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The Devil May Care

Part 42

for DuskCypher

by Draconicon

Dusk loved the feeling of the smoke coursing through his lungs, made all the more exotic by the heat of the jungle room that served as the first chamber of the penthouse. The warmth pressed down on his skin and fur, and it rose up through his blood and inside of him, as well. The constant surge of warmth and heat played on his libido, and his already rather stiff shaft continued to swell with blood and excitement, pushing against the front of his leather pants and making it impossible to think of much else.

The black cat considered staying dressed, debated having some more business meetings between himself and the Oligarchs of Greed, but then dismissed the thought. He had a private suite, there were a hundred different plants in here that might be just as good as the cigarettes in his mouth - fat chance of that, but might be - and he had the privacy to really enjoy himself for the first time since leaving the plane. For all that he had things that needed doing, he had plenty of indulgences that he was owed, as well.

He started taking off his clothes, undressing with a hum that was as gentle as it was high. The drugs in the cigarette were already hitting him but good, and while they weren't inhibiting him or affecting him in a negative way, he could feel how sensitive they made him, how hopped up on energy and yet how calm they left him. Like catnip, crack, speed, and a whole plethora of party drugs all distilled down to a cigarette, making him feel good without any of the downsides.

He smiled as his boots came off, then his pants, and then his underwear. Soon, he was standing with nothing on but his trench coat, and his cock poked forward through the gap between the flaps, showing itself off for a nonexistent audience. He stroked the long, throbbing shaft, feeling his fingers more keenly than usual, and he groaned under his breath as he imagined just how good it would feel to fuck someone when he was smoking these things.

Plenty of options, too, he thought, his cock twitching up and down in anticipation of just who he might pick. Hmmm...

There was Balthus, but that rabbit was probably pretty busy with Selene tonight. The damn incubus had been giving it to her on the daily ever since that first encounter in the plane, and they were pretty damn inseparable. The only time that they had been apart had been when Lilith had taken advantage of the rabbit and had her fun, something that he didn't know if her husband knew about yet. If he did, then their relationship was quite likely further on the rocks than he thought, but that was another thing for another time.

He took another puff of the cigarette, enjoying the way that the fumes ran down his throat and burned on the way down. Not badly, not painfully, but more like deepthroating a hot dick and getting a little tease from it. Not that he did most of the sucking or throating around here, but the point still stood.

Puffing it back out, he considered his other options. Seraph and Ornar were in the area, and they would both be more than willing to get that sort of attention if he was willing to give it to them. Ornar in particular never seemed too tired of the feeling of a throbbing cat-cock up his ass, and the Lust demon was always in the neighborhood. Hell, he was half-surprised that the black orc hadn't already shown up, already taken advantage of a throbbing cock just waiting for him. For all his talk of satiation, the demon never seemed to be completely sated.

Then again, maybe he was just that good. Dusk chuckled at that thought, shaking his head.

Fun as that would be, though, he had had both of them recently, and there were others in his little harem that hadn't had the same sort of attention. Two figures in particular lunged forward in his mind, and he paused at the edge of the jungle main room and the beach balcony as he thought of them.

Andrew and Peter. A pair of mortals that he had thought would be rather fun to enjoy, to indulge with, and yet, hadn't had the time to play with them in...how many days now? Certainly too many days to be completely excused with everything that he had been doing lately. They deserved some attention from their master, and they needed it, too, if he wanted to keep them from developing wandering eyes. They had too many different demons to choose from at the Hellspire now if they really wanted to get fucked, and he wanted them to stay close to him, devoted to him.

Dusk shook his head as he shucked off the long trench coat at the edge of the jungle room, stepping out onto a balcony that had a feeling of a sea breeze crossing it. He stretched his arms over his head, groaned under his breath as he felt the soft crick-crack of his spine cracking, and made his naked way to the hot tub. He dipped a toe in, and then slid down up to his waist, feeling the bubbles winding their way up along his legs and under his balls, floating them up for a moment before feeling them fall down into the bubbling water.

If he wasn't already quite horny, the hot, bubbling water certainly pushed him the rest of the way there. There was something about the natural nudity of the bath, of being surrounded by that warmth and the relaxation that it offered, that combined well with the cigarettes that he was smoking. He pulled it from his lip, blowing a smoke ring as he thought about bringing Andrew down to Hell right that moment.

