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Niya asked, “Did Mara know she was going to die?”

“Yeah,” Nerai replied. “The whole way down.”

The dragon coiled his fingers around a cold bottle of beer, hovered it awkwardly against his hip. One foot rested against a solid white doorframe, the other planted on the floor. Intently, Nerai stared at Niya, who washed dishes five feet away. His stare was not returned.

“I’m sorry,” Nerai muttered, almost to himself. “I… I didn’t think this job would be so intense. Maybe I shouldn’t even tell you about it.”

Niya’s maw scrunched. They placed down her sponge and snapped, “Well, we told you.” They pinched the bridge of her nose. “Kazimir and I made clear everything that would happen to you. And you still went for it.”

Nerai swished his beer, tapped his draconic claws on the ground. He said, “I know.”

“We told you about the Council. We told you they’re scam artists. We told you about how much it…” They paused. “We told you how much it hurts to take a soul.”

“I know.”

“It eats at you. Little by little, this work eats at you,” Niya breathed. “I’ve seen it happen to so many people, Nerai.”

“I know.”

“But you don’t know,” Niya shot back. “I’ve been here for centuries, and–”

Nerai spread his hands wide, exclaimed: “Right! And now you can be here for centuries more. I’m paying all your debt, right? At least something good came of this.”

Niya then stopped, glanced backward at their beloved, and said: “I’m not worried about myself, idiot. I’m worried about you.” They sighed. “What is it, hm? Do you like the Council now? Do you think they’re doing the right thing?”

“Of course not!” Nerai exclaimed. “I just – I went through so much just to make it back here. I’ve taken two souls already. For all of us.”

Niya raised an eyebrow, asked: “Do you expect me to thank you?”

“No, I–”

“To thank you for sacrificing yourself for me, even when I didn’t ask?” They gritted her teeth. “Am I supposed to be happy about losing you?”

Nerai’s expression turned tender. He gripped his bottle tighter as he said, “You didn’t lose me. I’m right here.”

“And in a century? Maybe two? You won’t be,” Niya pouted. “The Council’s power hollows out your soul. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. It always changes you. Always.”

“But thus far,” Nerai argued, “the changes have been positive. I can… I can transform my body now. And I can make people bow to my will, no problem, with only a few words. It’s a positive.”

Niya sighed. “You’re not listening,” they said, and turned to face Nerai. Suds covered their furred hands. “You went against my wishes. You sold your soul. And now… you expect sympathy for the work the Council makes you perform?” They shook her head. “No, no… I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

Off to the side, Kazimir smacked their lips, sipped gently on a can of soda. Wrinkles criss-crossed the area under their eyes, as if they hadn’t slept. They said, “Niya… you need to stop. We should support Nerai while he’s still here.”

“And let him turn into a monster? Turn into Francis?” Niya shot back.

“I’m mourning, too,” Kazimir said. Their face was downtrodden, clearly exhausted. “But… Nerai deserves our support. Even now.”

Awkward silence then pervaded the room as the trio marinated in their mutual despair. Rage and sadness mingled in Nerai’s chest. He nearly cracked his bottle with his grip.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry,” Nerai muttered. A leaden ball seemed to bury itself in his chest. “I know I crossed a line. A big one, for both of you. I just… I wanted to make sure that we’re all safe.” A pause, and then: “I… I want to find a way to make this right.”

Kazimir gave Nerai a tender glance, gently stroked his arm. “I know you do,” they cooed, and then stared at the floor. “But, Nerai… the Council is inescapable."

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Gaseous, flaming masses shot from Nerai’s fingertips like shotgun pellets. Zooming outward thirty feet, they dotted the fabric-coated torso of a training dummy and sizzled against its thin exterior.

Nerai then sucked in air through his teeth, coalescing smoky air between his palms. Another large fireball acquiesced there, churning, about the size of a soccer ball, before careening toward the same dummy. Unexpectedly, the fireball then struck the dummy’s head, knocking it clean off. Nerai cringed.

“I hope I don’t have to pay for that,” he breathed, and reached into his backpack. There, he uncapped a small water bottle and held it to his parched lips. Nerai did not need much water these days; at this point, he needed only one bottle daily.

Nerai then frowned, dropped his water bottle onto the clay floor, and poked around at his stomach. His tum was noticeably chubbier since he’d become an employee for the Council; yet ironically, the contents of his stomach had become amorphous. His once-distinct guts had melted into a mess of mushy demonic energy, as if his soul were coated in a thick layer of fat.

