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The Devil May Care

Part 43

for DuskCypher

by Draconicon

Dusk was sober again by the time that morning came to Hell, or whatever passed for morning in a realm where the sun didn't rise or set. It was a perpetual sort of not-quite-there light, coming more as a feeling of light that passed through the dark clouds above rather than proper light. It made everything feel like it was lit by something out of medieval times, like torches and lamps were still the main source of illumination, and that the sun itself was just one big torch that struggled to get everywhere that it needed to be.

The black cat shook his head, getting out of what passed for a shower in the suite. It wasn't the same as the showers in the mortal world, not by a long shot, and consisted more of water demons that were slowly winding up and around him. Cleansing tendrils of demons made of some fluid like water had been the main cleaning mechanism, and while he had appreciated the extra attention that his cock had gotten after being buried inside of a stallion's ass for most of the night, he hadn't been quite so keen on the feeling of it rubbing around his backdoor. He was pretty sure that they knew better than to try and violate his ass, but at the same time, it was hard to be sure just what their intentions were.

Thankfully, nothing had happened, and he was completely clean. He snapped his fingers, putting in his clothes in a burst of aura-fire, and he checked to make sure that everything was right where it was supposed to be. Sword in easy reach over his shoulder, Soulari in his front pocket, his smokes in the other, and the dagger that he'd picked up on his opposite hip? Yes, yes, yes, and yes. They were right where he wanted.

Right, well...let's see if yesterday was a fluke or business as usual here in Guild City...

Dusk was still rather disappointed at the way that the world had been run. The factories kicking into high gear and exclusively working on building up weapons and armor was not what he wanted to see after he had brought the whole realm back from the brink of bankruptcy. He wanted to see something inspirational, something new, something innovative to show him that the Greed demons were starting to think of how to survive and thrive. He wanted them to show him that they were worth the investment that he was throwing their way, not that they were just going to make the same old mistakes again and again and again.

Dusk took the elevator to the lobby. A number of bellboy imps surrounded him immediately, asking if he needed to be shown where the breakfast nooks were, or if he needed a bodyguard when he went down to the city. Some of them offered tour guides, pointing out the best of the weapons factories and telling him where the best sights were, where he could get the best deals, and more.

Knowing that they were little more than sponsored things that the imps probably earned finder's fees on by getting customers to go on those tours, Dusk ignored the lot of them and just walked through the crowd. The black cat left the hotel behind and stepped outside, breathing in the smoky air of Guild City. Business had only been started again barely a day ago, but it was already back in full swing. The air burned his lungs, and he could feel the smoke trying to settle in and tar and stain his body.

If he had been a full mortal, he had every belief that he would have been left a coughing mess, and that he would have needed to go to the hospital. It was that bad.

But he didn't feel anything of the sort, and that meant that he would be fine. None of the demons seemed bothered by it either, which probably meant that it was just a mortal reaction to all the Hell-fumes that were in the air. The black cat shook his head, pulling his mind back to the task at hand, and set off down the road.

It didn't take long to reach one of the factory districts. There were many through the city, each one owned by a different guild, a different conglomerate, or a different corporation of demons. The last seemed to be the least numerous, but when he started the whole modernization that he had planned down here, he would bet that they started to increase in numbers. The more money flowing into something, the further it seemed to move from Guild territory to the other styles of keeping the money in the business.

The factories here seemed to be more focused on leather-work, and that, at least, was something that had potential outside of just armor. He walked down the street, his eyes flicking from one large factory to another. The burning smell of fats and flesh and worse was stronger here, and so was the stink of hot bodies and more of the workers that did the job in the various factories. The black cat walked up to one of the larger buildings, taking in the obsidian-black sides, and he was about to knock on the door when it burst open.

Dusk had to duck to avoid getting hit in the face by a flying mole. Not one that was flying under its own volition, either, but one that had been ejected by a firm throw. The mole hit the street and skidded across it, carrying something in his arms. A larger demon, a fennec fox that was bigger, bulkier, and obviously the current foreman, shouted from further in the factory.

"You little shit! You think you're going to earn your Soulari being all artsy-fartsy? We got an order for a bunch of leather armor, so that's what you fucking work on. Stop wasting materials and do it right!"

Shaking his head at the angry man in the workshop, Dusk turned back to the mole that had gone flying over his head. The young man was slowly rolling back upwards, sitting up. Pudgy and a little bit out of it still, the worker shook his head, looking down at...