The only thing that was stopping him was whether it was going to cause any problems for the mortal. He ran through the possibilities, even as his other hand ducked beneath the water, idly teasing and milking his cock as it oozed from the potent compounds of the cigarette.

We're in Greed. That's hardly the worst sin for a mortal to be exposed to, he thought. Certainly better than dropping him into Wrath, or Envy, or something like that.

Greed would only affect Andrew slightly, he was sure, and he could feed that greed in the mortal world with ease. More than that, the cigarettes that he had would be a good distraction. According to Ornar, most demons would have been far higher than he was, probably floating on a fluffy little ride of lust that would keep them horny for days, while a mortal would have been completely out of it, horny and needy, for even longer.

I kinda want to see that...

He looked at the cigarette again, imagining what something like this would do. He could feel that his entire body was ready for pleasure, ready for something that would end in a veritable fountain of pleasure for the both of them. If he puffed something like that which affected him that much into a mortal...

That sealed the deal for him. Dusk snapped his fingers, and just like that, his collared slave appeared. Andrew gasped as he suddenly dropped into the realm of Greed, his eyes wide, his fur pricking under the widespread corruption of the realm. Little bits of red started to appear across his coat of fur, and he gasped for breath, looking left, right, left again.

"What - huh - how -"

"Slave."

Dusk's words were drawled, slightly. Not drastically, but enough for him to notice. Was that something else that the drug was doing? Probably. Did he care? Not really.

His stallion turned to him. Andrew looked like he had been getting ready for a workout or something like that, because he was wearing nothing but a jockstrap, and there was sweat matting down his mane. Definitely something that had been in need of grooming, Dusk realized, but again, a thing for a different time and place.

Before Andrew could ask another question, he breathed in, then out. A cloud of smoke, darker than the darkest thundercloud, emanated from his mouth. It sparkled with light and more, the magic of the various Hell compounds spreading through the smoke as it enveloped Andrew's head. The black cat smiled as the horse coughed once, and then the drugs started taking effect on him.

Just like that, the big guy's cock throbbed forward, pushing at the waistband of the jockstrap, and then taking it further still. That large horse cock was trying its damndest to get free of that jock, pushing forward, dragging against the restraints that held it back, doing everything that it could to rip through. A flared head started to take shape around the front as it throbbed to full erection, getting bigger by the second, getting longer, pushing forward -

"Nnngh...mmmph...ah..."

Andrew was groping his ass with one hand, barely avoiding rubbing right over his pucker, while his other hand was groping his cock through the jock as it kept getting bigger. Dusk chuckled in amusement, one hand on his cock, the other on the cigarette as he pulled it from his mouth and put it out on the corner of the hot tub.

"Get over here."

Even in his lustful trance, the horse knew how to listen. Andrew stumbled forward, almost falling over into the water, but there was nothing stopping him as he came closer, and closer, and closer. Soon, his balls were dunked into the hot tub, soaking in the hot water and getting wetter, looking like a pair of leathery tea-bags that were trying to season the bubbling water. He chuckled, watching as the water stains worked their way up the jock, turning it clinging and tight, showing off every inch of that horse cock and making it that much bigger to the eye.

"Nnngh...M-Master..."

"Just keep breathing, Andrew. Just breathe, and let it all...grow..."

The lust must have been getting pretty damn strong, too, because that cock was throbbing, twitching, pulsing like some monster drawing power from Hell itself. It pushed the bands around the horse's hips so far that he could see the little rips and tears forming, growing and stretching until -

SNAP!

Dusk tilted his head to the side, dodging the snapping garment with ease as it went flying by the side of his head. He heard it smack against the door back into the penthouse, and smiled at the big, fat dick that was throbbing up and down in front of him. The cat breathed out the last of the smoke in his lungs, letting it play over the big, fat dick in front of him. They turned into rings going down the shaft, the smoke fumes did, and then hardened for but a moment before disappearing completely. That little touch turned the shaft from something massive to something monstrous, making veins pop out along the sides and down to the balls.

By then, Andrew was huffing like nothing less than a feral horse, showing off just how big and potent he had become. Dusk stood up slowly, rubbing that big cock with one hand while rubbing his with the other. He pulled them together, the stormcloud of smoke fading from around the stallion's head. His slave looked completely lost to the world, his mind no longer in his head, but down in his crotch.

"Good and horny, aren't you?"

"Mmmph..."

"Can't think?"

"Nnngh..."

"Don't want to think, do you?"

"No, Master...so...so fucking..."

"No, no. No thinking."

