little power trip. His cock twitched in his pants, making a little tent. Well, not so little, not after what Ornar had been doing, but a little more of a tent.

He looked between them, wondering what would be the most satisfying. There was marvelous variety, particularly among the demonic felines. He spotted several that could have been rather pleasurable. There was a lean lion whose mane had been shaved, allowing for various handholds on the side of the neck while fucking his throat. There was a tabby cat, one that was big-assed and jiggly, certainly someone that was used to taking it up the ass.

But then there was something different, something wilder, something a little more confident.

A black-furred puma stood out among the cats, one that had muscles that bulged ever so slightly along his back and between his shoulder blades. Dusk cocked his head to the side as he looked the big, black cat over, looking down his sides, over his thighs, down his legs to his claws and then back up again. There was not an imperfection to be found, which was not that surprising, but more to the point, there were no scars, no hunger marks, nothing that showed that the cat might have been less than excellent at his job.

There was something to the puma's pose, too, something that made him seem like he was a little bit better at this than the others. Even with the hurry to one's knees, the puma had managed to get in a position that showed off his ass, his cock, and his muscles all at once. Nothing went to waste, everything getting the chance to shine in the low light of the Hellspire. He cocked his head to the side as he looked down to see that throbbing cock, and he smiled slightly to himself.

"You want to show off, don't you?" Dusk asked.

"Mmmm, you know it, baby."

"You think that you can be good enough for me?"

"Oh, baby, we both know I can be the best. Come on, gimme a chance, and I'll rock your world."

"Heh, I suppose that you could give it a try. You certainly have the confidence, if nothing else."

He snapped his fingers, and the other demons got the picture, darting away. Their auras were pulled in tight out of respect to him, and they kept themselves to the edges of the space that they had to work with. A wide half-circle formed the balcony, with a railing that overlooked a plaza further down. The puma got to his feet ever so slowly, swaying as he did, almost like he was trying to swagger with every movement.

Dusk rather appreciated the confidence. There was something attractive about it.

As soon as the puma got to his feet, the whore leaped. He landed on the balcony railing, spreading his legs slowly. One went up in the air, spreading his cheeks for a moment as he went into a standing split, only for it to come down as he did a turning flip. He landed with ease, standing with his ass facing the crowd, his hands pressing down against the balcony railing, almost gripping his ankles.

Impressive, Dusk had to give him. Very impressive, but he needed something more than that for him to sink his dick into someone.

He leaned back, some of the other whores coming forward and becoming akin to living furniture for him. Sitting on a horse's back with a pair of foxes at either side, he rested his head on his hand and watched as the show continued.

The puma seemed to take his casual interest as a challenge, something to meet and exceed if he wanted to get the job. The black-furred feline grinned as he slowly stood up, spinning on his heels, swaying his hips in a way that circled the air like he had a cock right behind him, one that was teasing right under his entrance. There was a perfect confidence on his face, a grin that ran from one ear to the other, and the puma slowly strutted along the railing to show off how unafraid he was of being on display.

One step, two, three, followed by a spin that would have sent a mortal falling to his death. The cat strutted down the other side of the balcony, each step bouncing his cock and balls forward, each turn showing off the musculature of his cheeks. Back and forth, back and forth, until he stopped dead center again, fixing Dusk with a grinning stare.

"You like me, big guy?"

"I think you have a lot to offer."

"Mmm, not what I asked.

"I think you need to do a little more to get that."

"Oh, more, baby? Oh, let's get groovy with it..."

And just like that, the puma spun in place, stopping with his arms apart like a disco dancer. Rather than pull out old moves of that sort, though, he brought his hands in close, running them across his chest, showing off his muscles, giving a display of his buff body that none of the other whores that Dusk had been with so far had come close to. One stroke, two strokes, his hands moving further and further down towards his crotch. Soon, they were on either side, giving a frame to his cock and balls.

Dusk had to admit, the show was pretty hot, and his bulge was getting stiffer and firmer. The other demons were slowly circling around him, grinning, sniffing the air as if they could smell his lust. They probably could, even aside from the musk that was coming from within his pants. They could probably feel just how worked up he was getting.

He crossed his legs casually, smiling at the others that had come forward to stroke his legs. They were all eager for their turn, fighting their starvation. He gave them an appreciative look, but then turned his attention back to the puma.

The other cat had turned, showing off his ass again, running his hands down his back and over his cheeks. They spread, his hole puckering, and then he dropped hard, almost like he was going to fall off the railing onto the balcony.

