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A Demon's Time at the Libidinous Luck

Part 2

for AkimitsuSevecan

by Draconicon

Azorious groaned as he pulled out of the Golden Retriever, the smaller canine panting happily over the table that had served as their brace-point for the recent rut. The other dog was shivering, trembling, his knotted cock still spitting cum down to the carpet below as the demon dog shook his head.

"Told ya it would keep going."

"Mmmph..."

"Heh, you'll be fine."

And more to the point, so would he. Azorious looked at the red band around his wrist, nodding to himself as a little bit of green started to roll around the back of the band toward the front. He would have preferred it to keep going and fill out that little bit more, but it stopped less than a fifth of the way around. He sighed, lowering his hand to his side.

"Fuck. Couldn't have paid a bit more, huh?"

"Nnngh...n-no...no tip...with that...attitude."

The wolf demon felt a little tug deep down inside, something that felt almost obseqious and servile, and he growled as he stomped that out. He turned on his heel, walking out of the private card room and back into the halls of the Libidinous Luck.

Nobody gave him a second glance as he walked among the other employees of the casino through the back halls, though that probably was because they were all Red-Bands, as the upper management called them. He passed various different species, ranging from feline to canine to equine and more, and each one of them had a similar red band wrapped around their wrists. Some had them displaced with more green than red, but all of them had some red in the ledger, still owing the casino more than they had made back in service.

He didn't know any of them, and quite honestly, he hadn't bothered to get to know them. Azorious wanted to get this done as fast as possible, get out of the casino, and get back to their lives as they had been. No point in staying someone 's servant if they weren't getting anything out of it.

And no, he didn't count sex as getting something out of it. He could get that anywhere. An incubus would have been pretty poor at their job if they had to make a contract to get sex.

The red-and-black-furred demon dog made his way to one of the break rooms towards the back of the casino, stepping inside and sitting down beside the water cooler. He poured himself a cup, hesitated to make sure that he wasn't going to get charged for that - he wasn't - and then tossed back the first drink. It was nice and refreshing, as always, but it did nothing to get rid of the slight discomfort and annoyance that always lingered when he wasn't out on the floor finding more 'customers' for his work.

A low growl left his mouth, his lips pulling up in a small snarl before he shook his head and took another drink. He couldn't really complain despite having been stuck in the casino for the last week.

A week of sex work and barely down $200. That's bullshit.

The fees for converting the customer's pleasure to actual currency were not in their favor, but at least it was going down. All he could hope was that he'd get more later, and from better paying, better tipping clients.

Hope Lykus is doing better than me...Then again...

Probably better not to hope for something like that. If the striped wolf got free before he did, then hell only knew what that little slut would get up to. And he wanted to have at least some parts of that body fairly tight and pristine by the time that he got back to sharing it with his host.

He was just getting around to pouring himself a second cup of water when the break room door opened and Lykus stepped through. The black and white wolf looked up with a blink, and then a wink as he licked some of the residual seed off his face.

"Heh, looks like you had some fun," Azorious said. "Smells like it, too."

"You can have a taste if you want."

"Still digesting my meal, thanks."

"Heh, and since when do you turn down seconds?"

"Since I've had to eat all the cheap lust around here and not get the good stuff." The demon wolf shook his head. "Nothing that high quality here, despite all the glitz and glamour."

"Heh, or maybe it's because you're only getting the stuff that you make other people want."

Rolling his eyes, Azorious leaned back a bit further in the rolling chair he'd picked. He kicked back from the wall, sending himself rolling across the room in petulant boredom as his host poured himself a cup of water before joining him. The two canines spent a few minutes kicking back and forth across the room before they got something to talk about.

"So, what was your last guy?" Azorious asked.

"Oh, well -"

"Wait, don't tell me. Let me guess."

"Oh, come on. I thought I'd get to tell a story."

"Leave the storytelling to the black dragon," Azorious teased. "He tells it better than you."

"Say what?!"

"Heh, I didn't say 'did it better'. I said 'tells it better.'"

"...Okay, that's not as bad, but still."