"Nnngh...Mmmph..."

"Just thrust. Just hump. Show off for me."

That was something that the horse seemed to take to with ease, thrusting his hips forward almost as soon as the sentence left Dusk's mouth. That horse cock ground along his, oozing plentiful horse pre-cum, thick and musky and slimy. Each little thrust was completely mindless, showing just how far down the other man had gone. There was truly no need to think now, no need to hold back.

Dusk reached around, fondling muscular ass cheeks before finding the pucker just between them. Still nicely stretched, and in this case, rather well-plugged. He pulled on it, feeling the resistance of the pucker trying to keep it in. Not much, just enough to show off that there had been exercises to learn how to keep that big plug in, and how to please the big cock that owned him. Dusk was well-pleased.

With a soft tug, he pulled the plug free and tossed it over his shoulder. Andrew moaned, his cock spurting pre-cum in thick lines that would have passed for an orgasm for anyone that wasn't under the control of the black cat. He pushed the horse forward, making him almost fall over the edge of the hot tub. That tail went up, and that pucker clenched. Andrew moaned, whinnying like the increasingly feral being that he was, thrusting his ass back and showing it off, showing off every goddamn inch of it as if it was the prize of the realm.

In some ways, that muscular, thick ass would be a prize. He was pretty sure that he could have sold that to a number of Greed demons that would have been happy for someone that well-trained under them. But this was his. Andrew was his.

He grabbed those cheeks, thrusting between them, feeling every thick muscle squeezing down around his cock. The water churned and bubbled around them, and Dusk smiled as he felt that pucker clenching on nothing, trying to kiss his cock and tempt it in. He smiled as he worked himself forward by a half-inch, almost sliding the thick head past the ring before pulling back. The poor stallion whinnied and whimpered, thrusting his hips up that little bit higher, offering himself like he was some mare in a field to the proper stallion of the herd.

Dusk groaned, his own lust rising to fevered heights. The drug had some effect on him, for sure, something that he had been trying to deny for some time, but now that he had that in front of him, was he really going to hold back? Not a chance, not on earth or in Hell.

POP!

The head of his cock popped inside, and he moaned under his breath, humping hard as he felt that tight little hole clenching all the harder. The drugs were having quite the effect, forcing the stallion to rock back, thrusting hard against his cock, pushing back to take more of it into him. There was no hesitation, no holding back, nothing on Andrew's part that might have shown some of the shyness that he used to have. There was none of that, only the desperate desire for the cat's dick, only the utter need for something so big, so pleasurable, that he couldn't get off on anything else anymore. The big horse balls swayed back and forth, splashing against the water, stirring it up and leaving it churned further than before.

"Take it...take it," Dusk whispered.

And the stallion did just that. Andrew whinnied and moaned, arched his back, flicked his tail from side to side as he was fucked again and again. In and out, in and out, each thrust popping his cock in that little bit further before pulling it back out. Soon, he was going balls-deep with every thrust, feeling that pucker pulling back with each thrust he made, almost popping out before he pushed back in. He could feel the textures, the lines, the ridges on the inner walls, could feel the way that they clenched at him, milked at him, almost as good as a damn incubus.

The red lines hadn't spread further since he had laid his hands on the stallion, the corruption of Hell barely having a hint of a grip at that moment, but the pair of them still ground and thrust, rutted and moaned together with all the frenzy that they could summon. When he looked down at Andrew's face, he didn't see thought or considered feeling in those eyes. All he saw was arousal, lust, and need.

Need...you have...need...unending need...

He took his mind off Andrew for a split second, wondering if he had the chance to grab another cigarette, and the minute he did, the horse's ass pushed back so hard that he was knocked backwards by half a pace. The movement pulled his cock free of that hot hole, and as soon as that happened, the stallion whimpered with need, turning around and staring at him with utter shock.

"No...no...need...more..."

The sudden need was shocking, but more shocking still was the stallion pushing forward, whimpering, nudging Dusk onto one of the seats in the hot tub. Andrew was pushier than he had ever been, eagerly pulling the cat's cock up and pointing it so that it poked through the surface of the water, if only just barely. The horse pulled himself forward, his fat cock slapping against the feline's chest, only to suddenly -

"Ooof!"

