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The Devil May Care

Part 24

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon

Lord Ornar Onsen, formerly a mere head of a Brothelic House and now one of the most powerful demons in all of the realm of Lust, stood at the entrance of his onsen brothel. Outside it, a cluster of demons had gathered. There were various species represented, ranging from the smaller vixens and foxes all the way up to an elephant or two that were desperate to get through to the other world. Some clung to the bars that marked the edges of his realm, and some were casting subtle magics at the borders, testing the defenses that marked the route between Hell and the mortal world.

They were not going to get through. Not merely because the orc demon had put his own powers there, but also due to the fact that he had Dusk's personal power woven through the different routes and pathways of his onsen, now. There was no way for anyone else to break through without having a power comparable to the one who would become the Second Satan.

The dark-skinned orc stood on the pathway, his arms folded as he heard the steady tick, tick, tick of the clock that counted down the seconds to the first opening to the world above. He could almost taste the power and sustenance that waited up there. Even though he had been fucked hard by his master, even though he had been given the satisfaction that he had craved since his birth, he could still feel the desire to go hunting, seducing, raping, ravaging. It was a weak urge, but it was still there.

How horrible must it feel for those that had yet to feel that sort of satisfaction, that still felt starved?

He walked up to the gates, resting his hands against them. The Lust demons on the other side backed away, pulling their hands from where he rested his. Some were angry, some were hesitant, some were hopeful. Their emotions ran the gamut along the various spectrums, but most of all, they were horny. Horny and hungry.

"You come here for the gift of Lord von Doom," Ornar said, his voice deep but quiet, and it was sufficient to still the crowd and make them look at him, listen to him. "If you wish to feed on his bounty, then you will have to abide by some very specific rules."

"And what are they?" one of the elephants, a minor authority in a moderately powerful Brothelic House, asked.

"Lord von Doom has managed to merge Hell and Earth through my onsen. You know this. You can feel it. You hunger for the chance to hunt mortals. But if you try and force it, both he and I will take steps."

A small chuckle started in one part of the crowd. Ornar couldn't see the particular demon that thought it was funny, but he knew that he needed to show that he was serious right off the bat. He looked in the direction of the laughter, and the orc snapped his fingers.

All of a sudden, Hell disappeared.

They were floating utter darkness, now, and the power that sustained the various demons had disappeared along with the colors and lights and sounds and shapes of Hell. Demons that were already starving were suddenly taken further down that route, slumping forward, gasping and moaning, whimpering and desperately squeezing at the bars that surrounded the onsen. They were deprived, they were dying.

And then he snapped his fingers, and Hell was back.

"I have been given ultimate authority, second only to Lord von Doom, to decide who passes and who does not. If anyone wants to try and force the issue, then I will take them right back to that place. There will be nothing from Hell to sustain you, and no mortals to be found that will feed you. Do you understand me? You will be left there to die, unless you can prevail upon me or Lord von Doom to release you from that torment. You will not be able to fight back, and you will not be able to escape.

"That is the consequence of trying to go through without agreeing to the rules. Do you understand me?"

There were various murmurs of assent through the crowd of demons, and there were more than a few tears that were being shed, as well. He knew that it had been somewhat cruel, but he also knew that he needed to be clear from the outset what the cost of this was. He couldn't have them coming to him later saying that it wasn't fair. They needed to know, now.

"You will be allowed through in a short time. The clock is ticking down, and soon, it will reach the appointed time. However, if you want to reach the mortal world, this is the cost.

"You must swear loyalty to my House, and through it, to Lord von Doom. If you are to benefit from his powers, then he must know that you will obey him. That is the long and short of it."

As he expected, Ornar saw that most of the crowd was hesitant. Their hunger pushed at their loyalty, and in a way, he was happy to see that none of them were willing to throw their oaths of loyalty aside immediately. Those that were willing to give up what mattered to them purely out of starvation would need to be watched, because those that could be bought through their stomachs once would have greater ambitions that might be bribed at a later date.