Dusk's eyes fixed on what had been made. It was still leather, obviously, but it was more of a harness than a piece of armor. As a matter of fact, it looked like something that one of the Lust demons might have worn in the bedroom. Well-crafted, too, the leather smooth, the bits of metal interspersed through it looking like they had been polished and forged well. It was something of an artisan piece, though it could be slightly better fitted, he imagined.

"Did you make this?" Dusk asked.

"Mm-hmm." The mole shook his head. "I was just getting it fitted when - well, guess it doesn't matter."

"What doesn't?"

"Do you mind taking this to the trash?" the mole asked. "I don't think I can justify working on a passion project anymore."

"Well -"

"Thanks."

The mole stood up and walked off, leaving Dusk holding the harness. As soon as he touched it, he could feel that the leather had been rubbed, polished, and worn well, giving it that lovely smooth feel to it, but there was something else, something a little bit more interesting to it. There was a tingle to it, a warmth that came from something that had been instilled in it.

Enchanted, he thought. Soul-enchanted.

Which meant that the leather was going to be a good bit more valuable than it looked. Rather than hang around and argue, he decided that he'd take it home. If nothing else, it would be a good souvenir for Seraph, for sure. The cum-cow had been left without a gift or accessory for a while, and he imagined that the leather would look good on the bull. Not to mention that it would be a nice sense of irony with that, as well. He chuckled to himself, spinning the leather around one finger, and turned on his heel. Time to head back to the hotel, and then give the bull a shot.

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The hotel was just as active when he returned as when he had left, with a number of demons coming down and being herded to their morning meals. They barely noticed him, bleary-eyed and tired. Mostly because of partying of their own accord, judging by the smells that clung to them. The power of Greed was strong, but the power of Lust was on the rise, as well, and judging from the different hangers-on that some of the Greed demons were dragging along with them, he could tell that they were getting their inroads into this realm, as well. Selling themselves, making money, using the power of the Greed demons against them by seizing the lusts and wants of other demons to make money off it? Yes, that was the way that Lust worked now, it seemed, and he was rather proud of them for making it work so well.

Dusk made his way to the elevator, ignoring the random fondling that was happening in the background, and reached out with his aura. It didn't take long to find where Seraph had made his rooms - three floors below where Dusk was staying, almost exactly - and the feline tapped the button for that floor in the elevator. It hummed softly on the way up, and then he was in the hallway, walking down to where the door was.

Knock, knock. Seraph answered almost immediately, the attentive fallen angel looking out at him. The bull cocked his head to the side.

"Yes, Master? Do you have need of anything?"

"I thought I'd have you model something for me."

"Certainly, Master. Come in."

As the bull stepped out of the way, Dusk glanced down. It was clear that the lactating bull hadn't had a milking for a while, and turning the bull into a cow was something that appealed to him. Perhaps in a moment, though, after he had put the harness on. That would be something to occupy the both of them for a while, and he wanted to make sure that they weren't going to be interrupted for long.

The door closed, and he offered the harness. Seraph looked down at it, cocking his head to the side.

"What is this, Master?"

"A harness, something to take advantage of your cow nature."

"Mmmph...That's a tease, Master."

"Yes, I know. Put it on."

"Can you help me, Master? I've never worn one."

"I guess so. This time."

Dusk stepped behind his cum-cow, taking the harness and slowly dragging it around the bull. The fitting was just slightly loose, even with the best adjustments that he could think to make with the straps and the little metal pieces. It would have been better if it was just a little smaller, but then again, he supposed he should be lucky that it fit on the bull in the first place. A random piece that could fit over those shoulders, that could rest on that muscular frame without getting pulled or pinching the wearer? That was something of a minor miracle when you got right down to it.

When Seraph was properly garbed, the lines of leather running along his shoulders and down his back, crossing over his chest like an X to a metal ring in the middle before swinging back and connecting to the stuff on his back, Dusk walked around to get a better look. It framed the bull's leaking nipples quite well, showed off the pectoral muscles that were always nice to look at, and even better, it made the bull look like a perfect little slut. Someone that could be walked down the streets, shown off, and even fucked right up against the wall.

"How does it feel?" he asked, adjusting one of the straps slightly.

"Strange, Master. Warm, and nice, but strange."

"Do you think you could get used to it?"

"I believe so, if you wanted me to."

"I do. Leather's a good look for you."

"Mmmph."