Dusk gasped as that hole sucked him right back in, clenching down around the head of his cock and then slowly milking it all the way down to the base. The inner walls were rolling, the horse was panting, shivering, trembling from head to hooves, and his own cock was spitting pre-cum like mad. Dusk had to roll through time a little bit, using Gluttony to eat the space and time between the shots so that it wasn't splattering against him, and he eventually had to use some of Greed to open a nearby hole in the tub that sucked the hot cum away.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Andrew moaned as eagerly as a slut could as he rode the cat's cock, and Dusk, for all that he had been a bit lost at the need the stallion displayed, was eager enough to take advantage of it. Up, down, up, down, each bounce taking the horse all the way down to the base and then back to the tip. He rested his hands on those hips, encouraging that big ass to keep riding, to keep fucking, to keep slamming down again and again. The feeling of that pucker stretching out, then clenching down on just his head, and then widening again was a constant reminder of what he did to that hole, how his cock worked it like nothing else, not even the biggest of the toys back on the Hellspire.

It was a reminder that he was the master, and that he was the one that owned the stallion. Nobody else could take that from him. Nobody else could make Andrew feel like this.

In, out, in, out, each bounce giving him that pleasure that he had been missing from mortal lovers. The utter need, the insatiableness of the demons of House Onsen, had been a lovely treat, but that had been burned right out of him by the end of the four days of rutting them non-stop. The exceptional nature of Ornar's ass had been a good replacement, but he had used it so often in the last few days that it was starting to lose its specialness. Even Seraph had something that got old over time, though he could not have said just what that was.

Andrew provided that little break from it all, that little return to the pleasure of mortals. That simple body, that simple need, that love and exceptional affection for getting railed by his master, the drugs running through both their bodies...

Oh, right. The drugs.

He grinned as he floated another of the cigarettes to his mouth, lighting it and taking a puff. Just like that, the hole around his cock felt even better, and he groaned as he spread his arms, resting them on the edges of the hot tub as his stallion bounced and rode upon him. Up, down, up, down, each time feeling those fat balls slapping down against his crotch, each time feeling that ass slamming down almost all the way down to his own balls.

This is the life...

He huffed another line of smoke, taking it deep into his lungs, and he held his breath. Time seemed to expand, spreading out through his mind. His body felt like it was straining, filled to the brim with that odd smoke, his skin tight and tense and sensitive. His cock had never, ever felt this hard, and he loved it as the horse wiggled his hips back and forth.

"Master...Master...Master."

There was utter devotion, the devotion that he got from Seraph on a daily basis. The drugs must have kickstarted that, brought it out of that pit of darkness and shyness that Andrew hid them in most of the time. He could see how this drug would make a city very fun in the world above. He imagined unleashing that sort of fun on the city when he got back to the Hellspire next, just having a plane fly over the city and burn a bunch of the cigarettes behind it or something. Stupid, but a fun thought to start up an orgy that would not be matched again before the end-times.

But for now, he focused on the rough, naughty feeling of that hole running up and down his cock, and all the pleasure that it gave him.

"Give in...give in to me...again..." he muttered.

In another realm, well away from where Dusk was going at round four, five, and six with Andrew, the demons of Gluttony - and most particularly, those that had retained enough of themselves around House Diel - had slowly begun the process of re-corporating themselves into real bodies once more. It ached and it burned, particularly with the fires that burned around the house and the rubble that had buried parts of their essence, but little by little, they were able to take on solid form once more.

It wasn't a good feeling, at least not for most of them. There had been raids by Greed in the meantime, and some of them swore that there were bits and pieces of their essence that had been taken from them, stolen away to be put to use in the refineries of that realm. Without that, they were...well, not entirely weaker, as it made them hungrier for more, but there was something to the feeling that it left in their bodies that made them feel as though they had been utterly violated. Not in the good way, either.

The boars and pigs that had populated the lands around Brutus Diel's house had no leader, no head of House that they might have been able to swear allegiance to. The feeling of the great boar was gone, and while they would have settled for his son if they really had to, there was no sign of him, either. They weren't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that they couldn't find that one, considering how weak he was at his core.

Several of the boars were starting to vie for supremacy when a different portal opened. The once-warriors turned as one, the biggest of the boars - a sandy-colored, gold-horned one that had served as a commander in the field - stepping forward to put himself between the survivors and whoever was coming through.

It was a tiger, someone that had the marks of Pride on him. The boar snorted.

"What the hell brings someone like you here?"

"I come here bearing messages. Messages from Lord Darith, for whoever might be in charge after the great destruction here."

"That's nobody."

"Then I may as well speak to all of you, and allow you to be informed, for once."