But no, he caught his balance, saving himself from an embarrassing drop, and then lifted up. Up, down, up, down, almost like he was bouncing on a cock for them to see, and Dusk could all too easily imagine that being his dick under those cheeks, seeing that pucker spread for him. He grinned, finding himself rather eager to take that puma and wipe that cocky grin from his face. Replace it with something more cock-drunk, more satisfied, more well-fucked.

Well, why don't you? he wondered.

A good question that had just as good an answer. He curled his finger at the puma, and the dancer leaped from the railing, landing on the balcony again.

"Mmm, told you I'd be good enough," the puma said, looking down at his nails like the smug bastard that Dusk was increasingly convinced he was. "So, was that good enough to hop on your dick?"

"Oh, no, not nearly."

The sudden smile drop was almost satisfying enough to leave it at that, but the black cat couldn't just disappoint someone that had put that work in. He stood up, chuckling as he walked right up to the performer, only to turn him around and shove him against the railing.

"Nobody's good enough to just hop on my dick...but it was good enough to get you fucked."

"Oh, baby, you really play with my emotions there."

"Why don't you stop talking and just enjoy it, hmm?"

The crowd of demons on the balcony were more than eager to get a good gander at what was happening, most of them swarming forward and leaning in to watch as Dusk ground his cock between the puma's muscular ass cheeks. Every little thrust brought another little moan from the bitch beneath him, leaving him all the more convinced that the puma was not used to being treated like this. There was no experience, no bits of play and acting to show that he was just putting it on.

Goes to show that you have to put a bitch in place from time to time, otherwise they get a bit up themselves.

He smiled as he worked his cock between those cheeks, pushing up, then pulling back. A little Lust flowed through him, adding to how much pre-cum he was oozing, his hefty cock dripping along that pucker, giving it more lube than the little slut really deserved. He grabbed the puma's arms, pulling them behind his back, pinning them at the small of the spine, and he pushed forward. The other cat groaned, moaning as his cock slid under the balcony railing, pushed between two bars.

"Mmmph..."

"You like it when someone else takes control, don't you?"

"Mmmph...I like to put on a show..."

"Well, let's get some cameras in here..."

The other demons laughed at that, some running off, others casting spells of exhibitionism and voyeurism, opening tiny rips and tears in reality around him and the puma. The black-furred predator groaned, but his smile didn't disappear. If anything, it grew that much larger.

He wants it, alright. Wants it bad...

Dusk chuckled, slowly pulling back, letting everyone there catch sight of just how big his cock was. The various demons, even the horse that he had been sitting on, gasped at the sight, their eyes going wide, and he could hear some of them groaning, could smell the difference in the air as they got harder, needier, more wanting than they had been mere seconds ago.

That's it...give in to your new ruler...

He couldn't help but enjoy it as a fantasy, even if he wasn't going to make it a reality. There was something to breaking the world around him, to taking those that were around him, to making every mortal and demonic male around him just bend and break to his fantasies that was hot beyond belief. He growled under his breath, lowering his cock slightly so that it pressed against that tight, twitching pucker, and pushed.

The puma yowled as he pushed forward, obviously not used to his size, but there was nothing that was going to stop this now. After the first second of being in the demon, he could feel his cock throbbing, and he grinned as he realized that the puma was using his powers to try and make him cum faster.

Ah, ah, ah.

He cut that off, leaving his cock throbbing, but using his own abilities to raise the sensitivity inside. The puma gasped out loud, his cock slapping the underside of the balcony railing loudly, spitting pre-cum through the air and leaving it to fall to the ground below.

"Mmm, you like that, 'baby'?" Dusk asked.

"Fuck...fuck..."

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Mmph...more...please..."

"Oh, you're going to get more."

He pushed in slowly, taking his time to really get his cock to slide in. The various demons around him leaned in, each one trying to get a better look at his fat dick sliding into the slut under him. One inch after another pushed in, giving the incubus everything that he could ever want out of a dick. One big fat shaft, one that was more than proper sized to put him in his place.

Dusk could feel the big cat shivering, shaking, panting, moaning, and then, he felt the tell-tale clutch. He stopped where he was, grinning to himself as the puma came right then and there, roaring with pleasure under him.

Split, splat, split, splat, splut. The sounds of orgasm and the splattering seed all over the railing and through the air was just what he had wanted, though he hadn't expected it to come that quickly. Instead, he pulled back slowly, letting the entire crowd see that it had taken a single thrust to push the show-off over the edge. His cock was still throbbing hard, of course, but the demon wasn't going anywhere. Not just yet.