"And it smells nice," he said, stroking a finger along the leather. And it did, a warm smell, something that reflected the heated smells of two bodies in bed. Very nice, really, very nice indeed. "Still, I wonder."

"Master?"

"There's an enchantment to this thing, and I'm still trying to figure out how it works. I don't know if it's supposed to be activated by wearing it or -"

Seraph gasped, and for a moment, he thought that maybe he had said something that had offended the bull, though what it could have been, he had no idea. But then he noticed what was happening. The harness was slowly pulling in tighter and tighter, clenching around the bull's chest, pulling close to his shoulders. The constriction showed off his muscles all the more, and for some reason, it even went all the way down to the bull's cock, making it throb harder, getting stiff and eager. The harness lines were extensive, reaching down to the bovine's waist, and the fallen angel growled and groaned, huffing as he was embraced by the harness.

Dusk was ready with the power of the seven sins, but he didn't push it. So far, it seemed only that the bull was getting turned on by the embrace of the harness, not harmed by it, and he didn't want to push things too far, too fast. He rested his hand on the bull's shoulder.

"Seraph? Seraph, can you hear me?"

"Mmmph...yes, Master."

"What's going on?"

"Just...needy...feeling...horny."

"Horny, hmm?"

"For you...for your...cock..."

The bull's hand moved like lightning, gripping the cat's cock through his pants. Dusk had seen it coming, felt it coming, but the sheer speed at which it happened still surprised him, mostly because the fallen angel had never moved quite that fast before. He'd never been quite that hungry for cock before, either, so that might have been the reason behind it. He stared down, watching as that hand gripped his bulge with all the force of an incubus that hadn't had a meal in three years, feeling those fingers delicately rubbing over his cock as it started to throb higher and heavier in his pants.

"Please. Bedroom. Now."

Despite saying please, it was clear that the bull was willing to push for more than he was getting right then and there. He wanted to get fucked, and Dusk could see that clearly. He could see the hunger in the fallen angel's eyes, and knew that denying him now would be cruel. Too cruel for him, at that moment.

"Fine. Let's - mmph!"

It was the first time that he had been dragged around by the cock for a while, particularly when he wasn't the one that had commanded something like that to happen. The cat followed along, walking just fast enough to not feel like he was on a leash, and he groaned as he watched what Seraph was doing. The bull was moving his ass, swaying it back and forth as if he was an incubus himself, seized by some strange power that was driving him to go harder and faster than usual.

They reached the bedroom, and the first thing that the bull did was go down on his knees, turn around, and shove his face against Dusk's pants. Teeth gripped his zipper, pulling it down, and eager hands fished out his cock. He let it happen, smiling despite himself as rubbery bovine lips found his cock and kissed it, gummed at it even as it was nudged harder and harder.

"This isn't like you, is it?" he muttered, groaning under his breath. "What's gotten into you?"

"I don't know, Master. I just...mmph...I need this."

"Need your master's cock?"

"Mmmph...so bad, Master. I need it, and I'll have it."

"You'll have it, huh?"

"Deep in my throat...and deeper in my ass..."

The fallen angel was fingering his asshole already, rubbing his fingers between the cheeks while the other hand worked Dusk's balls, rolling them as the head of his cock slipped past the bull's lips. Of all the things that he had expected from the harness, getting his best servant turned into an incubus, and a needy one at that, was not that high on the list. However, if this was how the harness worked, if this was the payoff? He was more than happy to go with it.

He groaned under his breath again, his hips rolling forward to meet that mouth, eagerly letting it suck him down into that throat, playing on the pleasure that came from the swallowing, the sucking, the gasping around his shaft. That was what he wanted, that was what he needed. A good suck, a good swallow, everything that he could have asked for.

"Mmmph...fuck..."

He moaned, thrusting forward, his balls bouncing off of Seraph's chin, his eyes rolling back for a moment at the sheet expertise of that tongue-play. Broad and full, it rolled along the bottom of his cock, guiding the shaft in deep, and then letting it bounce up to rub against the roof of the bull's mouth, and then into the throat proper. It was just perfect, just wonderful, just amazing.

In, out, in, out, he thrust, each time feeling those lips clench hard around his cock and suck it hard. He wanted to fuck and rut, to use the slut hard, but he knew that he had to finish somewhere else. The temptation of just blowing his load and using Lust to do it again was right there, and he almost gave into it, but no. No, he was going to make this last naturally, and he was going to show just how good a master he actually was.