“I’ve changed,” Nerai mumbled to himself. And by all accounts, he would’ve been happy to see these changes only a month prior; now, however, they felt like a death knell. With every shift, Nerai became one step closer to losing himself.

Nerai snarled at the thought. Losing himself? No, no. Nerai could never lose himself. He was himself. How could he lose something which was right in front of him?

Nerai then dug a claw within his tattered bag, removed a weathered cardboard case. Inside laid a set of tarot cards, thin and weather-beaten.

During his time as a magician, Nerai had brandished this deck many times. Childrens’ birthday parties were a particularly popular occasion; with a flick of his wrist, he’d guarantee each child a positive fortune. Hell, he’d even performed the same trick for girls he wanted to date. In college, he’d made some particularly pitiful attempts at garnering their interest.

The tarot box was almost coming apart now. Truthfully, Nerai felt quite sad to see the last remnant of his old life fade. Slowly, he teased a single card from within its flimsy tomb. And with a huff, he then turned the card to face himself, only to be met with a faded illustration of Death.

“Yeah, okay,” Nerai huffed, and placed the card back in its packaging. “That’s enough for now.”

As Nerai then packed his card away, he suddenly noticed movement in his periphery. The dragon snapped his neck to look, only to notice three figures enter the otherwise empty shooting range.

Nerai quickly stuffed his deck into his bag, dropped the bag onto the ground. Much to his chagrin, those three figures seemed to be staring at him. Moreover, they blocked the only exit.

“Fuck,” Nerai breathed. His legs locked, his breathing sped, as he attempted to discern who these demons were. He’d never seen them before, that much was obvious; he remained fairly certain, however, that they were not friendly.

“This the guy?” one figure asked. His voice was calm, casual, as he flicked a cigarette to the ground. The man’s frame was gargantuan, mammoth, and towered over Nerai’s puny body. Spindling ringed horns spouted from his scaled head, a leathery hard exterior covering every inch of him. Large, clunky claws poked from his hands; somehow, the monster had still managed to lift a cigarette.

Next to him stood a similarly statured woman – an equine. “Looks it,” she said. “It’s not like there are many magic dragons around here.”

“Alright. What’s his aura?” the monster asked. Nerai could now discern a strong Cockney accent on his voice. “Is he powerful?”

The equine smacked her lips, shifted her hoof. Even from a distance, Nerai could see her thick haunches poking from beneath a side-cut dress. In a low voice, she said: “Don’t worry. His body’s not even done transforming. If I were to guess, he’s only had three souls’ share.”

Nerai furrowed his brow. “Actually, I’ve only gotten two,” he announced, and tapped his foot. “Now, do y’all wanna explain why you’re talking about me like I’m not here? It’s kinda rude.”

The monster rolled his eyes. “Are you serious now?” he asked, and turned to his comrades. “Guys, I don’t think this bloke knows us.”

Nerai groaned. “Ohhhh my god,” he said, and buried his head in his hands. “No, I don’t know you. I don’t know any of you, and I really don’t want to.”

The monster raised an eyebrow. He opened his mouth to speak, but Nerai interrupted him.

The dragon barked: “All of you, look. I’ve had a really shitty day, and I’m really tired. If y’all are gonna mug me or something, can y’all just get it over with so I can go home?” Nerai then huffed, balled his fists. “I’m just not in the mood for this.”

The horse guffawed at Nerai’s explosive demeanor. She said, “You have a loud mouth for such a puny dragon. And a wingless one, no less.” She then turned to her side, gave a small nod to the final remaining demon – a skinny boy next to her. He wore a choker and hung his head low, as if bored. The equine’s nod prompted his elf-like ears to perk.

“Go on,” the equine ordered. “Neutralize him.”

Hearing those words, Nerai quickly jumped into fighting stance. Within only a few seconds, a fireball had coalesced within his claws… and promptly fizzled out.

Nerai nearly did a double take. Once again, he attempted to make a fireball… but it didn’t catch. Those familiar wisps simply wouldn’t form. Like prey, Nerai then glanced fearfully at the party across from him. The stringy boy stood with his hand outstretched now, his eyes aglow with a faint green light.

“Done,” the boy chirped. “Now we can talk.”