"You need more than that, don't you?" he whispered.

"Mmmph...I...yeah..."

"You need my cock in you again."

"You know it, baby..."

"You want me to give it to you?"

"Fuck yeah..."

The puma panted, wiggling his hips from side to side, showing off the already-present gape that one thrust from his cock had given the little slut. He couldn't help but feel rather satisfied at that, knowing that he'd set the bar for the horny feline by doing that. Swaying his hips, he slapped his cock across those cheeks, making them shake in return.

"This goes for all of you," he said. "You're my bitches...and I'm your pimp."

And with that, he slammed back in, burying his cock as far as it would go inside of that pucker. Deep, deeper, deepest, all the way down to his balls. He groaned under his breath as he felt the demon trying to get him off again, clenching down when the magic didn't work, using his body when he couldn't use his power.

Dusk didn't let him get the upper hand. He pinned him in place, watching as images of the puma started lighting up the outside of the Hellspire, the show being broadcast from a dozen different angles as he fucked and rutted the little slut under him. In, out, in, out, each thrust burying his cock as far as it would go, stretching that hole out all the further. He pulled out, showing the rutting, gaping mess, and then rammed back in. Each squelching penetration was more than enough to draw a moan from the puma, and plenty to give him the pleasure that he needed to stay hard.

In, out, in, out, and he growled under his breath as he felt the sheer pleasure that came from fucking someone that could take it. Each thrust dragged across the puma's prostate, pushing more pre-cum out, fertilizing the ground so far below with corrupted pre-cum and demon seed. The incubus was moaning his head off, begging for more with each breath.

And the crowd was hardly quiet. The sound of fapping and masturbating had long since faded to groans and gasps of fucking, the slap-slap sound of flesh on flesh getting louder the harder that he went. He could feel his aura spreading through the crowd, amping them up as he amped himself up. One thrust, two, three, four, and he could almost feel his connection with them feeding through what he was doing to the puma.

They feel it...I feel them...

It was a powerful thing, a bonding between him and the sex demons. They weren't one, not by a long shot, but they were bound by their sin and pleasure. In and out, in and out, some of the crowd feeling the ghostly feelings that the puma was getting. Some gasped, some moaned, some shivered and just gave in to the pleasure, while others were just looking around, wondering what was happening.

He let it happen, not controlling it, just allowing it as a side-effect to being around him. Slapping the puma's muscular rump, he felt the other feline tighten up under him, squeezing hard around his cock.

"Mmmph...you want it, slut? Hmmm? You want my cum?"

"Yes!" the puma shrieked.

"Say it. Say you want it!"

"I want your cum, baby! Give it to me!"

It was such a stupid way of talking, but the puma was good enough at his job to get him to the edge, regardless. Dusk shook his head, then let himself fall over it.

The feeling of his balls pulling up, of shooting his seed deep into the demonic feline, was just as good as it always was. The puma seized up under him, cumming again, shooting cum down the side of the Hellspire. As the cat stiffened up and collapsed, he pulled out, showing off two things.

The first was the wet mess of a hole that he had left the puma with. It was gaping, it was swollen from the hard fuck that they had just gone through, and it was clearly something that was going to need big cocks to be satisfied from there on out. Sure, it was slowly healing with the power of the incubus's own energies, but that would not get rid of the psychological impact that he had left behind.

The second was that his cock was still hard, still throbbing, and still ready for action. Refractory periods, for someone like him, were completely optional. He turned to let the demons all get a look at the stiff erection that he had, and then gripped it at the base.

"Who's next?" he asked.

And just like that, Dusk was surrounded with a frenzy of activity where the demons were competing for the chance to show who deserved to be satisfied next. They were all interested in getting his dick, in getting rid of the hunger, in being the sort of beings that they used to be. They wanted to know how Ornar felt, how the other demons in Ornar's House had felt when they were given satisfaction.

They could not know that he would not need time to recover, so they were frenzied in their desperation to be the first to get it. He smiled.

This...this is how I want to live. Wanted by everyone, ruling them all...

It was just a pity that there were so many responsibilities that came with that. Maybe he'd give Cthulhu another call sometime, after the big man got back from vacation. There might be a loophole somewhere that would allow him to get those privileges without having to go through quite so many obligations.

