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The Devil May Care

Part 7

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon

"Ah, ah. Oh, sir...ah!"

Seraph's soft moans were all the more enjoyable considering that Dusk was half-forcing them out of the big bull. The fallen angel groaned, his wings pulled in tight to his back, his eyes closed as he ground his face against the limo seat as he was taken from behind. To Dusk, it was just what he wanted to see. Perfect subservience, obedience, and need all rolled into one, with the bull moaning, his cheeks quivering, his hole sucking on the cat's cock and trying to get it to go deeper even as his ability to speak was ripped from him.

Of course, that was only for the moment. When he was done, when they got to Joe's again, then he would leave Seraph to his own devices while he searched out his own playthings. Something new, perhaps, or maybe a fling that he had had some time ago and could make better now that he had his current powers. Who knew? He had options, now, and that was the most important thing.

Dusk took another breath from the cigar in his mouth as he continued pounding the bull's big, muscular butt. He could feel the hole clenching down on him every time that he bottomed out, and he knew that the cock-addicted bull was going to be blowing his load before long. The leather seats were already stained with the marks of his slut, and he knew that there were going to be more before he actually got the place cleaned.

Mmmph...god, is there anything better than degrading a holy hole?

He chuckled to himself at the line, but didn't stop thrusting away, feeling the bull tensing up, knowing that Seraph was going to blow any second. The silky inner walls of the bull were pulling on him, trying to milk him, but the soul of the Devil Himself controlled many things, and one of those things was his own orgasm. Dusk could keep going however long he wanted without blowing his load, and that was part of his power over the bull. He could fuck longer, harder, deeper, and without any need of a break, and that put him over all the other males that were out there.

In, out, in, out, each thrust making his balls swing forward, each time slapping his against the bull's. Seraph shivered, panting -

And yes, the bull came. Another load on the leather seats of the limo, another blast of unholy cum that would need to be cleaned up later. He grinned to himself, pulling back slowly, dragging his cock back until only the head was inside of the fallen angel. His fingers gripped those muscular ass cheeks, rubbing them and spreading them further, making it all the easier to see the pucker between the cheeks.

"Heh, are you enjoying your master that much?"

"Mmph...you're impossible not...not to enjoy, master..."

"Good. Then you better start riding me again."

"M-Master?"

"Get on my lap. I want to feel that ass bouncing, and I want to see those leaking tits..."

The bull blushed, but did as he was told. The cat sat down on the leather seats, leaning his head back and spreading his arms over the back of the couch-like limo seats, allowing himself to indulge in his power fantasy.

The bull followed him up, never quite sliding off of the cat's cock, and Dusk smirked as he saw the way that Seraph's face immediately started twisting up with pleasure as he started pushing himself back down again. The bull's cock throbbed in an obvious, needy way, and the fallen angel's wings pulled ever tighter against his spine. It was like watching some debauched, needy bitch, and he supposed that was exactly what the muscular bull had become.

He reached up, not to his lover's hips, but rather to his chest, cupping the big pecs and pushing on them a bit. Seraph moaned, but didn't fight it as he started bouncing up and down. Dusk kept rubbing the muscular bulges, making them bounce slightly, making the nipples that much harder before the white stuff started to ooze free. He smiled at the rivers of milk coming from them, watching as it oozed down along the bull's chest.

"You are nothing but a cum cow, these days."

"Mmmph. It's what you made me, master."

"Yes, and you love it."

"Mmmph. Yes, master."

The bull moaned for him, lowing and panting as he rode the cat's cock. Every time that those muscular hips rose and fell, he could feel those tight inner walls pulling, clenching, dragging on his cock. Dusk chuckled, pulling the cigar to his lips again, giving it another hedonistic suck and pulling the smoke into his lungs. He held it, savoring the burn, before slowly puffing it out.

The cat was halfway to orgasm, or at least, the one that he would permit himself, when the limo stopped. The driver knocked on the glass, then pulled it down, his bodyguard and driver looking back at him.