The black cat finally pulled out, showing off his spit-soaked cock. A line of drool connected his shaft to the bull's mouth, and they both panted softly. Seraph got on the bed, clearing a spot for him, and Dusk followed, laying down. The bull smiled, kissing his cock once more before turning around, showing off his muscular rump, holding it up high so that Dusk could see his puckering hole.

It was puckering more than usual, clenching almost more like a mare in heat rather than some male that hadn't been fucked in a while. The sheer display of desire was all that he needed to see to know that the harness was doing more than just giving Seraph the confidence to embrace his desires. It was giving him a heat too strong to ignore, too powerful to get away from, one that required him to indulge or go mad. Dusk grinned, showing off his cock as he swayed it from side to side, slapping it against the bull's thighs.

"You want it, then?" he asked.

"Yes, Master. I want it."

"Then go on and take it."

"I will. I will. I will!"

And just like that, that muscular bull rump slammed down, crushing his cock between it and his stomach. Dusk groaned at the sheer weight and pressure on his cock, but in a way, it was just perfect, just what he wanted. The way that Seraph took this was different to what Ornar did, what anyone else had done. It was someone that was taking what they wanted, and what they happened to want more than anything else in the world happened to be his cock.

This...this is worth it...

Dusk gripped the harness, using it to guide those sliding, thrusting hips, pulling Seraph back just enough so that the next grind had his cock sliding between the cheeks, pushing right up to the pucker, and then -

POP!

The feeling of sliding in was just what he needed in that moment, and he moaned out loud, arching his back from the bed. Seraph, on the other hand, growled. The tight ring of flesh around the head of his cock squeezed tighter, pulling his dick further in, and the bull was off, bouncing and riding like someone possessed. Perhaps he was, all things considered. One didn't know what the harness was doing to him, but the fallen angel was certainly more aggressive and more dominant than he had been before.

Dominant from the bottom, though, so that was alright.

Dusk growled, gripping the back of the harness as Seraph rode him desperately. This was a whole different type of rodeo to what they normally did. The roughness, the harshness, the sheer desperation meant that he was having to hold tight, but the pleasure it gave his cock was second to none. In this moment, there was something better about Seraph's ass than Andrew's, than even Ornar's, and that was saying something, comparing the fallen angel to a Lust demon.

Of course, that was only how it started. It got a whole lot better once Seraph seemed convinced that it wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

As soon as Dusk started moaning, even slightly, the bull started rolling his ass back, clenching hard with his hole and using it like some hyper-slick sex toy to really ride the cat. Dusk gasped out loud, feeling as if Seraph was giving him something better than ever. He slammed his head back against the pillows, fighting to catch his breath as the bull rammed his hips down over, and over, and over again, each time sucking the cat's cock up his ass as if it was his favorite toy in the world, as if he did this every single night, and had done for centuries.

The sheer skill with which he handed Dusk's cock was amazing enough, but feeling it getting different inside the hole was new, too. There was...there was this clenching, this pleasure, this wetness that wasn't there before, almost like that pucker was lubing itself up through magic. He could feel a heat in there, too, almost like there was some kind of magic winding around his cock, like he was getting a handjob and this beautiful riding experience all at the same time.

Fuck...fuck...fuck...

It was so worth putting the harness on the bull if this was the consequence. He groaned under his breath, arching his back, thrusting into that pucker and filling it right to the brim. He managed three thrusts before Seraph picked up the pace, slamming him back down into the bed and grinding on him.

"Mmmph...give me that cock, Master..."

"I'm trying."

"No, give it to me...let me ride it...let me RIDE it."

Dusk almost lost his grip on the harness at that moment as Seraph started to ride. He'd thought that he'd gotten serviced by the bull before, but this? This was something entirely different, something far more amazing. That slippery hole clenched impossibly tight, but it was so wet, so open, so eager, that his cock went in despite that. He was getting milked like mad, and he realized that without the power of Lust, he might actually cum before the bull did. He grabbed hold of it hard, keeping himself from blowing, and just savored the pleasure of being used like a dildo.

Seraph didn't stop moaning, either, the bull showing off how much he loved being filled, showing off how much of a slut he actually was. That big, muscular ass slammed down again, and again, and again, each time leaning back, or leaning forward, giving a different angle and a slightly different sensation for the feline to enjoy the way that his cock was being used. The way that his shaft was pulled in, the way that Seraph squeezed down, made it eminently clear that there was nothing that Dusk could give the bull that was better than his cock in that moment.

