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The Devil May Care

Part 51

for DuskCypher

by Draconicon

"Positions?"

Dusk chuckled, shaking his head. It had been slightly vague, he supposed, considering what he was thinking about. After all, they had been focused on the feeling of the end of all things coming their way, and he had been rather serious up until that point. He was still rather serious, but now, it was focused on something completely different, something that Ornar had long since earned.

The black cat started pulling at his clothing, tugging at his coat, then his shirt. By the time that he was bare from the waist up, there was already a boner forming in the orc's perpetual jockstrap, and he chuckled at that.

"Already thinking about it, are you?" Dusk asked.

"Sir, I'm an incubus. I'm always thinking about that."

"Yes, but you've been thinking about that in a particular way of late, haven't you?"

"Has it been that obvious?"

"You've been thinking of topping me."

"..."

"I can't blame you. I am...desirable."

And he had allowed a few other demons the chance to do that. The time with Brutus Diel, the one time that he had allowed another demon to take a chance with his ass. Always with him as a power bottom, though, always with him taking charge and showing them where they belonged rather than allowing them to dominate him the way that they had obviously wanted. That was the way it worked in bed with him; there was no way that he could safely allow someone else to take charge to that extent, and he needed to be sure that they were going to do what he told them and no more. The only way to do that was to be the dominant one, no matter how good they made him feel.

But Ornar Onsen had never had that privilege, and it was about time that the orc got the reward that he obviously wanted. He had been a loyal servant all this time, even going so far as to go to war with Dusk as part of his entourage in Glutton. There had been no need for a demon of Lust to join in with that, but he had.

Dusk pulled his pants off, dragging them down to his ankles and kicking them off to the side. His boxers were already tented, and the lust that ran through his veins was a good distraction from the constant wrath that burned in the air around them. The orc's jockstrap was all but ripped through, the white fabric showing signs of wear and tear against the mighty bulge that was already threatening to break free.

"You better tell me what you want, sir," the orc said, growling under his breath, barely keeping his tusks in the non-threatening positions. "I don't know how much longer I can hold out..."

"I want you to show me what you can do..."

"That's...not very specific..."

Dusk chuckled, walking across the room and laying one hand against the orc's chest. He didn't need the contact; even without that, with all his powers, he could feel what Ornar wanted, what the big guy was hoping for. He could feel that racing heartbeat, that need to be closer. They were both fighting urges.

It's the fear, he thought. Adrenaline lust, a chemical reaction against the worries of the future. The need to leave something behind, the urge to make sure that one is not forgotten...

Even knowing that it was just chemicals didn't matter. The cat had been holding back, making sure that the immediate future and the far future could be taken care of without his direct influence. He had taken a lot of time to make sure that he wasn't getting fucked over. Now, it was time to tend to himself, and those that had made this rise possible. He stroked his hand down the orc's chest, reaching all the way down to his jockstrap. The feeling of heat behind the cloth was just as familiar as always.

Every other time, his hand had made the trip down to the orc's ass after that, reaching for the muscular cheeks and giving them a grope, a spank, something to remind the Lord Onsen that the orc was under him, that he, the lord of all seven realms, was the one that would be on top. This time, the black cat squeezed that bulge, giving it a good, tight tug. The orc groaned, thrusting against the cat's hand.

Dusk took it even further, leaning in and pressing his lips to the orc's. The taste of flesh, the feeling of tusked teeth against his face, followed by the pressure of a kiss in return, was so strange and almost exotic. There had never been romance between him and his servants, only lust. There still wasn't romance here, just a hint of something vaguely more than there had been before.

Then it was over, and he leaned his head back, chuckling to himself.

"Not bad, Ornar."

"Sir...you're really...really..."

"I'm going to give you one last command, Ornar."

"And what's that?"

"Show me that you're worthy of my ass...show me, right here, right now, what the Lord of Lust can do."

And just like that, the orc's face split into the biggest, broadest grin that Dusk had ever seen. The muscular male leaned in, one hand slowly reaching around Dusk's hips, hand going down to the cat's own ass cheeks and giving them a good squeeze. It was the furthest thing from threatneing that the cat had ever felt, more like someone that was fondling a treasure rather than someone that was trying to take something and own it.