"Hey, boss. We're here."

"Already?"

"Took a few shortcuts."

"Well, aren't you a productive demon..."

Arnis chuckled, pulling his head back into the driver's area and closing the glass barrier. Not a comment on what he and Seraph were doing, either. He wasn't sure if he was glad or offended, but he supposed that there was always going to be some confusion there.

He tapped Seraph on the hip, and the bull immediately slid off of him. Rolling his head around his neck, cracking it a bit as his ears touched his shoulders, he looked out the window. Joe's sign was gleaming in bright neon, and he could see the number of men that were just waiting to get in. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he slid along the seat, tucking his cock back into his pants and making sure that he didn't accidentally zip it into the zipper.

However, rather than just hopping out, he paused. He looked back at Seraph, who was still panting, and then looked at the driver's seat, barely hidden behind the glass. Without even trying, he could sense Arnis up front. Demons bound to him, he realized, as well as fallen angels, were easy to sense even without using the aura. It was almost like they had become part of him, making it all the easier to tell where they were at any given time.

Shaking his head, he stepped out of the car, shutting the door and pulling his trench coat around him. The flapping garment flicked up and down as he rapped his knuckles on the driver's side window. Arnis rolled it down.

"Yes, sir?"

"I'll be having some fun for a while. You and Seraph entertain yourselves while I'm busy."

"I can entertain myself just fine, sir."

"Yeah, but you have permission."

"Sir -"

But Dusk was already moving, leaving the bear behind. He was sure that the pair of them would get along just fine. And besides, where was the demon that could resist teaching an angel a lesson, fallen or not? He chuckled to himself, walking away from the limo and up to the front door, skipping the line just as before.

Hell, even the same orca was there, waiting for him. The bouncer turned from the line to him, the prepared bit of dialogue of how nobody skips the line obviously rising to the big guy's lips, and then just as obviously dying away as recognition returned. Dusk grinned, finding it all the hotter that he had been remembered, and better still, that the orca was sporting some serious wood for him.

"Well, well, well, looks like we have a ringer," the cat said.

"I...I remember you, sir."

"Heh, and here I thought that you might forget me after so little time."

He had to admit, he hadn't forgotten the bouncer over the course of the last week. It had been a bit of a long week, Dusk would be the first to admit, but considering that the orca had been one of the first people that he had used his new powers on, he had made an impression. That, and the orca's body. It was a nice, firm frame, one that screamed masculinity, and that bulge was a nice, big one. Not quite as big as some of the horses that he had seen, but definitely big enough to be worth keeping around.

He smiled to himself, realizing that he had just made a decision.

"What's your name?"

"Peter...My name's Peter."

"Well, Peter, you're taking the night off."

"But -"

"Ah ah. I said, you're taking the night off."

The cat embraced the powers that he had, putting off the aura of the Devil Himself. Lust, Sloth, and a bit of Pride were all weaved together, pouring themselves out of him and into the air, focused entirely on Peter. The orca gasped, standing up a bit straighter as the power settled on him, his cock somehow looking bigger, his eyes wider, his pants that little bit darker from the flow of pre that was getting started down there.

"You're going to call in sick, and then you're going to get in that limo over there," he said, pointing it out. "There's going to be plenty of fun waiting for you in there."

"I...I..."

"You are going to do that, and you're going to do it now before I stop feeling like being nice. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

The orca seemed to crack slightly as he reached for his phone at his waist, and Dusk knew that he had gotten what he wanted out of the big guy. One more partner for the night, one more person for a foursome, at least, in the limo. He chuckled under his breath, walking around the thick-shouldered bouncer, looking forward to what else he might be able to find in the club.

Unfortunately, he found that the whole place was no longer crawling with all the demons that he had been used to seeing. He remembered when he had come by scarcely a week ago, and the walls had been crawling with the shadowy feeders. Today, there was nothing. Nothing but maybe a few scant things that weren't even proper imps, let alone demons.