"Tread softly, Prideling," the gold-horned boar growled.

"I apologize. The news that I carry is of great import, and it is worth hearing. The news regards one Brutus Diel, and what has happened to him."

The boars stilled themselves. For all that he was not there to command their loyalty, they had served at his side for a long time, and they knew better than to think themselves free just yet. He had kept the touch of Lucifer off them, for all that his hungers had left them in danger at times, and they owed him much. The tiger of Pride hesitated until the gold-horned boar gestured for him to continue.

"Thank you, young master."

The boar had just enough time to smile before the tiger continued. Master. He might take that title, if he had the chance.

"It has been found that the attacker of your realm, one Dusk Von Doom, had taken prisoner your lord, Brutus Diel," the tiger said in the traditional way of Pride. Too proud of itself, too high and mighty, and taking forever to get to the point. The boar groaned, gesturing for him to speed up, but did Pride listen? Not fucking really. "He has been held in the realm of Pride for a day and a half, and has since been taken to the realm of Greed. He is a prisoner to one Dusk Von Doom, and there are no signs that he will be released.

"Furthermore, the once-mortal, now half-mortal, has taken steps to break his former enemy fully and utterly."

"What do you mean, break?" the boar muttered.

"There is evidence that Dusk Von Doom has used his powers to break down the mind of one Brutus Diel. Our witnesses have found that the boar has been renamed 'Porker'."

"Take that back. Take that fucking back!"

One of the other boars charged the tiger, only for the gold-horned one to stop him in his tracks. He kept the angry one back, holding him with a hand to his chest and slowly shaking his head.

"You saw this?"

"It has been seen and heard by no less than the official witnesses of Lord Darith Sertus himself. We bring you this information because you deserve the truth of how Dusk Von Doom treats his enemies."

"..."

"He is not to be trusted. No mortal is."

"He...he gave some of us time to run," one of the boars said. "More than some of the other demon lords ever did."

"Did he? Or did he merely give you the chance to leave, to disgrace yourselves, and weaken the lord that you had sworn to serve?"

The question was just pointed enough that the gold-horned one knew what it was meant to do. That didn't mean that it wasn't effective, nonetheless. He still glared at the one that spoke up in defense of Dusk, and the other boars closed ranks, pushing him out. He wasn't to be trusted, that one, not when he would speak well of the enemy.

"It is because he is a mortal," the tiger of Pride said. "He was offered unholy matrimony, the chance to live as he saw fit so long as he married Brutus Diel so that the boar could take the throne, and instead, he smote your ruler from his seat of power, and then, adding insult to injury, he decided to break your ruler's mind. He took every smidgen of old Brutus's cunning, and then turned it against itself. There was nothing left. No Brutus. No Lord Diel. Only this lustful being known only as Porker, a threat nevermore to Dusk Von Doom.

"Who is to say that this will not happen to all that he finds that turn against him? He is a dangerous man, and entirely too willing to use the power that he possesses, as all non-demons have done.

â€Lucifer brought us horror. To those that opposed him without power to fend him off, he brought pain and suffering beyond anything even the Wrath demons could render unto others. Those that were touched by him were scarred, wracked, pained, even broken, but compared to what has been done to your lord and master…

â€Dusk Von Doom has proven that there is no future for demons under a mortal. What else will he do, then, if you oppose this abomination?"

The boars had no answers. Each one of them had the same thought, that of their former master on his hands and knees before the cat. They remembered the bloodshed that had happened before they were taken down, remembered how hard the battle had been fought on their side, and how little it mattered. The power of House Diel, the preeminent House in Gluttony, had been as nothing compared to the powerful spells and tricks of the feline.

"What do you offer, cat?" the gold-horned boar asked.

"A plan. A plan, and some slight hope."

"Hmmph."

"I speak as a demon. Cannot a demon be trusted over a mortal?"

"...Seems they can," the boar muttered. "What do you have in mind?"

In his clouds above the world, God looked down at Hell, and for the second time in as many minutes, he cursed.

"Purgatory?! I never allowed you to - oh, you...you..."

The tiger had seldom been so angry in his life. The fact that Dusk continued to find ways around the various restrictions that were supposed to bind Hell was as infuriating as could be. He kept souls in Purgatory so that only the very best could reach Heaven, those that understood him, that believed in him, that were blind followers like the angels had been meant to be, at one point. The rest were supposed to stay down there and rot, to never leave, to never have the pleasure of his presence.