As his host harrumphed in annoyance, Azorious sniffed the air. The usual strains of lust were thicker around the pair of them after all the things that they'd been doing for the past week, but it was easy enough for an incubus of his skills to push trhough all of that and find the most recent 'scents' that were left behind after a fuck. There were about a dozen others that had been done today - and apparently twice that from the day before. Lykus had been quite the busy little slut, it seemed.

But the ones that came through strongest, and likely most recently, were from something that gave him forest-god feelings. Azorious sniffed the air twice more, then cocked his head to the side.

"Stag, but you zonked him to virile forest-stud."

"Damn, you're good." Lykus chuckled. "Yep, cleared it with Mr. Doyle; he said I could use the cards if I was using them to enhance the customer's experience."

"Funny. He said the same thing about my lust magics."

"Must be part of the whole high-quality experience."

"...Yes..."

And now that he thought about it, he'd only been allowed to use them on the guests that were already rather submissive. He hadn't had anyone looking to fuck rather than be fucked, and he suddenly wondered how his magic would work on those that were more interested in topping.

Or if it would work at all.

He idly rolled the water in his cup as he thought about it. The contract had been less specific than he'd like, and that probably meant that it could be enforced in ways that he wouldn't easily anticipate. He'd already felt weak tugs on his thoughts and wants during his time with some of the others, encouraging some 'nicer' treatment from the sex demon to make their experience better for the sake of tips. That had been squashed, but it had never actually been that strong. Perhaps, however, that was only because the customers were submissive rather than because the contract was weak. Not something that he particularly liked the thought of, if he was entirely honest about it.

"Was a really good lay, too. Got his cock nearly your size and let him go to town with it. Nearly dislocated my jaw and everything, too," Lykus was saying.

"Heh, nearly? You wuss."

"Hey, I wanted to talk without having to reattach the damn thing."

"Sounds like I need to get back to knot-fucking your face."

"I didn't exactly tell you to stop," the wolf said with a chuckle.

"Then maybe you should get your ass over here and start?"

"Maybe you should tell me who you've been fucking, and I'll decide whether I want to suck a dick that's been getting sub-par bottoms."

"Heh, you don't know the half of it," he muttered, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling. "And here I thought that it'd be an easy job being a monster roving the halls, putting sluts in their place."

"I'm more than half-sure that's what you were trying to get away from in Hell, if I remember right. Something about it getting too boring doing the same thing all the time without consequences?" Lykus asked, scooting his chair a bit closer and patting the demon's arm sympathetically.

Azorious nodded. Something very like that, as a matter of fact. Hell tended to be less exciting than most people realized, and the more that you did to the 'tortured' souls, the more that they started to like it. He was pretty sure that it was a defense mechanism rather than genuine perversion mixed with the natural corruptive nature of Hell keeping anyone from being truly innocent for long, but it always meant that he had to ramp things up quickly to keep them interesting for any length of time.

"At least you're getting off, though," Lykus said, reaching over and giving the demon wolf's balls a little jostle. "Heh, they're a bit smaller, now."

"Keep that up, and I'll trap you under them."

"Promises, promises."

Shaking his head, the demon wolf leaned his head back with a sigh.

"Well, for me, it's been pretty boring. I fucked ten different clients between midnight and this morning. No sleep, but that's not exactly a requirement for me." He shook his head. "But you knot-fuck ten people, and it starts to get a little same-y by the third one. They didn't really want to get that exotic, just a hard fuck that let them really feel used by the end of it, a little bit of hyper-production on both our parts. That sort of thing."

"Well...were they at least good fountains by the end of it?"

"What do you take me for, a nun? Of course they were."

"Just saying. At least there's that mess afterward."

He nodded, though he had to admit that it was hardly much in the way of consolation. The demon was used to going all out with his perversions, allowing them to work someone into a corrupted state of frenzy without any morals or any cultural mores getting in the way. They were supposed to be eager for anything and everything, from edging to instant orgasms, from bondage to total submission, and instead, all they seemed to want from him - from an incubus of great power - was to get fucked.

It.

Was.

Boring.