Ornar clasped his hands behind him, the orc making sure that everyone was looking at him. He shifted his jockstrap slightly from behind, pulling the bands so that it pulled at his cheeks a bit more before he continued.

"Those that are willing to swear to my House and to Lord von Doom will receive the right to pass into the mortal world once a day. There are rules as to how you can hunt when you reach it, but you will still be treated fairly when you go there. You will be allowed to feed until you are full, but not up to the death of the mortal."

"But how can we be full then?" one of the foxes in the crowd asked.

"Do you know how many mortals are on the mortal plane?" he asked.

"...A few hundred thousand?" one demon hazarded as a guess.

"More."

"A million?" another asked.

"More."

They were silent, then, staring at him as if he was speaking nonsense. Ornar could understand. There were many that had not been allowed to the upper world, and most had to suffer and get by on the scraps that were tossed to them by other demons. Demons like Brutus Diel, and he could see that there were some that had tied themselves to the demon of Gluttony out there in the crowd, either as spies or as traitors to the other demon. Either way, it would mean a great deal to have them on Dusk's side.

As the various demons tried to encompass even that shift in understanding, he answered the question.

"There are over seven billion mortals on the mortal plane."

The gasps that rippled through the crowd were everything that he could have asked for and more. The numbers meant that the demons could flood through and fuck two, three, four, five different mortals in one night, and they would still have infinitely more that would be waiting for them. They started to mutter happily to themselves, talking of their feast, and Ornar had to snap his fingers threateningly to get their attention again.

"As I said, rules. There are three that you must follow, and if you break them, then it won't just be me and Lord von Doom coming down on you. Rule breaking can threaten this conduit for all demons; if we have to shut it down because someone can't follow the rules, then it will be all of the realm of Lust that will come for you. There will be no hiding place. The crimes of one member of a House will reflect on the entirety of the House they belong to, and they will not be allowed through."

He had been told to say that, and much as he hated the idea of that level of cruelty - something that made him rather soft for a demon - he knew that it was the only way forward. If they didn't, then the House could rally around someone that broke the rules, protect them from punishment while they fed the criminal with what they brought back. He needed to nip that in the bud and keep it from getting to that point.

With that understood, he continued.

"Rule one. You do not bring any mortals back to Hell with you. That means that you have to feed and take what you can get on the other side. There will be no mortals brought back here, nor any souls ripped free before their time. You may feed on a diminishing life force - perhaps giving the wish of some dying elder, if you so please - but you may not kill someone before their time or bring someone still kicking and screaming down here.

"Rule two. You will not kill. You are starving, and that means that you will find it difficult to hold back at times. That does not mean that you will be given a free pass if you end up killing someone. Lord von Doom wishes to preserve the mortal population for the moment, and I agree with him. Consider them a flock that we're raising for our meals, and consider things accordingly.

"Rule three. You will not make your feeding obvious in public. Feed how you like, but do not be seen unless there are no other witnesses. We are to be secret and subtle. Be stealthy, invisible, and make sure that you are never caught."

Those were the three rules that Dusk had asked him to set down on all those that were passing through, and he agreed with each and every one of them. They were demons of Lust, not murderers, and by maintaining this the way that they were, they were ensuring that there would be no Houses stockpiling mortals in their halls to sell to others or use to trade for power in the other realms. This allowed them to maintain their monopoly.

Ornar might have been a kinder demon than most, but he was still a demon, and he still had his House to look after. After so much time keeping them from starvation and holding out against the deals of Brutus Diel, it was good to take charge for once.

He could hear the tick, tick, ticks getting louder, which meant that the time was almost there. He laid his hand against the gate.

"Those that will swear loyalty, form a line. Those that will not, or cannot, head back to your House with the offer. This gate will stand against anyone trying to go through to the other world until your obedience is promised."

Half the Lust demons turned and left at that point, which didn't surprise him. The low-ranking ones would try and get their House's permission to be allowed through, to have a dual oath of loyalty. Those that were higher-ranking and left, likewise, probably thought that this was an offer that they needed to take to the head of their brothels.