There was no temptation going on, nobody getting turned to look at the other people around. Everyone was there to either drink or listen to the band, and the band wasn't very good.

Dusk tried to make it feel a bit better by telling himself that he could do the tempting, and that nobody would interfere with him, but that was hardly a consolation prize at this point. It was like he was trying to convince himself that there was nobody that could top him, and he already knew that. He had beaten Lucifer for crying out loud; this was not supposed to be something that he had to prove.

He sighed, shaking his head as he made his way to the bar. At the very least, he supposed, he could start working his way through some vodka. See how it went when he had Gluttony spells on his side, now, where the worst of the alcoholic haze would never actually bother him.

The cat sat down, flaring his coat out behind him before getting comfortable. The few guys at the bar, mostly rats and mice that were looking for tops for the night, glanced at him, but he made sure to glare them off. There was no point in even using the powers of the Devil Himself right at this point, because they were too easy. They were leaving him alone just from a look. God, the hunt was going to be pathetic tonight.

Dusk tried to listen to the band as they played, but they were an amateur group at best, and he could hear a half-dozen flubs in the notes just from the first few measures of their next song. He winced, shaking his head as he pulled his ears down flat, looking down at the drinks that the bartender was bringing him.

"Top shelf?" he asked.

"All we serve."

"Bullshit."

"You calling me a liar?"

"I'm saying you're giving me the cheap stuff." Dusk looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Best stuff. Now."

"You're gonna have to pay for it."

The cat narrowed his eyes yet further, the Devil's aura slowly pouring off of him in the direction of the bat bartender. A few seconds later, the other man crumbled, shaking his head, looking down at the floor.

"Right. The best of the best. Coming right up. On the house."

"That's better."

Dusk sighed, rubbing his forehead. He supposed he was overreacting a bit. It was just that he had been looking forward to a greater pool of people to hunt, not half-desperate or completely desperate rodents that wanted someone to dick them right into the ground. The demons that had been congregating here, imps and feeders and more, had drawn some very attractive crowds in their time, and without them, this place was not quite as rich a hunting ground for his libido as it had been. He was rather disappointed, if he was completely honest with himself.

Sighing, he nursed the next shot glass that was put in front of him, sipping it slowly and gradually letting the vodka burn his taste buds and the inside of his mouth. There was a heat from it that didn't quite come from any of the other alcohols, and the burn continued all the way down his throat as he swallowed it. He shook his head, pushing the glass out of the way for another.

He was just starting to sip his third one, wondering if he should let Gluttony stop pulling the haze away, when he heard the clip-clops of another man behind him. A stallion? Yes, probably. He shook his head, about to go back to his drink, when said stallion tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, I remember you."

"Hmm?"

Dusk was a bit surprised at that. From what he'd seen, there hadn't been anyone in the club that he remembered, and he remembered most people. He slowly turned in his chair, holding the glass to his chest, and then blinked at the sight of the stallion in question.

It was the same one that he had been about to have fun with before that idiot of a pig demon came to bother him. The cat blinked twice, slowly putting the vodka back down on the bar. The bat started to come over to take it, and he put his hand over the glass, shaking his head.

"Leave it," he told the bat, and when the bartender had gone to another stretch of the bar, Dusk turned his attention back to the horse. "Well, at least you're okay."

"Okay?" the horse asked. "I'll have you know I'm fucking hot."

"Heh, well, you are that, but - do you even know -"

"I know what you meant."

"How much do you remember?"

"...Nothing after we walked outside."

That was something, at least. Dusk had every reason to keep the demons and angels a secret from the rest of the world, if only so that there were no rivals out there that might start mixing up their own magics and binding demons to their cause. He had a slight grip on the power structure down in Hell at the moment, and he didn't need other amateur magicians coming around and screwing it up for him.

He gestured to the stool beside him, and the horse sat down. There was a definite bulge in his pants, and the cat imagined that he had been thinking about getting some tail himself while he was out and about. He chuckled. The idea of the horse fucking him was almost ludicrous.

