The office of Karus

His worries over Tallie were quickly lost when he was summoned to Karus’ office. Gob usually avoided Karus as he was intimidating and strict as well as being a powerful true demon. Not many true demons held positions of service and the great demon families held important positions in court. Secretary to the demon lord was such a great honour that only the most capable demons ever held the post. It was also known to be a position of immense power in the demon lands and was much sought after. Karus had held the position since before the current Maou’s reign.

Gob entered the exquisitely appointed offices. A very shapely lesser demon was sitting at a desk. She was pale red, almost pink. Two long straight horns protruded from her head and her thin forked tail waved occasionally into view. Gob was immediately drawn to the two pink mounds that were fighting to get out of the low-cut white blouse she was wearing.

He snapped his eyes to hers when she softly coughed. “Can I help you?” she asked.

“I’m Gob, er, Goblin,” he remembered to use his full name. “I was told to report to Karus.”

“Yes, Mr Karus is expecting you.” She emphasised the ‘Mr’. “One moment please.” She stood up and walked to a door a little further into the room. Gob enjoyed the view as her bottom seemed unreasonably constrained by the tight knee-length pencil skirt she was wearing. She opened the door and said, “A Goblin to see you, sir.”

“Very good Miss Tuppin. Send him in,” Came a brusk man’s voice from within.

“He will see you now,” said Miss Tuppin as she held the door for Gob.

Gob tried not to look up as he passed under her bust. The austere figure of Mr Karrus was enough to distract him. He walked forward and waited as Karus was writing something. After a moment he nodded towards the chair that was opposite him and Gob tried, as gracefully as he could, to clamber up into it. Still, Karus had to lean forward to see him. He chose to do it once then went back to ignoring him.

“I don’t know how you managed to weasel your way into it but I have been told you have been promoted from pet to servant. I can’t say I approve. I am now obliged to start paying you. I will not be paying you as much as the maids so don’t ask. I am also **** to find you lodgings. I will not be allowing you to reside near the maids. I am well aware of your reputation, Gob.” He said the name like it was something distasteful. “I have found you a chamber near the entrance to the catacombs. It is close enough for you to be of service and far enough away that the maids can sleep safely without some small green abomination pleasuring himself around them. There are plenty of rats down there so I am sure you will find plenty of riveting conversation.” He smiled sourly at his little joke.

“See the head housekeeper for a uniform and Gob, if I ever have to discipline you for any reason I will see to it that you are at the very least demoted to pet and preferably returned to the ugly little statue you used to be. Now leave.”

Gob practically ran from the room and jumped as he left the office to hear “Mr Goblin, I have the key and directions to your new residence here,” said Miss Tuppin, sounding bored. “Payment will be once a month and can be collected from the pigeon holes outside of the head housekeeper’s room.” Miss Tuppin approached Gob and bent down to give him the key and directions. Gob was entranced by her cleavage but still managed to take the things off her.

“Miss Tuppin, It’s that time,” came Karus’ voice.

Miss Tuppin gave a flustered smile and automatically unfastened a couple of her blouse buttons. “Excuse me, you will have to see yourself out,” she said as she ushered him towards the exit. He turned to see her bra poking out from the front of her blouse as she disappeared into Karus’ office.

Gob adjusted his stiffening cock through his loincloth. He really wanted to jack off but it wasn’t a good time. He willed his cock down. He had always had a high level of control over his cock. He could make it stiff at will and make it go down just as easily. It did sometimes try to go up on its own but if he concentrated he could stop it from happening. He could also decide when to cum. Sometimes it was convenient to crank one off quickly but it always felt better when he held off for as long as possible.

He put thoughts of masturbation aside and headed off to see the head housekeeper.