He shook his head. Maybe that was why it was taking so long to earn the money back. Working from the bottom of the pile, it meant that he wasn't getting the sort of assignments that would pay more. Perhaps if he started to go against the wills of the client rather than just doing what they wanted, he'd start pulling some good-paying gigs rather than -

Both the wolf and the demon sat up straighter in their chairs, the red bands on their wrists twitching and tugging them toward the door. Lykus was already on his feet, and a second later, so was Azorious.

"Wonder what's calling for us this time..."

It was little more than a notice, he knew that from experience now. The bands would vibrate and tug at them, telling them to get to the main floor since there were clients that needed some attention. They never said what kind of client or what sort of attention they wanted, but that was something that he'd figure out when he got there.

Azorious was just making a mental note to find a chance to talk to that damn badger again and figure out what the pay scale was for their sort of work when they stepped out of the employee hallways and onto the main gambling floor. Both he and Lykus saw the same client, and both of them felt their bands go hot at the same time.

...You gotta be kidding me.

The client in question was a draft horse, and one that was taller than he expected. Most people couldn't quite match his height, particularly when he stopped suppressing himself and allowed himself to stand at full size, but this one could have done that and a little bit more. He grumbled under his breath as he looked at the tourist - from his little tan shorts to that t-shirt that said 'I fucked an elephant into the ground and all I got was this lousy t-shirt' to his sandals that screamed that he was from somewhere else - and knew that he'd be looking the other man in the eye. It didn't help that the stallion's shorts promised that he was going to be just as hung as he was tall, and that meant that he'd have someone that could come close to his own hyper-length.

Probably not girth, though. That was something.

As he looked over the stallion, taking note of his somewhat thick shoulders but otherwise willowy body, he realized that he was already close to begging for this one to be another bitch. It wasn't so much that he was afraid - or at least, he was 90% sure that he was not - but more that he knew that he'd lose his temper if he was told to bottom. He was not some little bitch that slobbered over a cock the way that Lykus was, and -

And the band was already pulling at him again. Lykus all but skipped out of the side hallways, throwing his hips into a swishy back and forth movement that invited all eyes on him. The fact that the smaller wolf was naked and his sheath bobbed and bounced to his steps probably pulled quite a few eyes to him as well, come to think of it.

Azorious shook his head, forcing himself to walk a bit slower. He wanted to keep himself from being too 'easy'. As he crossed the gambling floor, weaving between the tables, he took the time to really flex his sheath, the pointed, tapered tip of his cock sliding free and oozing with pre-cum. He put on a charming smile with just enough fang to keep people from thinking that he was some easy casino meat, and -

And his band burned again, and he felt something else. Almost like a spell on him, but instead of it being someone else's magic, it was like what he imagined being under a laser pointer was like, and it was coming from all around him.

Eyes, he realized. He was feeling the eyes of everyone around him, and every time that it came from someone with a green band and their interest piqued, it felt like some sort of 'shot' being fired.

That ass looks hot, was the feeling he got from one of them, and rather than pulling his tail down, he had an immediate instinct to flag his tail up and off to the side, as if his body wanted to show off for the asshole that was looking at him like that.

That cock would look good pinned underfoot, another thought said, and he gritted his teeth as he imagined his knot sandwiched between two soles and -

The thoughts kept coming as he walked naked across the gambling floor to the horse, and it was only the fact that he was getting tugged towards the stallion rather than being free that he was able to push through all those random thoughts at his expense. There was something so powerful about it, so different to being brought to meeting rooms to just indulge a client there. If this was going to be the new order of things, rather than being more or less private whores in the back rooms, then things were going to get a hell of a lot more complicated.

Even when he came to a stop in front of the stallion, he felt other things, other 'lasers' of thought and magic directed at him. The big, black and white stallion looked from Lykus to him, and the first thought almost had him growling.

He's got a good mouth. It'd feel good on my dick.

Just as there had been consequences of the other thoughts, this one brought its own feelings. It made his mouth water, it made him want to be good, it made him want to bring more lust out of the other man. He was filled with the urge to give the other man something good with his mouth, and -

"Mr. Cyan."