Almost. There was still that hint of him that was curious what a few other people might feel like back there after Lucifer and Brutus Diel had been so good at the job.

But that was for another time. For now, he was more interested in how the stallion remembered anything at all. He called the bat over again, getting another complimentary shot of alcohol, and the horse downed it almost immediately. As he did, Dusk extended his aura again, weaving Lust with a trace of Wrath through it, as well as some Envy and Pride. Just enough to get the horse feeling some righteous indignation about the whole thing, so that he wouldn't hold back, and enough Lust to ensure that the horse didn't want to hurt the cat. Just get fucked by him.

"So, what happened to you?" he asked.

"What happened to me? I should be asking you that," the stallion said, shaking his head as he looked down at his glass. "You and I left, then I woke up in the alley with the hardest of hard-ons, and you, nowhere to be seen. Hell, I was half-sure that you'd mugged me, but I still had all my stuff."

"Heh, trust me, you got the best of the deal," Dusk said, looking down at his drink. "It could have been a lot worse."

"You plan on telling me how?"

"You'd never believe it."

"Try me."

"Then ask a few questions. But keep in mind, there's a price for it."

Smiling, Dusk added a bit more of the sin of Lust to the aura pouring over the stallion, knowing that it was already affecting the big guy, but wanting to pile it on even more. He wanted to make sure that the big man was going to be horny as all get-out when they left the place, more than ready to do what he was told in order to get off.

Already, the stallion's cock was throbbing hard in his pants, the flare just starting to show near his knee in his jeans. There was plenty of cock there for someone that was interested in getting fucked, and plenty there for those that just wanted eye candy. Dusk wasn't sure which he was yet, but he was planning on finding out.

"So? Go ahead."

"Hmmph. What was that thing in the alley with us?"

"You remember something like that?"

"I remember you were staring at someone else besides me. What was it?"

"Heh...a good question..."

And a good way to start this off. He pushed with his aura, and the stallion groaned, his tail rising a bit, showing off that muscular rump, making sure that everything else was completely on display. The cat smiled, watching as that cock throbbed.

"Let's call him a monster," Dusk eventually said. "And let's call me his boss."

"You're sounding like some sort of gang-runner."

"Not quite, but in the ball-park."

"What kind of monster are we talking about?"

"Is that another question?"

"...Maybe."

"I'll need a yes or no on that," Dusk said, chuckling.

"...Fine. Yes."

Another burst of Lust, then. The horse gasped, arching his back on the stool, and his ass pushed out all the more, his tail starting to flag and twitch like a mare in heat, and Dusk could see those ass cheeks twitching like mad, clapping together in those pants. Oh, but there was going to be some fun tonight.

As the horse barely held himself back, the cat answered.

"He was a demon."

"No such thing."

"Quite such a thing."

"Then, what, you're the devil?"

"That a question?"

"...No, that's...that's a guess."

"Heh. That's better. What's your name?"

"..."

"Come now, you've already gotten yourself all riled up. The least you can do is tell me your name."

"...Andrew."

"Well, Andrew. Would it matter to you if I was the Devil Himself?"

"...My brain says yes, my dick says no."

"Well, you might want to listen to your dick." Dusk tossed down the last of his vodka. "Particularly as it's the only thing that is going to be talking tonight."

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean that you're the only man in this bar worth my time, and if you think you're walking out with a bitch instead of being one, you're sadly mistaken."

"That time...that time in the alley...one-time thing..."

"Really?"

The cat smiled as he turned his attention to the horse properly, his eyes meeting Andrew's, his aura flowing free. The Lust was stronger than ever, and it was clear that the horse's body was responding to it, heating up, sweating a bit, his cock throbbing and dripping like some feral in the fields. Dusk watched with a growing smirk as the horse continued to throb and well, his eyes obviously getting wider, his needs getting hotter, his hole feeling more and more empty.