And now, that was turning against him. The economic starvation that he had planned by keeping them there, the fact that Dusk could not let them into the mortal world without spreading death and damnation everywhere they went, had just been shattered. The portals to Purgatory had happened under Lucifer, yes, but that damn man had been too greedy to allow any spread of that gain through Hell, not really. Dusk, on the other hand...

"You are becoming a problem, mortal..."

He had already been one, God admitted. Losing a case in Eldritch Court - admittedly mostly because it had been represented by Gabriel rather than Michaela - was something that he had managed to swallow. That happened from time to time, and while the long game had been delayed for a time, that didn't mean that the overall goal was necessarily out of reach. All he had to do was wait for Dusk to do the mortal thing of wanting everything, everything that he could not have, and then watch as the world showed him why that was impossible.

Instead, the black cat kept coming up with ways around his obstacles. Mercy causing problems? Restraining order. The demons of Lust looking like they might be dissatisfied enough to actually try something else? He spent days fucking them. An entire realm on the verge of rebellion? The damn cat went in and bombed the place to literal Hell.

And that had been something that God was looking forward to doing himself.

This was supposed to slow you down, at the very least...

The economic starvation of Greed had been inevitable. Lucifer had put them in the corner, denying them everything that they needed to expand, pushing them to deny their own nature to an extent. Greed had grown and starved at the same time, and Dusk was supposed to worsen that by supporting the Wrath demons and extending that starvation. Instead, he had gone to Greed and opened a portal to fucking Purgatory!

God slammed the viewing portal shut, stewing up a storm. Now, if he didn't want the vast majority of souls to be waiting there, just ripe for the taking after waiting there for centuries - millennia, in some cases - he needed to start thinning the herd. He needed to take the targets from the demons and make it harder to sweep away so many souls so quickly, make it a hunting ground where it was at least competitive.

He'd have to let some of them into...Heaven.

The tiger all but gagged at that, but he knew that it was going to be inevitable. It wouldn't be so goddamn painful if it wasn't for the fact that he was being forced to do it in response to someone else. Dusk should not be the one calling the shots. That was his job, not the cat's.

"I hate you. I hate you SO much..."

The portal to the Hellspire suites opened up, and Andrew fell through it. His mind was addled, but his body was so hot, so needy, that he knew what he needed without being told. He needed...needed...

Not Master, not now, since Master was busy. Master was somewhere else. But if the Master was not here, then he needed the next best thing. He needed Peter.

The orca was still in the shower, and for him, that was all that he needed. He grabbed hold of his cock at the base, walked up behind his lover, and then pushed the flare right between the cheeks. Normally, he wasn't nearly this aggressive, but after all the smoke that Master had blown in his face, all he could think about was getting more relief. He had been ass-fucked plenty of times. Now he needed it from the other end.

"Oh, welcome ba-aaaack!"

The orca went right up on tiptoes from the first thrust, and Andrew just kept humping, feeling that slightly chubby ass bouncing against his cock, against his crotch. He shoved his lover up against the wall, holding him there, huffing and puffing against his ear as he rammed in, pulled out, and rammed in again, the flare of his cock popping that hole open wide. Whatever response that Peter might have made to the whole anal assault disappeared, brought low by the moans that came shortly after that first insertion.

In, out, in, out. He moaned and growled, utterly consumed by the drugged smoke, and he didn't care how rough he was being. Right in that moment, the only things that was keeping Peter from getting his ass stretched too far to take were the spells that the Master had put on the both of them, the protective collars that they wore, and the extensive experience that the both of them had with this now. They knew how to take it hard, knew how to take it deep, though these days, that was mostly from toys.

But as far as he could tell, Peter wasn't complaining. The orca loved the feeling of flesh, and he knew just how to hit his lover's perfect spots. Good thing, too; he didn't plan to stop anytime soon. The drugs had hit him hard, and he had no idea how long they were going to last.

He wondered if you could fuck yourself into unconsciousness. He imagined that he was going to find out.

The End

Summary: Dusk has his fun with one of his mortal slaves for a change, and the effects of his actions are starting to spread through Hell. Not just in good ways, though.

Tags: M/M, cat, horse, horse cock, jockstrap, nudity, collar, drugs, arousal, aphrodisiacs, cigarette, smoke, master/slave, hot tub, boar, plotting, Hell, modern fantasy, series, orgasm, cum, pre-cum, shower, orca,