Futilely, Nerai lowered his hands. “Okay,” he breathed. “That’s a really nice trick. Nixing my powers. But maybe next time, don’t make it sound like you’re going to kill me if you just want to talk.”

“Well,” the horse cooed, “killing you is not off the table. It all depends on how this goes.” She then pointed at herself and explained, “My name is Jolyne.” She then pointed at the monster, said: “This deathclaw is Danny. And the scrawny one is River.”

Nerai scrunched his maw. “Deathclaw?” he echoed. “Like from Fallout?”

“Yeah,” Danny said dejectedly. “Like from Fallout.”

“Why.”

Offended at the question, Danny replied: “Because they’re badass.”

“Okay.” Nerai then shook his head, straightened his posture. “Well, I’m Nerai. Nerai the Red-Marked. I’m a… dragon. And a lust demon.”

Danny awkwardly twiddled his claws, said: “We already know all that.”

“Then what the fuck do you want?” Nerai spat. “I’m a busy guy, and you’ve caught me on the worst day ever. So please make this quick.”

Seemingly annoyed with Nerai’s bravado, Jolyne took a step forward. Her blood-red stilettos clacked against the clay tile of the training grounds. She said, “The problem is, Nerai… you’ve taken something from us. Two souls which were meant to be ours.”

Nerai raised an eyebrow. “What are you… you mean Steven and Mara?” A small chuckle. “Look,” he said, “I’m sorry to tell you this, but I earned those souls fair and square. I even got the Council’s permission. Hell, I have the paperwork at home if you want to see it.”

Jolyne’s expression soured. Disgust made her lips curl downward, her ears tucked against her head. “I’m aware that you received official permission,” she explained. “But you didn’t receive our permission. LDO’s permission.”

“Wait. So you’re not with the Council?” Nerai asked. His shoulders dropped, his eyes squinted, as he attempted to discern their affiliation. “What’s, uh… LDO?”

River clicked their tongue, looked at Jolyne for guidance. A faint green light still danced around their fingertips as they asked, “Is this guy serious?”

Rage thus bubbled within Nerai’s chest. He threw his hands in the air and yelped, “Of course I’m serious! Since when am I expected to know every demon in Hell?” He beckoned outward, growled: “This is, like, the third time this has happened. Why do I keep attracting weird-ass demons?”

For just a moment, the four demons were stuck in an awkward standoff. Genuinely, Jolyne had assumed everyone in Hell had heard of LDO. Especially those who had official dealings with the Council.

“Okay,” Jolyne huffed, and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay, Nerai. If you really don’t know who we are – which, judging by your dopey exterior, is likely – I’ll tell you. But only once.”

Nerai frowned. “Dopey?” he pouted.

Jolyne continued, “We’re members of LDO. LDO is the largest soul syndicate in Hell.” A triumphant smile. “We put claims on high-value souls as they become available from the Council. These claims are unofficial, of course… so it pays to check with us for permission before taking a contract.”

Nerai asked, “So you’re scalpers?”

“I consider us a union,” Jolyne replied. “A very, very well-maintained union.”

Another moment of silence. Nerai tapped his foot, said: “So… I took souls you’d claimed, right? But it was completely accidental. I didn’t even know you guys existed.” He scoffed. “I mean, I guess next time I’ll consult y’all, if you really want.”

Jolyne smacked her lips at Nerai’s flippant response. “That’s not enough,” she said. “It’s LDO policy that repeat offenders be punished. Especially when they steal high-value cargo.” She then looked Nerai up and down, added: “Normally, this would entail a beating. But in your case, I’d like it if we could come to a… different agreement. Seeing as we’d be taking your services for free.”

Nerai scrunched his maw. “Is this because I’m a lust demon?” he asked. He then glanced at Jolyne’s thick thighs, Danny’s outrageous muscles. “Because… I might be amenable to what you’re suggesting, if that’s the case..”

Jolyne smiled. “Good,” she said. “Frankly, I was hoping we’d come to an agreement like this. Violence is so gauche.” She then sighed, added: “And I’ve been looking for a good lay, anyhow.”

Danny, too, released a sigh. His shoulders visibly relaxed as he grumbled, “Damn it. I’ve barely gotten to bust any heads in the last month.”

“And yet you still get paid,” River remarked, then lowered their hand. The green embers died and fell from their arm, their suspicions seemingly satisfied. “So, are we all settled?” they asked. “We have somewhere to be in an hour, so we should make this quick.”