Or at least, that was what Dusk assumed it felt like, considering that the stallion was leaning against the bar and thrusting his ass out as far as he could. The cat reached out, patting the cheeks a few times, making them wobble just a little.

"You want to come back with me?"

"Fuck...fuck..."

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Mmmph..."

"Come with me, that's a good horse..."

He pulled the big guy along by the balls, dragging at the crotch of the stallion's jeans. There were some very shocked rodents watching him as he left the bar, but he supposed they had the right to be surprised. He hadn't picked any of them, and he had taken someone else that was probably a regular top in the area as his bitch.

They were probably going to be a bit annoyed, but eh. Their loss.

He walked back to, then out the front door, walking by the many men that were looking to get their dicks wet or their asses stuffed tonight, and he got the same looks of shock as he had before. The horse was apparently a regular top, and he imagined that Andrew had stuffed his share of holes before tonight. He smiled to himself, imagining how hot it was going to be to have the stallion acting as his slut tonight.

The limo was still, surprisingly; he had expected it to be bouncing with fun, either with Arnis and Seraph having some fun or with the orca that he had sent over starting his own bundle of it. The cat cocked his head to the side, having Andrew wait at the side of the car. He opened the door, peering in.

There was some action, at least. The bull and the orca were having some fun, the latter blowing the former. Arnis, however, was still up in the driver's seat, looking down at a phone screen. Dusk shook his head, walking to the front and rapping on the window. The driver rolled it down.

"Yeah?"

"Why aren't you having fun back there?"

"I tried to tell ya. I'm straight."

"...You're straight?"

"Yeah. Not interested in the dick or some guy's ass."

"You know, I wouldn't have clocked that."

"Yeah. Loyal as hell, but, you know, that's how it is."

Dusk knew that he could change that if he really wanted to. It would be the work of two minutes, perhaps less with the power of the Devil Himself. Yet, there was no real point. Five people would be no better than four, and someone needed to drive the car. Best it be the person that didn't have any real interest in what was going on in the back seat.

"Alright. For now."

"Yeah, yeah."

"We'll head back."

"Soon as you're in, boss."

Shaking his head, the black cat gestured for the horse to step inside. There was a moment of confusion for Andrew, probably from the fact that the back of the limo was bigger than an apartment, while the car itself wasn't anywhere near that size, but the stallion was so high on his own lust that Dusk doubted that he cared for long. As the horse got inside, he followed, already starting to unzip.

Seraph and Peter turned their attention to him as soon as he got into the car and shut the door, and they hit the floor rather than staying on the couch-seat. The black cat shook his head as he sat down, his cock throbbing hard and pointing at them.

"Alright, you three. We'll start with a blowjob. The one that does best gets to have it up their ass, and the others can 'help' until it's their turn."

As the black cat leaned back against the seat, he felt three mouths descend upon his groin. Peter's rubbery beak was down against his balls, gently sucking on them and pulling on them, while Andrew was working right along the head of his shaft. Experienced Seraph was providing the tongue that worked between the two mouths, and was hitting every sensitive spot between the base of his shaft to the bottom of the head.

Dusk leaned his head back, letting out a long, slow sigh of pleasure as he felt them all suddenly working their hardest to get him hard and horny. A few soft moans escaped his lips, and he groaned as he felt them pushing a bit harder, with some competition definitely going on as Andrew started pushing down from the head, trying to edge Seraph out of the competition.

It was all for the good, though. It meant that they were all motivated.

It didn't take long for him to pick Andrew for the first fuck. He had imagined that the horse would get it, and he wanted that muscular rump slamming back against his cock. He chuckled as he nodded at the horse, and watched as Andrew pulled himself out of his clothes in record time. In mere seconds, the horse was naked, his throbbing cock pointing straight ahead, throbbing, thick, and heavy. Huge, really.

"Come up."