In, out, in, out, the squelching sound of sex getting louder and louder until someone else popped in. With a shimmer just around the corner, Ornar looked in, and the orc's eyes widened. Not much, not in utter surprise, but definitely in mild shock as he saw just how violently Seraph was riding him.

"What in the world..."

"Ornar, get your ass over here."

Not Dusk speaking then, but Seraph. The bull had sworn, and somewhat differently than usual. The aggression was still there, the eagerness, the demandingness. Other times, Dusk would have been somewhat worried, but in that moment, all he thought about was how different this was, and how hot it was for being different.

"Get over here, Ornar," Dusk reinforced the order.

The dark-skinned orc entered the room, his eyebrows raised at the show that he was getting. He clearly didn't quite know what was happening. Then again, Dusk didn't, either. He was just profiting from the fun that he could get from it.

"Get your fucking dick in me, Ornar. I need double."

Another surprise. Another deep perversion. And another throb from Dusk's dick at the idea of breaking in the bull to that extent. He had never not been enough before, and he knew for a fact that if he really wanted, he could take Seraph right to the edge of being broken all on his own. It would have been easily doable for someone like him, but at the same time...

He looked down and grinned as he saw the orc's cock rising in his jockstrap. True, it was an odd view, considering that he could only see it when Seraph was rising up along his cock and not sliding right down to the base and grinding on it again, but it was fun to see that the orc had some capability to think of being on top. Or, at the very least, of being a dildo for someone else. Dusk chuckled.

"What's the matter? Can't top someone anymore, Ornar?"

"Just...a strange thing, my Lord. Aren't you enough?"

"I could be, but why not treat one of our servants to this?"

"My Lord, would you not -"

"Ornar, you heard him, and you heard me. Get over here and help out."

"...Yes, my Lord."

Was the orc blushing? He had no way of telling, particularly as Seraph leaned back to offer a bit of room for the orc to get on the bed with them. The orc's legs laid over Dusk's, and the cat could feel that pair of balls and that thick cock resting against his own shaft. It wasn't quite as long as his own, but he knew for a fact that the bull was going to feel it. It was orc-sized, and that was more than sufficient for what they were going for.

Seraph barely let the orc get into position before slamming his hips down, riding them both. One hand reached back, resting on Dusk's stomach, while the other reached forward and supported the bull on the orc. Seraph moaned, and Ornar gasped as the bull started bouncing harder, faster, going all the way down to their balls right from the start.

"Unholy - what has come over him?" Ornar grunted.

"It's the harness."

"Mmmph...it's...it's an improvement..."

"I think you might have a rival," Dusk said with a cheeky smile.

"Mmmph..."

The fact that Ornar wasn't able to talk much at that moment was all the answer that he needed. Seraph was definitely better at this than he had been not that long ago, and his asshole had been changed to be even better than before. That would be worth checking out later, but for now -

"Mmmph..."

The bull's cock swayed back and forth, spitting pre-cum across the room, splattering the orc whore on the other side with plenty of it. The smell of sex grew stronger and thicker in the room, and both Dusk and Ornar were reduced to regular moans, enjoying themselves and just focusing on the pleasure that they were getting out of the whole experience. Up, down, up, down that ass went, and the sight of their cocks sliding in and stretching that hole out, marking it with the pleasure of cocks, was as good as either of them could have hoped for.

In, out, in, out, their balls pressed together, their cocks throbbing as they were used as dildos for the big bull. Sure, they were being serviced, but the way that Seraph took control, the way that the bull used their cocks for his obvious, needed pleasure, was just as hot as anything else. The actual pleasure of having their dicks buried in that muscular butt was just made sweeter by the context.

He leaned his head back, losing himself in the pleasure, almost feeling like he was getting empowered by it somehow. It was so strong, so potent, so very intense, that he didn't think that there was anything like this that could make it better. They'd need a full goddamn orgy, or every other slave that he had would need a serious upgrade to compete after this. Every time that he found something good, he needed to find a way to build up his other -

Seraph drew him back to the moment at hand, slamming down on his cock again, dragging it and Ornar back into that hole. In and out, in and out, and he could feel himself going right to the edge. Lust was the only thing that held him back, its power coursing through him, reminding him of everything that he had faced before, everything that he had enjoyed before. It kept him from giving in, allowing him to savor that hot hole, that clenching entrance, that -

"NNNNNGH!"