In the eldritch realms, there were many chambers of existence and oblivion. The dangerous part was when they crossed against each other, overlapping and allowing things to become living paradoxes. The dead paradoxes were fine, considering that they were seldom allowed to go through the barrier, but the living ones were in a tortured existence. They didn't get better, either, left as bubbles of combined states of being, dead, living, existing, not existing.

It was also hell on the paperwork, which was why the files that Cthulhu's law offices had were constantly shuffled from one location to another when there was even a hint of an oblivion bubble coming their way. The office itself could be rewoven with ease, but the actual paperwork would take decades to completely repair.

Such was the job of a little shoggoth that wobbled and wibbled through the different chambers of the law offices. It squelched and groaned, glorped and bubbled as it moved around, extending various tendrils into different drawers, into plant forms that had been adapted as drawers, and the occasional flower people that were kept around as watch-beings that didn't entirely like to let go of things. The shoggoth had to eat one daffodil person that had held onto an invoice for a client that had never gone out, and it was quite interested in finding another one to smother and devour.

It was considering the flower-pot on its boss's desk when it ran across a piece of paper that had been half-forgotten. Cthulhu had headed home for a vacation some time back, after the last big case, and not all the paperwork had been properly filed at that time. The shoggoth rooted around in its body, pulling at the various little bits and parts that had been used to make it, and found an eye. A cat eye, in this case. It popped it onto the end of a stalk and extended it further out, allowing it to see in the dark.

_Personal Note, Dusk Von Doom case:

Ensure call goes through at proper time. Client requests that a call goes to the right person at the right time. Vague, but doable. Ensure that paper is left out for call to be made when it matters. If you pick this up, then the time is right.

If you're the delivery minor god, just leave the sushi at the door. And don't judge the cannibalism.

Cthulhu, Esquire_

The shoggoth had only the vaguest idea of who Dusk Von Doom was - the master hadn't talked much about the case while he had been working it, and it wasn't a very smart creature to begin with - but it understood the order that it had been given. It needed to make a phone call, and for that, it needed the right equipment.

As the shoggoth began rooting around its insides to find the right tissue to simulate a mouth and set of teeth, as well as a tongue, it used its tendrils to drag itself towards the other side of the desk where the drawers lay. It was difficult for the little beast to pull the drawers open, and more difficult still to find the phone that lay inside. However, when it opened the right drawer, it knew. Mostly because of pain.

The phone was made of a material that wasn't entirely suitable for gooey things such as itself. The shoggoth felt the ends of its half-flesh, half-liquid tendrils start to freeze as soon as it came in contact with the icy phone, and it pulled back out of pain. It reached for more eyes, forming three more tendrils with three different eyeballs. The shark one immediately got retracted back in, mostly because it just hurt so much to be out of water.

The others, however, saw a solid, blocky thing that was made entirely out of iron. On top of the metal cube was a handset for a phone, something connected with a rusted-green bit of metal like a curled cord that went down to the metal block itself. The shoggoth could make out a little dial that was just under the handset, though it wasn't marked with numbers. It was marked with symbols, instead, and there were dozens of them.

The shoggoth blurbled in annoyance, shaking its head as it turned to the note again. Flipping it over, it found that the symbols were actually laid out properly on the other side, so at least it knew how to call...well, whoever it was calling.

Bracing itself against the pain, the shoggoth pulled the metal cube out of the drawer and set it on the ground. In that short time, the ends of its tendrils had completely iced over, leaving it barely able to move. It bubbled and boiled in discomfort, wringing the ends of its tendrils until they were properly warmed and flexible again.

Now came the hard part. The shoggoth made sure that its mouth was properly formed, and then clipped the paper in front of one of its eyeballs to ensure that it could always see what the symbols were. It used another tendril to start hitting them, one after the other after the other, leaving a trail of glowing and dimming lights along the top of the cube. It could already feel the cold settling in, and knew that it was going to be here a long time.

After all, a call placed without much greater power behind it would take a long time to connect from the eldritch realms. Without Cthulhu there, or someone of that power, it would take between one and two weeks to actually reach where it was going. But the paper had said that it needed to be done as soon as the paper was found, which meant that it would get there right when it was needed. Someone had already done the divining part of the scheduling, now the call just had to happen.

As the shoggoth pushed the last number, it lifted the handset to its head. The cold traveled down its limbs in rapid fashion, soon freezing the shoggoth in place with the phone. They were all one ice block in less than a minute, leaving them in a state of hibernation. Nothing would interrupt it or the phone, not even one of the oblivion bubbles. Nothing would stop it from carrying out its appointed task.