“Wait, h–here?” Nerai sputtered, and bit his lip. “I had assumed y’all had a better place to fuck than… here.”

Jolyne sighed. She said, “In case you’ve forgotten, it’s either this or we rip your arms off. Choose.”

“Great, so I choose sex,” Nerai blathered, and immediately disrobed. Awkwardly, he ripped off his pants, shirt, and shoes, throwing each to the side. Embarrassingly, his claw got caught on his pants as he removed them, forcing him to hop up-and-down as he struggled to break free.

Leaning over to their posse, River asked: “Are we sure this guy is a criminal?”

Jolyne responded, “He seems like more of a doofus than anything.”

“Looks like a third-rate magician,” Danny commented. “It’s kinda cute, in a pathetic way.”

Having successfully kicked his pants to the side, Nerai then stood triumphantly with his claws in the air. Between his outrageously thick thighs dangled his lavender package, swaying gently in the humid Hellish air. “Alright!” he called. “I’m ready to pay my debts!”

It took all of Jolyne’s power not to laugh at the display. A devilish smile rose to her maw as she then said: “I admire your enthusiasm. Let’s get this over with, then.” And with a snap, the trio’s clothes then disappeared in plumes of smoke.

“Now…” Jolyne breathed. “Since you’re the resident lust demon, I’ll do you a favor and leave it to you to decide. How would you like to proceed?”

Nerai was quite embarrassed by the question. He gripped his arm, looked away, and said: “Oh, wow. I, uh… want to be double teamed? I guess?”

Danny raised his brow, replied: “I’ve never seen a lust demon so… unconfident.”

“Yeah,” River added, picking at their nails. “You talk like a mortal.”

Blush rose to Nerai’s cheeks. Inexplicably, he could feel himself growing aroused at their derision. “I’m not a mortal!” he spewed. “I’m a dragon, and I have–”

Clearly disinterested in Nerai’s little speech, Jolyne then nodded at Danny. “Go on, Danny,” she ordered. “Bring him over here. I’m sick of hearing him talk.”

“W–wait!” Nerai cried. He raised his claws over his head, near-cowering as Danny marched forward. “What happened to me making the decisions?”

Danny then smiled, gripped Nerai’s shoulder. His frame towered over Nerai’s puny body, absolutely dwarfing him in comparison. Chiseled pecs and well-defined biceps rippled beneath a thick layer of brown, leathery skin. Atop his head sat a crown of horns, nearly as sharp as his protruding fangs.

The deathclaw growled, “Son, I don’t think you’re in any spot to make decisions for yourself.” A wink, and then: “This is your punishment, remember? Just relax. We’re chill.”

Without warning, Danny then grasped Nerai’s pudgy hips and lifted the dragon over his shoulder. Nerai had never been so thoroughly manhandled before; he left the ground with a pathetic yelp, kicking his feet as they were quickly raised into the air.

“H–hey!” Nerai chirped. “I can walk myself! This isn’t necessary.”

Nonchalantly, Danny let loose a chuckle. His feet pounded against the hardened clay as he carried the dragon back to his group. “It’s not necessary, sure,” Danny teased. “But judging by how hard you are, it’ll make our jobs a whole lot easier.”

And alas, Danny was correct. Nerai was now full-mast in front of three ravenous demons. He could feel himself throb faintly against Danny’s broad shoulder, slipping down as Danny dumped him on the hard ground at Jolyne’s hooves.

Without hesitation, Jolyne then planted a pristine hoof on Nerai’s chest. Like a predator, she glanced down at the helpless dragon beneath her. At this angle, Nerai could just barely see up her dress; he pretended not to notice.

“I–if you must know, I am a fully capable demon,” Nerai sputtered. “Those two souls I’ve taken… they’ve made me strong. Very strong. I’m due a little respect, okay?”

Of course, Nerai doubted those words even as he said them. The trio of dominant demons didn’t bat an eye.

“I’ve taken three thousand souls,” Jolyne replied. “River has taken four thousand. Danny here is one thousand five hundred strong.” A smug grin. “You’re nothing but a petty thief.”

Nerai cracked a nervous smile. He said, “I used to be a magician, actually.” A small cough as Jolyne’s hoof sunk into his ribcage. “Maybe if you ask nicely, I can make your friend Danny disappear inside of me.”