That was all he needed to say. The stallion hopped up like a twink rather than a stud, sitting down in the cat's lap and grinding back against his shaft. Dusk pulled his cock up a bit more, lining it up with that tight little pucker. It pushed out just a bit more than the average man. Not enough to be a full horse donut, but he imagined he could train it to push out a bit more with enough fucking. He smiled, slapping his dick against that hole, feeling it twitching for him.

The other two were already on their knees, Seraph getting his balls tended to, licking at them slowly, while Peter was pulling that big horse dick down, making sure to lick over the wide head and teasing it hard.

"That's it. Get him good and eager..."

He shifted that muscular rump over his cock, pulling it back so that his tip was right against that puffy pucker. He felt it squeeze against his shaft...and then he pushed in.

Andrew was moaning right off the bat, the stallion's lusts shoved so high by the cat's aura that it had made it all but guaranteed that the big man would be looking to get fucked from now on. He slammed in deep, forcing his thick cock in as far as the horse could take it, which, it turned out, was pretty damn far.

That hot, eager, grasping hole was pulling him along, trying to get him to cum right off the bat, and he chuckled, giving that wide ass a slap. Andrew jumped, gasping.

"Don't try to take charge. You're a bottom tonight."

"Mmmph...f-fine..."

"Don't worry..."

He slid his hips forward just a bit, nudging the horse's prostate and drawing a moan from the stallion at the same time.

"You'll like it."

It didn't take long for him to start building up a rhythm. It was a bit tricky, admittedly, since he had to take charge and provide most of the muscle, but that didn't stop him from pulling that horse ass down on his cock hard every single time. The cat panted under his breath, forcing himself to draw on some of that demonic power, power-fucking the horse as if the equine was the smaller of the two of them rather than the other way around.

In, out, in, out, his balls getting pulled down and sucked by an eager bull muzzle, and he could hear Andrew panting and gasping from the orca beak swallowing him down. The horse wasn't going to last long, he could tell that much.

Heh...gonna have a fine foursome tonight...one ass after another after another...

Dusk was going to milk them good and hard tonight, rut each and every one of these boys so that they knew who their master was, who the dominant man of the group was. He planned on making each one of them swear loyalty to his cock and him by the end of the night.

And it was going to be hot.

He spread his legs further, bouncing the horse along his cock, feeling that hole reshaping itself to the size of his cock. The big stallion had probably never had something like this rammed up him before, but from now on, he'd crave it. One thrust, two, three, and he felt that pucker starting to open up for him, no longer so tight, no longer clenching quite as hard. The horse was becoming a good little butt-slut, and soon, he'd be worse.

Dusk just wished he could shake the feeling of someone else watching, and not just for a good time.

Mercy shook her head in annoyance as the limo drove off, knowing that Dusk had picked up his flings for the night and knowing that she had to wait even longer. She'd expected to get at least a little notice, even if it was just as a girl that was trying to pass as a guy, but he hadn't had any interest in her in the slightest.

Hmmph. He doesn't like the demure ones, does he?

The white-dressed woman glared at the limo as it disappeared around a street corner, pulling at the edges of her skirt. It pulled up, leaving her in a white mini-skirt, her top condensing tighter around her breasts for a moment before she forced it to go back to where it was. The tiger took a deep breath, even as the fury burned just below her breast.

He's going to try and ignore me, is he? Well, let's see how long he can ignore it when I find him proper...

She saw the type of males that he was gathering. Men that were bigger than him, more physically powerful. It just went to show that he was probably a real bottom on the inside. She imagined that he'd like to stop having to pretend that he was some powerful fiend. When she got her hands on him...

When she cleared out the competition...

The bull, first. He was the one that she needed to deal with. He had betrayed Heaven, but more than that, he stood in her way.

Nobody stood in her way.

No one.

The End

Summary: Dusk heads back to get some more play things, and ends up finding two familiar faces.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M/M, foursome, cat, bull, horse, orca, demon, corruption, mind control, anal, oral, blowjob, orgasm, angel, series, modern fantasy, fantasy, slaves,