"Heh...oh, you have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that."

"Then say something back..."

"Oh, sir...tonight...Your ass is mine."

The orc growled, pulling him back, throwing him towards the bedroom. Some hellish magic carried Dusk the rest of the way, and the cat hit the bed with a slight bounce. Ornar was already there, grabbing him by the legs, pulling them apart as he knelt at the foot of the bed. The orc's hands were already reaching up, grabbing hold of the cat's boxers and pulling them down. Dusk chuckled as his cock was revealed, half-hard already and getting harder.

Let's see if he can do what he's been told...

The dark-skinned orc leaned in quickly, pushing the cat's thighs apart and showing off everything down there. Dusk was well aware of how he looked; fat cock, big balls, and an ass that had attracted more demonic attention than almost anything else. Many had wanted it, and the former Satan had had it, and so had a few other demons. Ornar, though...

The orc reached further, lifting him by the ass cheeks, using his shoulders to keep the thighs apart. He half-expected a voracious blowjob, but he got something almost more tender, instead. Despite suffering a few scrapes of those sharp tusks, he endured it as the orc leaned in, pressing between the cat's ass cheeks, and then -

"Mmmmm..."

Dusk let out a slow groan at the long, firm lick trailing across his pucker, the warmth and wetness making for quite the lovely bit of attention back there. There was no hesitation on the part of the Lord of Lust, no worries, no fears, just an instant attraction to that hole and everything that it had to offer. Dusk's toes curled slightly at the feeling of that tongue dragging down to the depths of his rim and then back out, working from one side of his pucker over to the other before taking the same trip, but in reverse, trailing from the top down to the bottom and then back out again.

The feeling was much better than the anal sessions that he had 'enjoyed' from other demons, and far better than the thing that he had endured from Brutus. This was someone that knew the treasure that they were being offered and was more than willing to give whatever tribute they could to ensure that they got it again and again and again.

Dusk growled deep in his throat, feeling his cock throb all the harder. He half-expected some cheating burst of Lust bursting through him, but no. This was all-natural, the orc showing his full talents with his tongue as he licked away, showing just how firm and how soft, how wet and how dry stimulation felt along that pucker, showing Dusk everything that an incubus could do with their tongue to make a rimming session feel positively divine.

Or rather, infernal, he supposed.

Dusk reached down, pulling his thighs further up to offer the orc a little more room to work, and Ornar allowed it. The big guy reached up and around, fondling Dusk's cock, pulling on it slowly as that slippery tongue slowly pushed more and more firmly on the cat's pucker. Much more intense than fingers or a cock, Dusk was of the opinion, and that made him all the harder, dripping along the orc's fingers as he was massaged, teased, stroked.

And then, Ornar finally managed to slip it in. Dusk gasped as he felt his hole open up, the feeling of that slippery tongue turning almost slimy as it went inside of him, working around. It was reaching further than he had entirely expected, and he gritted his teeth as he felt it rooting around inside of him, finding his prostate and stroking it over and over again. Not a hint of a blush against his cheeks, either; Ornar had no shame with what he was doing, only raw lust. The smell of cock and pre-cum and the slight smell of sweat were the only things in the air, and the orc groaned as he dug his tongue in deeper still, somehow finding more to push in.

Then it slid out, and the slippery feeling of it grinding against his rim and his inner walls on the way out left Dusk all the harder from it. He groaned under his breath, huffing through clenched teeth as he looked down between his legs. Ornar looked up at him with a smile, nodding to himself.

"Your ass is fucking perfect."

"Your tongue is...pretty good."

"Heh, you think that you need more?"

"I wouldn't be opposed to further...exposure."

"Let me show you what I can do, then."

Ornar pulled his head back, leaving Dusk with a smile on his face as the bigger man gestured for him to roll over. Any other time, that would have been met with scorn rather than compliance, but today was hardly any other time. And besides, Dusk was curious to see just where the Lord of Lust would want to take this. He did as he was asked, getting on his hands and knees, throwing his tail up and off to the side to continue exposing himself.