Much to his chagrin, the deathclaw then chuckled at Nerai’s joke. Danny’s cock swung like a pendulum above Nerai’s maw as he threw his head back, laughed heartily into the dry air. “Well, what do you know?” he said. “The boy’s got jokes. Let’s see if he can tell them while sucking my cock, hm?”

Jolyne then shot a side eye in Danny’s direction, quipped: “That’s cute. Really. But I’d never let you get first dibs. So get your claws off my prize, hm?”

“Your prize?” River asked, and pouted: “You buffoons wouldn’t have laid a finger on him without me. If anyone’s gonna get the first go, it’s me.”

And so the trio bickered. Jolyne stuck a finger in Danny’s chest; River raised their hands in exasperation, blathering about who’d gotten first dibs last time. Danny’s tail swept impatiently over the tile, his arms crossed.

Meanwhile, Nerai stared awkwardly from beneath Jolyne’s hoof. Subtly, he shifted his head to the side, staring up at Jolyne’s abdomen.

Fuck, just the sight of Jolyne’s slit made Nerai salivate. A thick coat of brown fur covered the equine from head-to-toe, accentuating her fat haunches and thick ass. Her boobs swayed gently above as Jolyne fervently argued her case to her companions. As if staring up at the body of an angel, Nerai hoped this moment would never end.

His gaze then shifted to River, who – strangely – was the first bona fide humanoid he’d seen in Hell. After so long in Hell, he almost found their smooth body exotic.

Tattoos criss-crossed River’s body. Intricate thorn-like shapes draped over their collarbone, dripping down onto their stomach, their arms. Black tendrils crawled up their neck, constricted their back, and crowned their bare package like a laurel.

Wow, Nerai thought. They have a small penis for a demon.

“Fine,” Jolyne announced, breaking Nerai’s focus. “I trust we’ve all come to a suitable agreement.”

Danny nodded, said: “Works for me.” River did the same. And, suddenly, Jolyne had released the dragon from under her hoof. Shakily, Nerai then stood, brushed himself off. A dirty hoof-shaped imprint remained on his chest.

Embarrassedly, Nerai then admitted: “Okay, so… I didn’t listen to anything y’all said.” A small chuckle. “So, uh… what’s going on?”

River sighed, said: “Well, Nerai… the truth is, we couldn’t agree on who would get to fuck you first.”

“Oh.”

“...So, we’ve just decided to all fuck you at once.”

“...Oh!”

River then nodded at Danny, motioned to Nerai’s little body. “Okay, pick him up,” they ordered, and watched eagerly as the deathclaw’s claws sunk into Nerai’s doughy hips. “Gods, I can’t wait for this,” River said, clearly savoring the view. “I haven’t gotten laid in days.”

Danny then lifted Nerai effortlessly into the air, resting his plump ass and narrow back against his palms. And there Nerai hovered, parallel with the ground, staring helplessly upward at his captors’ smiling faces.

In only an instant, River had eclipsed Nerai’s view. They then stroked along their little prick, licking their lips as they hovered their drippy package over Nerai’s maw. Their chest glistened with a thin layer of sweat, their pinkish nipples perked.

“Wait, y–you’re gonna spitroast me?” Nerai sputtered. “I guess I should’ve guessed, haha.” He then looked around, asked: “Wait, what’s the horse gonna do?”

Jolyne, however, was already kneeled at Nerai’s side. She calmly tied her hair back, smacked her cherry-red lips, as she gazed hungrily at Nerai’s dick. Her intentions were obvious.

“Just lay back and enjoy yourself,” Jolyne cooed. “But don’t cum too quickly, hm? A lust demon ought to sate my cravings fully.”

Nerai chuckled nervously, replied: “I’m in danger.”

River then began by thrusting themselves forward, gently docking themselves inside of Nerai’s draconic maw. With utmost care, they avoided his sharp incisors.

River let out a sigh as Nerai then cradled their glans with his long tongue. Frankly, Nerai had never tasted such a sweet cock before; the overwhelming scent of petrichor and roses tickled his nostrils, mixed with the gentle sour scent of precum.

River was hardly big enough to reach Nerai’s palate, let alone his throat. But nonetheless, they began to hump pathetically against Nerai’s wet maw, their skinny ass tensing with every throb of their glans. Nerai sighed contentedly as he huffed that sweet musk, swallowing every drop of River’s lust.