It was the damn badger, wearing that green suit and stepping out from behind the stallion. The name was pronounced 'Key-An' for some reason, and the badger was smirking slightly as he patted the horse on the back.

"It do be looking like you're getting lucky tonight. These be two of our best, ahem, 'meat lovers,' and they be more than ready to see to ye."

The stallion looked back at them, his hands on his hips, and the thoughts kept coming through. Thoughts of sucking dick. Thoughts of licking balls. Thoughts of being on his knees in front of the other man -

Getting lucky tonight.

The damn asshole was getting lucky, alright, and he was bribing his way into good luck that most people would never have. Nobody should be able to get lucky enough to have a demon like him on his knees, and yet, Azorious could already feel like he was on the verge of making a 'just this once' exception that would have become something far worse than that. His cock was pushing forward, passing further from his sheath until the massive black log of meat hung down, weighted down by its own heft and dripping on the carpet below.

"Heh, wow. Well, you two certainly are lookers," Cyan said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around their shoulders. Azorious felt grateful that he was at least able to keep from buckling under that; his knees wanted to fold and take him to a kneeling position. "Come on. Let's find somewhere where you can put that 'meat-loving' to work, eh?"

"Mmmm, can't wait," Lykus said, the slutty little traitor to the team.

Azorious just let himself be led along, biting his lips when nobody was looking. He felt a shift in the magic, not feeling any more thoughts from the rest of the room, but the 'attraction' of the luck magic was making it hard for him to keep Cyan's thoughts at bay.

_Gonna love shoving my cock down his throat.

He's going to feel so good between my legs.

I bet he's a hungry boy. Dogs love balls, right?

Good dog.

Good dog.

Good dog._

It took everything that the demon had to keep his growls in the back of his throat and in his chest rather than out loud. If he lashed out, then he would probably...

Well, if he was honest, he had the power to get the hell out of the casino, and he could probably pull Lykus along with him. There was no denying that; they hadn't met the person behind all the weird stuff that happened here, but if they weren't on premises, then he doubted that there was anything that could stop him. Even Drac wouldn't be here to throw him back into chains. But...

But he was under contract. A vague contract that made him itch with annoyance every time that he realized that there was wiggle-room to demand one more thing than he had expected before, but a contract nonetheless. Demons weren't as anal as devils when it came to keeping deals, but that was another sticking point. Pride. He had to do this right. He would do this right.

Even if it meant submitting and giving this dick on legs a blowjob.

They left the main floor and entered one of the side 'pleasure rooms', as he'd come to think of them. It was pretty plain, consisting of a couch, a stage, and shelf after shelf of sex toys and lubes. He would have loved to take his power and push it on the other man, bending him over the back of the couch and fucking him while Lykus got a muzzle-full of horse cock, but he had a feeling that wasn't going to be allowed.

Indeed, as soon as the door shut, those thoughts became more and more a compulsion. His 'bad luck' in the red band on his bracelet combined with the 'good luck' to push him slowly to his knees. He looked at that cock, feeling a thought of how long it had been since he'd edged someone with his tongue -

That's bullshit and you know it.

But it didn't matter. It was a way around the sheer indignity of bottoming, and at least he could do that. He hesitated to reach out -

But Lykus did not. The striped wolf grabbed for the bottom of the stallion's dick as soon as Cyan pulled his zipper down, pulling that massive thing up and out and stuffing the head past his lips almost instantly. The sheer size of the rising shaft - nearly sixteen inches - was not entirely off-putting, but Azorious was reminded that he hadn't deepthroated anything for...well, some time now, and while he was a demon, he wasn't sure how much the casino was going to let him cheat with his magic.

Then Cyan's hand was on the back of his head, and the demon wolf's nose was jammed right into those leathery horse balls. He grunted as his nostrils were smooshed against oily, smooth flesh, breathing in the heavy, warm musk that lingered there.

"Heh, good dog."

Oh, the things that he wanted to say to that. He could feel Lykus's tail wagging, slapping against his side again and again, but hearing that was not what any demon wanted to hear. They were not 'good dogs.' They made others into good bitches. And he -

"Mmph!"