Rather than immediately going back to rimming, however, the orc slid in between the cat's legs and started working his balls. That talented tongue dragged along the back of his sac, lifting them up for a moment before allowing them to drop once more. The feeling was surprisingly naughty, and made him all the more aware of how little attention they had gotten since arriving in Wrath. For someone that had gotten so much regular attention to his cock, his balls, his libido in general, he had all but forgotten to get that tended to for...well, too long.

The lapping tongue was nice and slippery, almost like Ornar knew how to keep it at the perfect balance between slippery enough to be pleasurable without going down the road to utterly slimy, drool-covered licks. It was probably a demon thing, something that he used his magic to keep at the right level, but that -

"Mmmph..."

Dusk groaned, putting the actual ideas for it out of his mind and focusing more on the stimulation, nothing more and nothing less. This was to take his mind off the world, not make him think even more about it.

Lick, lap, drag. Sometimes, Ornar would pull one testicle into his mouth and pull them down, only to drag his tongue back along the rear of the sac. His hands were always busy, too, tugging on the cat's cock, giving Dusk all the attention and pleasure that the feline could ask for. Lick, lap, tug, stroke. Lick, lap, tug, stroke.

And through it all, Dusk 'allowed' himself to dribble onto the bed, feeling his pre-cum flow freely. He managed to keep himself from blowing his load, of course, as that was something that Ornar had most definitely not earned just yet, but he knew that if he had been a normal mortal, he would have lost control already. The orc was pulling out all the stops to make it clear just how much Dusk deserved, in his eyes.

He loved it.

The feeling continued, the licking starting to take center stage again, though the masturbation continued. The black cat's toes curled into the blankets as that tongue stroked further up the back of his sac, going over his taint, and then back between his cheeks. From this angle, the orc could push in even deeper, and -

"Mmmpph!"

Dusk groaned out loud, surprised at just how deep the first tongue-thrust was. There was more going in than last time, he was all but sure of it, and the pressure of that hot, firm face between his cheeks was more than enough to keep him enjoying it. There was no feeling of being dominated, no sensation of having someone else taking control from him, but rather this feeling of being worshiped, treasured, something that he needed and something that he adored.

And from the pulsing lust that he was feeling behind him, he was pretty sure that Ornar was just as happy with his face buried between the cat's cheeks as he had been under Dusk on the plane. He wiggled his hips from side to side, only for Ornar to grab him by the hips and hold him still.

Thrust.

That tongue went deep, and he groaned at the slippery mess that it seemed to leave behind. It was almost like a lube applicator, going in deep and leaving behind something of a mess, something that would make what came next all the better. He groaned, then growled, his fingers gripping the sheets tighter as his hole was swirled and teased by that tongue as far as it could take it, and then just a bit further besides.

Then, finally, the tongue was pulled out, leaving him gasping slightly for breath. He looked over his shoulder, watched as Ornar wiped his face on the back of one arm, and then pulled himself up a bit higher.

"Heh, I think you're ready," the orc said, slapping his cock against the cat's ass cheeks.

That cock was just as big as he remembered seeing all that time ago in the realm of Lust, when he had first visited the lord's onsen. That shaft was thick as could be, a real beer-can of a cock, though quite a bit longer than a beer-can would have been. Throbbing, dripping, it was the sort of cock that most people thought of when they thought of one that ruined holes, and now, it was going to be going right up his own.

He might have been rather hesitant at other times, but Ornar had proven himself, tonight and all other nights. The black cat chuckled, slowly pulling his tail around the orc's hips. Not lovingly, but with some affection, dragging him closer and making him hot-dog his cheeks.

"Go on."

"Heh, you really are in for it tonight."

"I need something different."

"Well, let me treat you, sir."

And with that, the heat of the shaft slid down again, this time resting between them and right over his hole. The sense of heat, hardness, and slipperiness all combined together with something that was almost like nervousness. Dusk knew that he had been holding back for a long time, and this was the first real bit of trust that he had extended towards Ornar. Even though he could have taken it further, even though he could have flipped this so that he was riding the orc and taking charge rather than being the one on the bottom, he didn't. Instead, he just waited, allowing Ornar to have the honor of topping him.

He could change it up later. For now...for now, he'd allow this and see where it went.