And finally, Seraph went over the edge. The bull moaned out loud, arching his back and thrusting his hips forward, shooting his seed along the wall and over Ornar's face. The orc's cock throbbed against Dusk's, pulsing, twitching, and then spitting into that perfect asshole. Dusk held back, allowing himself the pleasure of being the last to get off, wanting to make sure that everyone else had finished and that nobody could doubt his stamina, and then -

"Cum, Master, cum, please, CUM IN ME!"

That begging tone, combined with the swirling mess of cum and hot ass, was all that Dusk needed to be convinced to go over the edge. With a groan that was no less relief than it was domination, he gripped that harness one last time and yanked Seraph down on his cock. His balls pulled up, and the orgasm that followed was like finally unplugging a long-blocked geyser. He could feel the rising pressure that came from blowing his load, could feel as the sheer volume of it threatened to carry the bull right off his shaft and across the room. He held tight to the harness, keeping Seraph right where he was, even as the bull almost inflated with how much he had to offer, even as he felt so much of it blasting back down along his cock and down to his balls.

Pulse, throb, pulse, throb, each shot of cum was so large that he could feel it, that he could all but measure it by the way that it felt like it was making his cock expand to allow it all to come free. He moaned hard, his fingers gripping the harness tighter than ever to keep that hole from sliding off his cock until he was good and done with it. Another shot, another, drowning Ornar's cock in it just as much as his own, marking the orc's shaft with his scent, with his power, with his lust.

Mine...both of you...mine...

He thought it, but he didn't say it. Was there a point in saying it at this point? Not as far as he was concerned. They were his, marked as his, used as his. Nothing more, nothing less.

Dusk kept cumming for nearly a minute, the sheer rush of it something that he had almost forgotten about. The edging that he had done with some sluts in the past had been forgotten since gaining the stamina of Lust and the other sins. The way that he had let himself feel it again this time was great, a reminder of other pleasures that could be enjoyed rather than just being a superman. Stirring that in might just keep this from getting stagnant.

The black cat pushed the bull forward, and Seraph leaned down, showing off his well-stretched pucker, showing off everything that had been done to him, and everything that would remain. Long strings of white seed slowly rolled out of that busted hole, staining the bull's taint and balls before dripping down on the orc's dark dick. Ornar groaned.

"I did not expect...I did not expect anything like that, my Lord."

"Neither did I, but you live and learn."

"Mmmph...where did you find that harness, anyway?"

"That's..."

He thought about it for a moment, and then called his pants back to him. He pulled out the Soulari that he had been carrying, divided it down to a smaller amount, and then floated it over to the orc. Ornar caught it, looking at the coins and then looking at him.

"My Lord?"

"Take that to the leather-working factories, find one that's got a fennec fox foreman and a mole worker on the line," he said. "Give that to the mole, and tell him that the 'garbage' that he was throwing out is a personal treasure of mine, and I want him to experiment with it."

"Experiment, sir?"

"For science, of course."

He looked at Seraph. The bull didn't seem to be entirely out of that oddly dominant state of mind, but he seemed satisfied for the moment. Dusk hoped that would remain, all things considered. The sheer pleasure that came from rutting that ass was great, but the amount of effort that went into making sure that it went as well as it was supposed to had been more than he had expected to exert. He needed to keep that from being too common an occurrence, at least if he wanted to do anything else with his day.

Feeding the tiredness from the session down to Gluttony, giving it something to eat so that he would be able to focus, he got to his feet and got dressed. Seraph smiled at him and bowed his head in respect and admiration, and Dusk felt a bit better. As long as Seraph still knew who the master was, he would allow this sort of game playing in the bedroom, but if the fallen angel ever thought that he was going to take true mastery...

Well, he would have another thing coming.

"Alright, Ornar, off you go."

"And what will you do, my Lord?" the orc asked.

"I haven't decided yet. Maybe visit with the Oligarchs a little bit more, maybe see if I can convince Hellsmith of the validity of selling somewhere else - he seems reasonable. Or maybe something else entirely." Dusk smiled. "There should always be options in Greed..."

The End

Summary: Dusk finds himself in possession of something different from one of the factories in Greed, and he decides to try it out on one of his entourage. Seraph seems like a good choice for a leather harness...

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Cat, Orc, Bull, Fallen Angel, Demon, Series, Modern Fantasy, Corruption, Power Bottom, Muscular, Double Penetration, Double Anal, Cum, Orgasm, Begging, Master/Slave, Jockstrap, Oral, Blowjob, Harness, Leather,