More pressure to the back of his head. He felt the band heat up slightly when he started to reach out with his own magic, and knew somehow that it was a warning that he would not be allowed to do the thing that he was thinking of doing. This was not the time, not the place for him to be allowed to just take charge and push someone else out of the way. This time, the fantasy of the client was for him to serve.

And that meant...

That meant sticking out his tongue, something that he already kind of wanted to do, and get working on those balls. Azorious groaned deep down inside and slowly gave in.

The first taste wasn't bad. He'd never had a problem with someone's sweat and musk, and quite often enjoyed it, as a matter of fact. There was something heady and hot about tasting that sort of residual fluid down there, and combining that with the slightly sexual taste that was just inherent to a good ball sac only made it that little bit better. But that was usually done with the feeling of being in charge, of tormenting someone's balls and getting them good and full, not to worship someone else and make them feel like a god over him.

But he did it. He had a job, and he was going to do it well.

Overhead, he could hear every gluk as Lykus bobbed back and forth, taking that flared-up horse cock into his throat time and time again. Each time that he bobbed down, the striped wolf came close to bumping into him, and he'd cast his head up as a warning, and Lykus would giggle around that cock. Then he'd pull back, do something else, and then come right back down again and they'd repeat the near miss.

Up, down, up, down.

Lick, lap, lick, lap.

It didn't take long to get Cyan moaning, at least, but as soon as the horse was throbbing hard and moaning for more, they had to change position again. Azorious was pulled up from licking balls to licking cock, and Lykus pulled down from the head to join him. They were kneeling - kneeling, the position just felt embarrassing - on either side of that massive horse cock, and their tongues occasionally teased each other as they went up and down, licking from the little wrinkles of the horse's sheath up to the head, and then back down again, causing it to throb and swell at the tip and ooze that much more, adding to the thick musk already rising in the air.

Just a bit more...just a bit more...

The one good thing about stallions was that they were seldom good for multi-gasms without magical help. They were the epitome of the one and done, and that meant that he could just get the other guy off, earn his money, and get back to the work that was halfway enjoyable.

Not that this wasn't, but -

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Come on, the guy was lucky. They could have some fun with this. This cock was so hot, and they were at least a little lucky to be blessed with the chance to play with something so large, so thick, so full, and -

I'm not lucky to be sucking cock.

But he could be sucking a small one instead.

That is not lucky.

This was not lucky. He was not 'lucky' to have this chance. He was unlucky, and damn Cyan wasn't anywhere near 'lucky' enough to make him think otherwise.

But he could enjoy licking the cock, and teasing it, and feeling the veins of pleasure and blood through the flesh. And the taste of Lykus's tongue wasn't that bad.

He occasionally nabbed for it, teasing the other canine from the other side of the shaft. Every time that he was able to catch his host off-guard that way was a win in his book, and he chuckled as he worked up one side and down the other, only to catch Lykus at the tip around the top. They would tongue-wrestle for a moment, then pull back and get back to licking, always keeping the stallion on his metaphorical toes.

Lick, lap, lick went their tongues, and Cyan groaned happily, scritching them behind the ears as they worked. It felt good, though he wished that it didn't at the time.

Finally, just as the horse's hips started twitching and he seemed on the verge of blowing his load, the stallion grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him up. Azorious knew where it was going, and he submitted to it, though not without rolling his eyes.

The expected stretch of the flare forced even his jaws wide apart, and he gagged as it went past his teeth and into his throat. The spit-slick length of meat that they had been feasting on pinned his tongue down in place, and he had to keep sucking down, down, down as the flare forced his throat open and went further and further down toward his stomach.

In, in, in it went, and he kept swallowing. Here he could cheat. Here, he was squeezing down with his throat, and every time that he swallowed, he applied just a hint of that demonic power to the shaft, making it more sensitive, more eager, more powerful. Soon, he could taste the lust coming off the other man as much as he tasted the cock, and he grinned as he felt the stallion's hands on his head.

That's right. You're almost there. Give me that lust. Give me that meal.