The pressure grew, then slackened, then grew again as the orc teased his backside, taking his time to really work him up. Dusk growled under his breath, his fingers flexing, digging into the sheets for a moment before letting go as the pressure got stronger. He could feel his pucker straining, resisting that thick thing that would have put Brutus to shame.

The only thing that allowed it to have any chance of going in at all was the slime that coated his pucker and the spit that had been left inside. One, two, three more gentle pushes followed before his rim finally opened up, the head passing in with a soft 'pop', and he growled again as he felt the heat of being spread so far open. Ornar leaned over him, pressing one hand to his back and reaching around with the other, gripping his cock and giving it some firm pumps, hand wrapped around the head and giving him a few good strokes to go with it, a few little teases right at the cock-head itself.

"That's it. Just take it."

"Mmmph...treating me like a skittish animal?"

"Acting like one."

"Ass."

"Heh, and you got a hot one..."

He groaned as he felt the orc sliding in further, surprised at how gentle Ornar was being, and being surprisingly thankful for it. It was another good reminder of just how powerful the orc could be, the fact that he had such control of himself and could hold back when needed. In, out, in, out, moving in by a matter of inches each time, but taking his time to make sure that it all fit properly, that it never went further than it needed to.

Dusk could have taken it easily, of course. All he had to do was reach out with Lust and affect himself with it, show that he could take the whole thing without even trying. He could have done that, reversed it, but he wanted to take the pleasure of being serviced like this, topped by someone that knew how to make it good.

And Ornar really knew how to make it good.

In, out, in, out, and soon, the orc's thick shaft was completely buried between his cheeks. The sense of being so full was so intense, so different to what he was used to, but that was all for the better. He focused on just how different it actually felt, how much he loved it, and he found himself more focused on that than anything else that had been looming in the future. This was just what he needed.

In, out, in, out, Ornar starting to pick up the pace now. Dusk could feel the friction now, the heat that passed along his rim every time that the orc bottomed out, and then the same friction as he pulled out. The persisted pleasure of that cock grinding against his prostate, the way that the teasing strokes along his shaft continued to match that throbbing thing, everything made him moan for more. He arched his back, he gasped for breath, taking the simple pleasure of being topped and riding it, taking it further in his mind.

More.

More.

More.

He pushed back to take that cock deeper, feeling it spreading him wide. The orc got the hint, pulling him back with one hand, using him more like a sex toy, and Dusk...went with it. He submitted to that urge, slamming his ass back, taking that fat cock good and deep. The orc groaned over him, huffing hard.

"Oh, fucking hell...You really love this, don't ya?"

"Tonight...yes..."

"Take it, lord..."

"Mmmph..."

"Take Lust's cock..."

In, out, in, out, that throbbing thing getting veinier, adding a different texture to his insides. It was big enough that he couldn't stop thinking of the stretch, the pulling that it put on his insides, the way that he felt so empty every time that it pulled out. He could have cum at any point, and he wasn't sure why he was holding back. Allow it out. Allow himself to cum. Allow it all out.

He gasped for breath as he felt the pumping go further, deeper, taking him further towards that edge. Those hands were so strong, so perfect. They grabbed at his ass cheeks now, no longer stroking him, but his cock continued to throb and ooze despite himself. All that pent-up need needed to go somewhere, and he could feel that desire to cum overwhelming the desire to just hold back.

"Go on...let it out...we'll go all night long..."

Dusk finally decided to go with it. Why not? Why the fuck not?

On the next thrust, the lord of the seven Vices finally came, and he came hard. The feeling of that throbbing, thick, fat cock inside of him was more than enough to take him to the point of no return, and he came all over the sheets beneath him, his balls pulling up hard, each cum-shot like a pulsing fire-hose that splattered against the sheets, leaving them soaked. The smell of a cat's seed, of a cat's claim, filled the room...

And Ornar's pleasure followed. Dusk shivered as he felt the squirting, pulsing heat that filled him from behind, the warmth that flooded through his ass as the big orc slammed in up to the hilt. The gush that followed was just what he needed, again, the tribute rather than the claim. Pulse, throb, pulse, throb. Any other demon might have used this for the chance to take control of him, to try and dominate him, and Dusk was paying attention for any possible threat like that.