At the same time, Danny prepared themselves to enter Nerai’s backside. Spitting in his claws, the deathclaw then rubbed tenderly along his spiked length. No mortal could ever take his cock without bursting; it measured a full foot in length, thicker than a man’s fist. Nerai, however, was a professional.

Gripping Nerai’s squirming hips, his kicking legs, Danny then slid himself inside Nerai for the first time. The dragon’s tail stiffened and wagged as Danny pressed himself against Nerai’s plump ass, spreading him wide, leveraging the dragon’s hips against his own.

Danny groaned. His spined cock flared on Nerai’s little prostate, sending a tiny spurt of precum from Nerai’s twitching dick. Jolyne eyed it hungrily.

Slowly, Jolyne then began planting tender kisses along Nerai’s glans, his shaft, working her way downward to his package. Jolyne could feel his balls churn excitedly under her lips, his cock jumping as his prostate was thoroughly battered. Red lipstick marks soon covered Nerai’s package in its entirety, smudged by Jolyne’s wet lips, before finally plunging beyond them.

Jolyne hummed, remarked: “Nerai, you taste amazing.”

Futilely, Nerai attempted to respond… but his mouth was plugged. He could hardly breathe at this point; River pressed their pelvis flush against Nerai’s maw again and again, hunched over his head, groaning as they jackhammered Nerai’s mouth. Nerai swirled his long tongue along the grooves of their cock again and again, milking them, handily sipping every drop of their lust.

“Fuck…” River breathed. “He’s – mph – really good at this. Lust demons don’t fuck around.”

“Tell me about it,” Danny joked. His spiked tail smacked excitedly on the ground. “Damn, he’s the tightest I’ve had in ages.”

Finally sick of teasing, Jolyne then affixed her lips tightly around Nerai’s glans; she could feel the dragon grow and flare in her mouth, muffled moans rising from Nerai’s throat. Truthfully, it was a bit difficult for her to situate herself correctly against Nerai’s pelvis; but eventually, she was able to match the mutual rhythm of Danny and River. As Danny thrust inward, Nerai’s cock plunged deep within Jolyne’s throat; and as River did the same, it thrusted outward. Jolynr barely even had to move.

Nerai, predictably, was ecstatic to be taken advantage of by three people at once. He could hardly see past River’s groin; briefly, he caught glimpses of their jaw, hung open in pleasure. Their little prick pulsed against Nerai’s muscled tongue, wetting his palate with sticky lust. That precum stretched in tendrils between his lips, sticking to River’s groin like vines as they pulled away.

River whimpered. In truth, this was the best head they’d gotten in quite a long time. There laid a certain appeal in mindlessly humping Nerai’s coiled tongue; it made them feel comfortably lesser, like a feral animal seeking release. Impaled on Danny’s cock, Nerai continually lurched forward onto River, his hot breath tumbling from his nostrils onto River’s churning package.

“I–I’m getting close,” River breathed. “Mmmph, he feels too good…”

The deathclaw guffawed. “Close already?” he teased. “I could go all day.”

“Oh, sh–shut up!” River exclaimed. “He’s doing this thing with his tongue. I can’t stop. It – mmph – feels too good.”

Coiling his tongue prehensile entirely around River’s length, Nerai then constricted his grip. Immediately, the scrawny demon began to squirm and gasp. Their ass visibly tensed, their core bent awkwardly over Nerai’s jutting chin.

River winced, whined as they then plunged themselves inside Nerai’s maw one last time. And with a labored gasp, River emptied themselves entirely within Nerai’s mouth. That warm, sour cum coated Nerai’s palate, stuck to his teeth, and tumbled down his throat like a shot of whiskey.

Moreover, that lust handily plugged Nerai’s windpipe. While Nerai had partially abandoned his need for oxygen since becoming a demon, he was certainly pushing it with this encounter. After several minutes without a single clear breath, his mind began to grow hazy. His limbs stopped their fervent, pleasured twitching; his eyes rolled back into his head. Hell, even his groin stopped bucking into Jolyne’s maw.

And unexpectedly, as naturally as breathing, Nerai then felt a profound pleasure bursting throughout his abdomen. Blossoming like a flower, it overtook him, transforming his once-still body into a writhing, groaning mess.