Those that stayed, however, were a mix of the most desperate and hopeful individuals that he had ever seen. One of the elephants, the one that had questioned him first, formed the head of the line, tossing his head from side to side and shaking out his ears. Ornar held his hand through the bars.

"Do you swear loyalty to House Onsen and Lord von Doom?" he asked.

"I swear," the demon elephant said, bowing his head, his shreds of cloth, perhaps once a suit, leaving him in little more than a loincloth that was lifting in his eagerness. "I swear."

Ornar nodded, passing through a collar that stretched and warped in his hand, something that Dusk had created that would mark those demons that had sworn to them. It would be nothing more than an accessory to those that were honest, but those that tried to game the system? Well, there were consequences.

"Then wear this, and be welcome."

The elephant did as he was told, and the ticks finally stopped. He allowed the elephant through, then closed the bars once more.

"Next."

The demons flew through the passage between the worlds, only slowed slightly by the oaths that they had to give. The more of their fellows that they saw giving the oath of loyalty and taking the collar, the more willing that they were to do it themselves. Soon, there was a line that was nearly a mile long at the gates of the onsen, and those that made it to the front could not speak the oath of loyalty fast enough.

And when they reached the far end of the onsen, they finally realized the extent of their freedom.

Malik was a fox demon, an incubus that had been dying of starvation for the last hundred years. The last time that he'd had a chance to feed from a mortal directly had been when he had found the cast-offs of a friend, someone that had been in his House and died a few years later. The mortal had been someone weak, a mouse, barely clinging to life. At the time, he had snuffed out that mortal's life by sucking his seed right out of his cock, and with it, his life.

He emerged in the back of a club, somewhere that had a great deal of life energy in it, pulsing to the beat of the music. Yet, there was more, something dirty, slick, nasty at the back of the club. He made his way there, sliding through the walls, barely physical any longer. The hunger burned in the back of his guts, holding him, seizing him.

And then, he saw it.

There, in the back of the club, cut through the walls in the backrooms, were places for men to stick their cocks. There were many little holes where sluts waited on the other side, all waiting for the chance to suck and slobber and be fed.

Malik stared in awe at the wonder of pure pleasure that the mortals had come up with, but then his hunger seized him again. He dropped to his knees behind the wall, offering a semi-solid mouth to the first cock that came to him. A horse shaft pushed through, and he tasted a real mortal for the first time in a century.

"Mmmmmmmph..."

He moaned around it, slobbering on the shaft, sucking the head and then pulling the rest of it into his maw. He moaned around the tip, and then down along the middle, feeling it sliding into him and making him more solid, more real to play with it.

The taste of lust. Oh, the taste of musk and pre-cum and raw mortal lust. He had almost forgotten it, and he wanted to cry from how it fed him, how it soothed some hint of the hunger that had been eating at him for so many years.

He rolled his head forward, sucking at that shaft, almost attacking it with his tongue and lips. The horse on the other side groaned again and again, pulsing with pre-cum as the demon's power was brought to bear. Suck, swallow, lick, suck. The tingles of power that came from a Lustful aura were stronger than any mortal could take, and it only took Malik thirty seconds to make the stallion cum.

Pulse, squirt. He moaned at the taste of life and lust, feeling it rushing down his throat. He moaned, rubbing his neck, savoring the taste of maleness in his neck, feeling the way that it was slowly saturating him, giving him what he had missed out on, what he had been starved of. Oh, yes, yes, yes!

The horse pulled back while he was distracted, but no sooner had the horse cock disappeared than a longer, stiffer bull cock was presented to him. He shoved his head right against the heavy, leathery balls, nuzzling against them before dragging his tongue along the underside, working towards the tip and then back down again.

This was what he was supposed to do. This was the purpose of a Lust demon, to find Lust and need and stoke it, to keep it burning bright, to show everyone just how much fun it was to lose themselves in this.

This was power.

This was pleasure.

This was everything.