But there was none.

Ornar was loyal, merely offering the pleasure of his cock, taking what he had been offered and no more. Lust had been sated long ago; this was pleasure.

The pair of them kept to each other like that for a time, holding their bodies flush to one another. Dusk made the first move, crawling forward, popping that cock free of his hole. Ornar groaned as he was allowed freedom again, and the two of them turned to look at one another.

Dusk, again, was the one that broke the silence and stillness. He reached out, tapping the orc's slightly flagging cock, and brought it back to full hardness with just a slight flex of Lust.

"All night, you said?" Dusk asked.

"Heh...you got it, sir."

Dusk growled as he kept the orc pinned on his back, sitting on that fat cock and riding it with all the gusto that he could summon. Ornar looked up at him with a grin that was as leering as it was admiring, taking in everything that the black cat was doing without the slightest complaint in the process.

"Mmmm, you like that?" Dusk all but purred.

"Fuck yes."

"You like my ass?"

"Best ass in all of Hell."

"And you get it...all to yourself...tonight..."

"Fuck...fuck..."

"Are you going to cum again?"

"Nnnngh..."

"Not...yet..."

Dusk clenched down, hard, squeezing that shaft and keeping that impending orgasm at bay. Not yet, not yet. The cat was not done playing with his toys, not done playing with his partner. The orc groaned under him, particularly as Dusk never stopped riding him.

It was a joy to use the big orc as a dildo, to use that fat cock as something to work his ass with. Even aside from the fact that it felt good to let go of things for a while, this was how he enjoyed taking charge. The feeling of having someone under him, twisting the way that they were expecting things to go and being the one that ran things, was all the better for it.

And besides, Ornar needed a break from time to time.

He rolled his hips side to side, flexing his own abilities, showing how to tease that shaft as it went in and out of him. In, and out. Sliding from side to side, rubbing against one side of his inner walls on the way in, and the other side on the way out. Ornar growled, showing his tusks and fangs, wanting to cum, but his orders kept the orc pinned, safe, obedient.

He would let him cum, eventually...but not for a little while, at least.

This time, he was on his back, legs in the air. His eyes were closed tight, but he could still see the orc's face over him, the huffing, eyes-slitted, groaning expression of pleasure all that Ornar bothered to show. That hard cock in his ass was wet, and his hole no longer burned from taking it. His hand flew across his cock, giving it a hard stroke, keeping it good and stiff as he was rutted from above.

They were taking turns. What was this? Four? Five? At least five times, each of them on top of the other, showing off, seeing how long either one wanted to hold out. There was no point in worrying about climaxes this time, no point in holding back. This was entirely done to feel good, to forget, to remember. Anything but to think about what was coming soon, and what it would mean for the pair of them.

This time, Ornar allowed himself to cum first, flooding Dusk's hole with another load, leaving the cat feeling messy. He groaned under his breath as the orc pulled out, panting as he felt his legs still being held in the air.

"I'm going to need...a hell of a shower after all this," he muttered, feeling the latest creampie slowly oozing past his pucker. He debated wishing it away, and then decided against it. It was fine for now. "Why'd you stop?"

"It's almost dawn," Ornar said, nodding at the window.

"Already?"

"Yep."

They'd fucked the night away, then. Dusk had had some vague idea of doing some sort of studying, of sending more messages to the minor functionaries of his little 'empire' of individuals, but he doubted that it would matter now. The important ones had already been sent off, and he knew that there was little more that he could do that wouldn't be intercepted by the powers that be. He would have to be happy with what he had already done.

Ornar knelt at the foot of the bed as Dusk sat up. The slippery feeling inside shifted, and he clenched his hole closed, not wanting to experience more of a slimy shift than he already had. Shaking his head, he looked at the devoted orc, unable to help wondering how he had gotten this.

I earned this, was the obvious answer, but how...

Well, he would have to let that be. For now, he would just admit that he had a very, very loyal servant in Ornar, and be thankful that there was someone that followed him like that. Seraph was a fallen angel, bound in a way that was as much magic as it was genuine loyalty. Corruption had played a huge role there, and though he was a little surprised that it had held out against Mercy's ministrations, he was glad that it had. Ornar, however, was someone that could have very easily been bought and no more, but the orc had proven himself time and time again that he was more than that. He was a loyal subject, one willing to put his life on the line, and one that was willing to stay loyal no matter how tough things got. He was the sort of subject, the sort of retainer, that any ruler would have wished to have.