Jolyne, being an expert pervert, had no trouble drinking every last drop of Nerai’s resultant load. She suctioned her still-reddened lips around the base of his cock, manipulating his flared glans with her equine tongue, and patiently milked him against the back of her tight, wet throat. Her eyes half-lidded, she savored the fruits of her labor – that wet, savory lust, the subtle contractions of Nerai’s balls.

In turn, Nerai’s ass squeezed tightly around Danny’s length. Every contraction threatened to send the cocky deathclaw over the edge. Danny winced, biting his lip as he struggled not to orgasm.

“D–damn it!” he whined. “I can hardly hold back!”

“Yeah?” River teased, still catching their breath. “Now who’s finishing quickly?”

“Piss off!” Danny exclaimed, still thrusting heartily into Nerai’s pudgy ass. “I’m serious. The way he’s squeezing me, I… ah!”

Danny’s claws then dug into Nerai’s round hips, hugging the boy close. With each thrust, Danny’s cock bulged from Nerai’s stomach. The deathclaw’s gargantuan balls churned as they slapped against Nerai’s helpless backside, then contracted as he finally came. A waterfall of cum then exploded from Nerai’s asshole, coating Danny’s lower half in viscous white semen. The monster let out a fierce roar, his cock flaring against Nerai’s inflated stomach, as his lust pooled around his own feet.

Surprised at the sudden torrent, River jumped backward. “Jesus!” they yelled. “Danny, your cum’s getting fucking everywhere!”

“I–I can’t stop,” Danny bellowed, clearly embarrassed. “Fuck, I’m cumming so much. It feels so good, I’m sorry…”

Jolyne, however, did not seem to care that her hooves were now steeped in semen. With a smack of her lips, she elegantly pulled her lips away from Nerai’s cock, then stepped away to observe her handiwork. Intently, she watched as Nerai sputtered on a glob of River’s jizz, the last of Danny’s cum seeping from his stretched asshole.

“Great,” Jolyne remarked, and licked her lips. “He’s still alive.”

If Nerai could’ve spoken, however, he might’ve denied the assertion. His vision was blurry, his ears wonky, as if he perceived the world through a thick layer of cotton. Absently, tendrils of cum and drool snaked themselves onto the ground from his maw.

With a belabored grunt, Danny then released his grip on Nerai’s thighs. “Okay,” he breathed, seemingly exhausted by his own orgasm. “Okay, I think I’m done. I’m done cumming.”

“Good,” Jolyne cooed, and shook some residual cum from her hoof. “Then set the boy down, hm? Preferably not in your… puddle.” She then pointed limply at a nearby bench, ordered: “There. Put him there. We still have things to talk about.”

And, like uncorking a wine bottle, Danny removed himself from Nerai’s ass. A second wave of cum then poured outward, deflating Nerai’s near-elastic stomach, and plopped unceremoniously to the ground. River struggled to contain their disgust.

“Wow,” they remarked. “Danny, I always forget how much you cum.”

Casually, Danny draped the near-comatose dragon over his shoulder. He replied: “Well, I didn’t become a deathclaw for nothing.”

The trio then trudged over to the nondescript bench, laid Nerai on top of it. As Nerai’s body met its wooden support, he coughed up yet another dribble of semen. It trailed down his chin, followed by desperate coughs and gasps.

“O–ohhhhhhhh.” Nerai’s eyes then slowly opened, his lips gaping and closing like a drowned fish. “Oh lord. O–oh loooord,” he stammered. “I haven’t been fucked like that in… forever.”

“Really?” Jolyne teased. She eyed the prone demon intensely. “You don’t get fucked like that at home? What a sad life for a lust demon.” A pause, then: “I’m just kidding, by the way.”

Nerai frowned. In a weak, scratchy voice, he pouted: “No, you’re right… or whatever. Kazimir and Niya and I aren’t really having sex right now.” A sniffle, and then: “Wait, you don’t even know them. I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m sorry. Just ignore me.”

The mention of those names, however, caused Jolyne to freeze. She raised an eyebrow, glanced at her companions, and asked: “Nerai… could you repeat what you just said?”

Nerai tossed and turned, attempting to sit up straight. “I dunno,” he slurred. “It’s my… it’s my wives, they’re… they’re mad at me.”

“Right,” Jolyne said. “But what were their names?”

Nerai sniffled. A drop of cum leaked from his nose as he muttered, “Kazimir and Niya. They’re, uh… my mentors.” A cough. “And also my partners, I guess. But who knows for how long.”