As the fox sucked on those orbs, as he licked along the bottom of the shaft, he realized that the pain of starvation was already fading. He wasn't satisfied, of course, not by a long shot, but there was so much more to go. So much more to do.

He could take his time, and he would have the night of his life. Slowly, he pulled his head back, turned around, and lifted his tail.

Time to see how long a mortal can take an incubus hole...

Sarah was a mare demon, and she knew the business of attracting mortals. Or rather, she had known it, two hundred years ago, when she had been given the luxury of moving through the city of Paris when it was still in older times. She remembered showing off little more than a leg and tripping a mortal into her bed, savaging them with her lusts and then allowing them to leave, if they still could. She had been almost like Jack the Ripper of London, if he had been a she and had been a demon instead of a mortal.

Today, she had to try something different, and due to a crash course after sucking one man dry - a shopkeep that had been rather enamored of her ass - she found her way into a different building. A fetish club, one where everyone was wrapped in leather or latex, the latter a new material to her, but certainly a welcome one.

She cracked a horse crop against her palm as she walked in, and all eyes turned to her. The hungry nature of her aura spread through the room, stiffening cocks and slicking up cunts as she made her way down the steps.

Was it subtle, to take on the latex clothes of the modern day? Was it sneaky, to come into a club and take total control while looking like the very mortals that she had come to feed on?

No, and no. But it did mean that they had all eyes on her, and just that lustful attention was enough to start feeding that overwhelming hunger. More to the point, it staked a claim, and the other demons that came through would know not to touch it. This was her place for the night, her hunting grounds, and the powerful mare would take it for her own for as long as she could.

The collar around her neck reminded her not to kill, but that was fine. She would take it right up to the edge.

Flick, the crop gently hitting a nearby wolf in the thigh. A spell, a charge, and he went up on his tiptoes, soaking his pants in an instant orgasm. She grabbed him by the balls, pulling him close, kissing him in an embrace that stole his breath. His life, his pleasure, his need poured into her, and she moaned as her bare sex clenched beneath her latex skirt.

Life, pleasure...need...lust...love...

It was a push that would have made a Pride demon blush, and she was going to be here all night long. It was going to be a buffet.

As the wolf collapsed behind her, she stepped forward into the crowd, wearing a smile and expecting to soon be wearing little else.

Errol was a boar demon, and he was one of those that had broken with Brutus Diel to be allowed to come up here. He was all but detached from his own House, little more than a hanger-on that was desperately feeding off scraps in the demon realm of Lust. The chance of being part of something bigger, being taken care of in a way that his current masters didn't, was all he needed to be tempted to turn to a different lord.

He stood in the middle of the rest stop, watching truckers go by, seeing if any of them were the sort of guy that he would have enjoyed for himself. He was a bigger pig, a bit rounder around the guts, and he had managed to take one of the trucker guys for a tumble already. Mostly through one of those holes in the wall - glory holes, or something, they were still a hell of a thing - and he wore a flannel shirt and jeans, as well as thick leather boots. They weren't quite fitting to his trotter-feet, but hey, he liked the look.

Another long-hauler pulled up, and stepping out of it was a mouse. A genuine twink, for that matter, someone that just projected 'new to the business' and 'shy' and 'needy.' Someone that needed someone experienced.

Someone that needed a distraction.

Errol chuckled, conjuring up a cigar for the look to be complete, and he jammed it between his teeth as he walked up to the rodent.

"Hey, boy."

The mouse turned and immediately blushed, his cheeks going as red as they could.

"What? What do you want?"

"Hey, doesn't matter what I want...it's about what you need..."

He wrapped an arm around the rodent's shoulder, pulling the white-furred, black-jacketed mouse against his side. From there, it didn't take much more than a lungful of herbal smoke and the boar demon's own natural scent to start getting him in the mood. He smirked, fondling himself as he guided the mouse back towards the truck cabin.

"You don't need to use that stop yet...let's keep going. And you can give me some road head while I drive."

"But...but it's my..."

"Yeah, it's your truck, but you know what you are?"

"What?"