If God had Archangels like this...

The thought stirred something in him. Archangels. He remembered that time in Cthulhu's office, the knowledge that one of the Archangels had gone against Heaven again. That meant that there had been two that turned against God: first Lucifer, and now this one, this...Michaela.

If God can have Archangels...

What stopped him from having Archdemons? What stopped him from empowering demons so that they could take action on his behalf, that allowed them to stand against those that were more powerful than the average angel, or the average devil? What was to stop them from having some power to stand up for themselves against those that would encroach on Dusk's plan?

As far as he could tell, there was nothing stopping him. Why hadn't he thought of this before?

"Sir?" Ornar asked.

"...Come here."

"What's the matter?"

"Come here, while we still have time."

The orc listened, at least, which was better than he could have said for some of the other servants that he had. He imagined that Selene would have kept arguing until they had no time left, pushing for answers that he didn't want to give. Ornar, by direct contract, moved closer.

He laid his hands on the orc's head, focusing all the power that he could on the demon. He dragged at the sin, at the vice of Lust most strongly, but he took bits and pieces of all the other Vices with it. Envy, Glutton, Pride, Wrath, Sloth, and Greed all joined the Lust that was already rolling around inside of the orc, building on him, empowering him. He twisted it together, dragging it into an unholy blessing, something that Ornar would be able to carry with him.

And then, he severed it.

Not from the orc, but from himself. He cut the power that he gave, ensuring that it would stay with Ornar even if something happened to him. It wouldn't be retracted, wouldn't have the same problem of a spell ending when some wizard died. This was something that Ornar would carry with him until someone ripped it from him or the orc gave it away. Something that, he hoped, would be a lot harder to convince the orc to do in the days to come.

Ornar sat up, blinking, his eyes glowing for a moment before the light subsided.

"What...what did you just do?"

"I made you the first Archdemon."

"The hell is that?"

"Someone that can carry out the plans that we have. Someone that can make sure that nothing else goes wrong. Someone that can defend the realm of Lust if something happens to me."

"...It's official, then."

"Probably." Dusk patted the orc on the shoulder. "Get back to your onsen. Just in case, make sure that nobody can take it from you. Make sure that the realm of Lust stays safe, as I promised."

"..."

"Go."

"Stay strong, Master."

The orc left. Not through the door, but through a portal that he managed to open on his own. Dusk nodded his goodbyes, and then laid down on the bed. Being alone was...strange, particularly after such an intense night of being bound together like that. He crossed his hands together, staring up at the ceiling of the bedroom, and he imagined what would happen once the day had fully arrived.

With the Seal...with THAT...

He didn't know what would happen to him, didn't know what would happen in the coming hours, but he knew that it wasn't going to be good. All he knew for sure was that he had done everything that he could to prepare for the worst, and it would have to be enough. Lust would be a bastion in Hell, something that was empowered and should be able to hold out against whatever forces were thrown against it, provided that Heaven didn't throw its own weight around in Hell. Greed...that was a weird one, but he hoped against hope that there would be sane minds that would see the positives that he had brought and fight against those that would try and upset it. Gluttony...that was the worst toss-up, and he knew better than to count on things there, but there might be at least a token resistance to going back to the old ways.

And then there's the other side...

Pride was a write-off with Selene's father running things. Sloth was all but a nothing entity. Envy did what it did, and nobody knew what would happen there. And Wrath...

He didn't know what would happen here.

Until the knock came. He called for whoever it was to come in, and Lord Jarrah opened the door.

"They're coming," the Tasmanian Devil said, and then the room turned to fire and thunder.

The End

Summary: Dusk and Ornar have a night to remember, and Dusk comes up with a what-if that might preserve a few things.

Tags: M/M, Anal, Power Bottom, Submission, Rimming, Teasing, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Orc, Cat, Reversal, Hell, Demon, Series, Modern Fantasy, Magic,