Jolyne’s blood ran cold at those names. “Fuck,” she echoed. She then turned to her friends, barked: “Did y’all hear that?”

“I sure did,” Danny replied. He hung his head, arms crossed, as he said: “Fuck. If they’re the same ones, then this is gonna be real hard to explain.”

River chirped: “Damn it. Are you serious? Is our pay gonna get docked?”

“More than docked,” Jolyne explained. A hint of panic colored her voice. “If this guy’s telling the truth… then this could be really bad.” A moment of silence, and then: “Fuck. This could actually be really bad.”

Nerai was beginning to stir now, finally regaining his consciousness amidst the sudden panic. His mouth still tasted of semen as he asked, “Wait, wait… do you know Kazimir and Niya?”

“Me?” Jolyne asked. Her tail swished nervously behind her. “No, I don’t know them. None of us do.”

Nerai raised an eyebrow, swallowed. He asked, “So what’s the big deal?”

Danny then puckered his lips, explained: “LDO has a policy. We’re not allowed to interact in any way with some of the demons around here… they’re bad business.” A sigh. “Kazimir the Alighted and Niya of Beit Jala are off-limits. Both of them, and their close associates.”

Nerai smiled. He asked, “Wait, wait. Really? Does that mean I’m… off the hook?”

Jolyne scowled, replied: “Yes, you’re off the hook, you little twerp.” A groan. “But we are not. We’re going to have to explain to our superiors why we just punished someone on our blacklist.”

Nerai breathed a sigh of relief, reclined on the bench. “Oh wow, what a weight off my back,” he said. “I was worried I’d have to deal with this again, haha. I mean, no offense, y’all are wonderful, but…”

River scowled. “Oh, shut it!” they exclaimed, then turned to Jolyne. “Really, Jolyne. Tell me. How bad is this?”

“Pretty bad,” Jolyne admitted. She then shot a glance at Nerai, added: “Although, I suppose we could avoid punishment if Nerai here decided to not tell anyone.”

Nerai’s eyes lit up. “Oh, blackmail!” he exclaimed, and clapped his hands excitedly. “Great, now I get to blackmail you. I’m so happy.” He then cleared his throat, asked: “Okay. So let’s begin by filling me in. Why are Kazimir and Niya blacklisted? Why can’t they be targeted by you?”

The trio, surprised by Nerai’s sudden inquisition, looked worriedly at each other. Jolyne then broke the silence, replied: “We really don’t know. But they’re on the list for a reason.”

“Okay,” Nerai replied, a finger on his lip. “Next question. And this is kind a long shot, but…” He gulped. “Do you know of any way I could… stop… changing my body?” A frown. “Like, maybe I could still take souls for the Council, but… not change at all? I’m kinda worried about losing myself.”

River frowned. “What a stupid question,” they said. “What you’re looking for is a miracle. Taking souls changes you no matter what.”

“Okay,” Nerai said. “Okay, okay.” For a moment, Nerai then rubbed his temples. “Tell me this, then… where are your superiors?”

The trio once again glanced at each other incredulously. Jolyne barked, “Look, Nerai. If you’re looking to meet them, that’s out of the question. They want nothing to do with you. Or your… mentors.” She then sighed, added: “Let’s just leave things here, okay? We’ll leave. You won’t hear from us again.”

“But your bosses are really connected to soul… harvesting… stuff, right?” Nerai asked. “Maybe they’ll know if I can slow the way it corrupts my body. Or reverse it.”

“They won’t,” River replied. “It’s impossible.”

“But I still have to try,” Nerai said. “No one else around here can tell me about how souls work. This might be my only chance.” He then sighed, added: “If Kazimir and Niya are right, my days are numbered now. If I can find some way to stop that, then… I gotta pursue it.”

Nerai then spread his palms wide, as if pleading to the trio. “Please,” he said. “Just let me talk to your boss. Or bosses. Whatever. I don’t care how dangerous it is. I just need to know whether I’m… fixable. And if I’m not, then I’ll leave. No questions asked.” A pause, then: “Also, I’ll tell your bosses you raped me unless you take me there. So, what do you think?”

In response, Jolyne shot a horrified glance at Danny, who then passed one on to River. None of them seemed to know what to do.

Jolyne smacked her lips and said, “Promise you won’t fuck things up for us.”

“Of course,” Nerai replied. He then smiled and extended his claws for a handshake. “From now on, you can consider me a business partner.”