"Mine."

The mouse shivered, and he almost did the same. He had forgotten what a bit of flirting could feel like, but he liked it. He liked it almost as much as he liked the feeling of staking a claim to a particular mortal.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Uh...Micah..."

"Well, Micah. Let's have some fun..."

Micah. He'd remember that. Would be fun if he could keep coming back and putting this mouse in his place...and seeing if he'd be any good in the long term.

There were benefits of having been on the payroll of someone else for a while. Unlike some of the other Lust demons that had come up, he had the patience and the power to hold back on the starvation. He wasn't at risk of hurting someone, and he could take his time to really, really have fun.

All over the world, immersed in one culture or another, the various Lust demons returned to the mortal world. Most of them had no idea what they had stumbled on, and most of them had to hit a rather high learning curve just to figure out what the hell was going on. Some of them excelled, finding ways to fit with the world and seduce those that would feed them, and some even found favorites that first night.

Most of them were able to feed somehow. Sometimes, it was a bit on the rape-y side, pulling them into alleyways and more, but even they were doing what they could. Couldn't figure it out, couldn't wait any longer, but they blasted the mortal that they seized with so much pleasure that it was too distracting for them to realize that they were getting raped in the first place. It wasn't ideal, but it was understandable.

The ones that were a problem were those that still hunted for death.

Of the dozens of demons that were released on day one, a total of ten managed to kill a mortal. The minute that the death rang out and Dusk was made aware of it, the demons in question were hunted down. They were seized either by Ornar's people or by the demons of their own House and brought for judgment.

It was just like Dusk had insisted. If one person's mistakes would doom an entire group, then the entire group would take steps to ensure that they were held responsible to mitigate that. Not one demon was able to get away with their crimes.

Dusk could not coddle them, either. They were punished, held in the space between the different realms, made to stay there until they were on the verge of true starvation, and only then pulled free again. They were fed, afterwards, and told that if they did it again, they would not be rescued.

Hopefully, it would work as a deterrent.

However, the biggest way of getting other demons on their side and doing what they wanted lay in the many happy, satisfied demons that were returning to the world below. As the fed demons returned to Hell, as they left the gates of Ornar's onsen, they were obviously better fed. No longer skinny, no longer drained, no longer with that frantic look in their eyes, it was clear that they had been given what all the Lust demons craved.

They were walking advertisements of what Dusk was willing to give those that followed him and served him. Ornar watched them go, shaking his head at the sheer difference between them. At the start, they'd been a hoard of ravenous demons, willing to do anything just for the chance of a meal. Now, they were civilized, kindly, gentle, almost, and they were embarrassed.

Very embarrassed, it seemed, considering that they slunk away without a word, trying not to be seen as they went about their business. They didn't want to remember what they had been, and that meant that they'd hold this new avenue to the world above as close to sacred as a demon could. They would protect it, and they would make sure that everyone followed the rules.

No one would risk losing this. Not now.

Brilliant, Dusk, brilliant, the orc thought. Now, when you can get around to fucking my people and satisfying them...

That was going to be the more difficult thing, he knew, if only due to the time that it would take to get all the various Lust demons fucked and satisfied. That said, it was something that needed doing, and something that he could not wait to see done. He had made the deal for that reason and that reason alone, and he would see Dusk fulfill those terms.

#

Cthulhu had been surrounded by the prayers of his cultists for so long that he had almost forgotten what quiet sounded like. For that matter, he wasn't sure that he even knew what silence sounded like. Not until right at that moment.

He had been about to step through the door to his own home, well past the normal time that he would have returned, when the sudden silence descended. The difference between the endless cacophony and the blessed silence was so extreme that he dropped his eyes in the middle of trying to unlock the door, and he stared forward, mouth agape. The difference...the blessed difference.

He held his hands to his ears, and then pulled them away again. There was a sound, yes, the soft breathing sound of his wife in the rooms further in. The fact that he could hear her at all from this distance meant that all those sounds, all those little bangs and bumps and whispers and moans and shouts and screams were gone. Totally gone. Not just shut out, but gone.