He started to get into it, lowering his head further, then thrusting his nose right down to the stallion's crotch. There was something that had possessed him there, a need to show that he was better, that he was the one that could take the whole thing and make it cum. He wanted to claim that lust, to suck it right out and put it where it belonged, to put it to use inside of him rather than milling around in a pair of balls where it would just go to waste. He was the ultimate seducer, and -

"Mmmph, such a good boy. Go on...suck...swallow...I'm almost...almost there..."

Oh, don't spoil it.

And yet, he still wagged ever so slightly. He didn't like it, but he still wagged.

Down to the base, swallowing hard, sucking everything that he could from the shaft. Lykus even reached out, rubbing his cock while he was sucking, almost like his host was trying to make it better, but he just had his attention completely focused on the feeling of the shaft in his throat, on the way that it was oozing pre-cum, on the way that it was dribbling down his throat. That little bit more, that little bit more, just a little bit -

Then the flare thickened, and the time had come. So did Cyan, for that matter.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

The stallion held a hand to the back of his head, and he knew that he wasn't going to be allowed to pull back. Not just from that, but from the band on his hand forbidding the use of magic. He had to stay right where he was, swallowing everything, taking it to the root and 'enjoying' it as much as possible. Azorious swallowed, focusing more on the feeling of heady lust passing from Cyan to him, and he tried to make it more of a feeding than it was a service.

This isn't me being a good dog. This is me getting a meal.

And he held tight to that, keeping that thought in his head as much as he could as he kept swallowing, milking, and swallowing again. Eventually, the flare so far down his throat stopped pulsing, and he knew that the orgasm had passed. He started to pull back -

"Not yet."

Cyan held him down still, shaking his head.

"Not yet. I want...I want a bit longer...good little cock-warmer..."

Oh, the words that he wanted to say bubbled up like fire, but he swallowed them down again. Best not to fuck with it right now, particularly not when he had a cock in his throat.

#

When Cyan finally left, the pair of them were...compensated, though Azorious would have preferred that to be the utter end of what they were going through. Instead, it was just another $200 on the band that ran a little further around the red, replacing it with green and reminding them that they still had a long way to go.

"Can I get a taste?" Lykus asked.

"You're joking, right?" the demon asked, chuckling.

"Nope."

"Alright, alright. Fine."

He held his mouth open, and Lykus all but dived in. It was somewhere between maw-nibbling, french-kissing, and deepthroating as the wolf licked deeper and deeper, finding the hints of horse cum that hadn't quite been swallowed and could still be salvaged. It wasn't the first time that they'd shared the leftover lust of a client this way, but it was the first time that it had been this way around. Usually he was the one that was filtering out the old lust from Lykus, rather than offering some of it up to the wolf.

The host was cum-hungry as ever, however, and that meant that the residual taste of horse seed rapidly faded from his mouth. He was able to close it without tasting the salt and musk anymore, and he rubbed his cheeks.

"There has to be better ways to pay off the debt than that..."

"I don't know, this has been pretty fun," Lykus said, chuckling. "And you weren't exactly angry when you were sucking his cock."

"If he'd just stopped talking..."

"Didn't like being a good dog?"

"Call me that one more time. Just try it and find out what happens."

"...Good..."

"Lykus. I'm warning you."

"Dog!"

Lykus dashed out the door, but not before Azorious roared, growing upward to double his height and setting the room on fire. The wolf's cackles of happiness were interrupted by no less than a dozen tentacles leaping out the door after him, seizing him and yanking him back to the pleasure room. The giggles stopped as the door slammed shut, only to open for a split-second afterward to put up a single, simple sign.

Occupied.

It would stay that way for some time.

The End

Summary: Lykus and Azorious continue to live under the roof of the Libidinous Luck, 'suffering' from their servitude.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Corruption, Suggestive, Anal, Oral, Blowjob, Double Blowjob, Embarrassment, Annoyance, Top Made To Bottom, Demon, Wolf, Stallion, Musk, Sweat, Prostitution, Casino, Orgasm, Cum, Swallowing, French Kissing, Series,