Soon, it was cold enough that the shoggoth stopped thinking, and time wound on.

Back at the Hellspire, Dusk had just finished off three other whores, and had made it clear that he needed a short break. He left the bunch of incubi on the balcony, heading into the Hellspire proper and making his way up the elevator. He entered his suite to find Seraph waiting for him, the fallen angel in the middle of sipping tea and trying to meditate. The fact that the bull's cock was as hard as it could get told him that the meditation was either going too well, or not well at all.

He smiled to himself, shaking his head as he walked over to one of his first conquests. The once-angel had been through the shit with him, and he shook his head in mild admiration for the work that Seraph had done.

He's still just another slave, though, he thought, looking at the naked man. Someone else to use, someone else to enjoy...

Maybe he should take a break from the demons after a while and enjoy the bull for a little bit. It had been some time since they had had their fun, and the constant lactation that Seraph put off was a rather fun feature for the fallen angel. Even now, those nipples were slowly pumping out more and more of that natural milk. He smiled, resisting the urge to lean down and lick it up. It would have been satisfying, but it would have woken the fallen angel from his attempted meditation, too.

He went to the kitchen instead, pouring himself some water. By the time that he had it, Ornar had joined him, stepping out of the bathroom and smiling. He waved the orc over, wanting to keep it quiet for the bull.

"So, how was the puma?" Ornar asked.

"Decent. Not as good as you."

"I would hope not. I have ruled my House for some time, and you don't rule in Lust if you're not good enough to be the best."

"I suppose you wouldn't, but still. I kind of expected a bit more from some lustful asses," he said with a small chuckle.

"You are one who could become the Second Satan, my Lord. Do you expect anyone else to keep up?"

That was something that he hadn't considered. It wasn't that everyone else wasn't as good, exactly. Sex was still hot, still fun, but it wasn't as amazing as it used to be. Being the big guy on the block, being the one that was in constant control, might have a few drawbacks to it, after all.

Still, it was better than the alternative. He sipped at his water as he imagined how this would have gone if he didn't have the power of the devil on his side. His black magic was strong, but that didn't mean that he could have controlled and used the demons on the balcony in the same way that he had just done. They would have eaten him alive in those numbers rather than bowed to his might.

And they wouldn't owe me in the same way, either.

That was something that he still marveled at. He was giving the demons what they wanted, and now, they owed him. Ornar had been the first to change like that, but every demon that he used, every hole that he rutted, brought someone else over to his side. It was a reminder of how much he could do for them, and how much they needed him when it came right down to it. He had offered them survival, and he had taken away their only other real resource. They had to come to him now, and he? He had to make it worth their time. Otherwise, he might have another rebellion on his hands.

Just do what you can, and that'll be enough for now. Besides, you're having fun. That's the important thing. That's the whole reason we did this, right? To enjoy ourselves?

Somehow, it didn't seem like it was going to be quite that easy anymore. He shook his head as he finished his water, setting his cup off to the side.

"What are you doing next?" Ornar asked.

"I guess keep fucking the incubi down there. If nothing else, it'll keep me entertained for the rest of the night."

"Just make sure that you treat all of them equally, my Lord. Some of them will try and keep you for longer than they need."

"I will make sure that they're all satisfied, Ornar. You have my word on that."

"I know, my Lord. But sooner is better than later."

There was just a hint of subtext there, and enough for him to be curious about what it might be. Was there a worry that some of the other Brothelic Houses might want the same treatment if they took too long? Or was there something else going on?

He shook his head. For now, he had enough to worry about. Demons were lining up to be let into the mortal realms to feed, he had to finish satisfying another cluster of demons so that they could go up there without being utterly starving and killing people in the process, and there were still other worries in Hell itself that he had to deal with. Not good in any case. He shook his head.

"We'll talk more later, Ornar."

"Yes, my Lord."

The orc bowed his head, and Dusk walked around him. His cock bounced slightly as he inflated it with a bit of Lust. His interest hadn't waned, but he knew that he'd need something a little bit special to get that spark going again. Whatever he did next with the demons would need to be something a little bigger to keep him from getting bored.

Never thought I'd say that about sex...

The End

Summary: Dusk returns to the tower and base of operations, and immediately sets to fucking some of the incubi.

Tags: M/M, puma, cat, feline, series, magic, demon, incubi, sex demon, anal, exhibitionism, dancing, playful, teasing, orgasm, cum, creampie, gaping, orc, plotting, politics,