For the first time in his entire living memory, he didn't have someone shouting at him to do something. He didn't have the risk of some flaming baby or virgin or beast appearing in front of him to be banished to the garbage bin. He didn't have some screaming group wailing for him to come out and bring an end to the world and uplift them in some strange new world order.

There was nothing. Absolutely, positively nothing.

It was the most wonderful thing that he had ever experienced.

The madman did it...

He opened the door with fumbling fingers, feeling himself finally slipping towards exhaustion and the need for sleep. With all the voices keeping him up, he had managed to create a tolerance for his own tiredness, but now that they were no longer forcing him upright, he was able to see just how tired he had become.

In a way, it was a miracle that he had managed to win that lawsuit. If he had been aware of how tired he was, he would have recused himself and put someone else on that case. Yet, here he was, successful, and well-paid.

Great Old Ones, he might just throw some free consulting work at Dusk for making this a possibility. This was even better than he thought.

He made his way to the bedroom, where the tentacle-faced being that served as his spouse was waiting for him. She was deep in sleep, and he was glad. She had been so patient with him, so kind, that he honestly didn't know how she had managed to stay with him when he was losing his mind.

He kissed her cheek, sloughing off his clothes before sliding into bed behind her. He waited, almost dreading the return of the voices the minute that he was getting ready for sleep, but there was nothing. No prayers, no pleas, no demands. There was only silence, and that silence beckoned him down to sleep, proper sleep.

The next morning, he woke up before his wife, though not by much. He didn't feel the need to reach for an alarm, nor did he feel the need to shift in bed or move around all that much. He felt the need to be...

Happy.

Happy and, for the first time in centuries, horny.

If the silence had been bliss, then the feeling of morning wood was a sense of utter relief. After so many years of being too tired and stressed to get it up, he had been worried that he had been rendered - if only psychologically - completely impotent. The idea of facing his wife with something that flagged even against her wonderful, tentacled body was something that he had been dreading in his dreams, though only briefly. He had been so tired that he dropped right down into exhausted REM for the first time in too long, and he stayed there with happy dreams that kept him rested.

His wife shifted slightly as she started to wake, her hips pushing back against his cock. He grinned, feeling the pure pleasure of being able to grind on something again, and his wife went stock-still.

She fumbled behind her, her hands pressing against his belly first, and then down to his waist. She found his cock, wrapping her hand around it, and he groaned as she gave him a firm, experimental stroke.

"Mmmph..."

"Cthulhu? You're...very happy to see me..."

"Yes...it's done..."

"Done?"

She rolled over, turning to face him. Her face tentacles reached out, caressing his, but her hand was still busy below the sheets.

"What's done?" she asked.

"All that work. I'm taking a vacation."

"But the cultists -"

"They're done, too."

"...What?"

"That was payment for the last case. He took care of everything. No more cultists, no more stress, just you...me...and our anniversary."

She gasped, doubtlessly surprised that he'd remembered. Considering that he'd ended up working through every single one for the last couple of decades, he wasn't surprised. He'd had a bit of a bad track record on that, but he planned to make up for it now. Everything that he had done up to this point was just getting them to a place where they could be better. And now, he could deliver on it.

"How does Vanuatu sound?" he asked, reaching down and taking her hand from his erection.

"It sounds...wonderful."

"Then we leave tomorrow."

"You planned this?"

"I hoped for it...and I may have a few professional favors to call in."

"You sly man."

"Just for you."

They leaned in, exchanged a kiss, and then he rolled over on top of her. He had the first erection he'd had in too long, and he wasn't about to waste it.

The End

Summary: A bunch of Lust demons are finally unleashed on the world, and they take their time to really enjoy their new privileges.

Tags: M/M, M/F, femdom, glory hole, series, modern fantasy, demon, fox, boar, mare, various species, oral, blowjob, musk, smoke, collaring, slaves, loyalty, Cthulhu, erection, magic, cum, orgasm, forced orgasm,