Business

You walk back out into the throne room with Allegra following you three steps behind. The orgy is winding down. Only Lucifer is left fucking some nameless demon slut.

Allegra leans in and whispers. “Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Why would it bother me, Allegra? Half the reason he bound himself to me was to make fucking others even more sinful. Of course, if one of those pretenders decides to covet my position, I’ll gut them from neck to sex, grind their flesh, make sausages from it, and feed it to a convent of nuns.”

You give her a pleasant smile. “That includes you, Allegra.”

She bows her head submissively. “I would never, Mistress.”

You see Jenny, who is back in human form, looking wonderfully slutty in her tight red dress.

“I see Allegra is on board now and you look simply luscious, Morgan. I do hope we have time to catch up.”

Jenny manages to make the phrase ‘catch up’ sound incredibly dirty.

You give her a mind blowing erotic pose. “No worries, Jenny, I’ll make time.”

Lucifer finishes and pulls out of the succubus with an audible pop. He quite literally pushes the succubus aside.

You stare at his dripping, still erect, cock with pure lust. You lick you lips.

“Did you enjoy your first, my bride?”

You admire Allegra’s evil new form. “You know I did. I’m eager for more.”

“And, you shall have it. But, we have business to attend to first. I have a trip to the Vatican.”

“The Vatican, m’lord?”

“Yes, I mean to be the next Pope. And, I’m afraid you girls will be of little help. I’ve tasked your friend Jenny with ownership and expansion of the club to other cities. Her uniquely infectious nature does wonders for the staff. You my bride and your minion, have some cleaning to do back at the Farrasett house. When you’re done join Jenny and help with the expansion.”

You watch Allegra shimmer. Her flesh goes back to being a pleasant human tan. What surprises you is her outfit. She wears black leather pants, a shiny red latex tube top, and a spiked dog collar. A bullwhip attached to her belt completes the look. Clearly your formerly sweet friend had some pretty dark kinks she kept hidden.

You pull a glamour around you changing back to human perfection and giving yourself a shiny white dress that emphasizes your assets.

Lucifer laughs. “You look like an angel, Morgan.”

“I know. I considered a cute plastic halo, but I thought it might be too much.”

He grins at you lustily.

You give him a devastating pose. “Don’t wait too long to come back and defile me.”

He may be the Lord of Darkness, and king of hell, but he’s still a man.

“I won’t, my bride.”

With that you part ways.