VD - Rally Part 2

It’s the night of the rally. In Demon World, political rallies are more like debates. In the Human World, candidates rally separately. Not here. And this is not to be confused with the actual debates, which you don’t understand yet. But if you understand what’s going on, and you are not sure that you do, you have to do this rally first. Then you’ll have a debate later in the week. After that, you’ll have a few days left before the election to try to win extra points with the voters. This is where you and Morrigan will participate in that reality show where you’ll probably have sex with strangers. Your wife is weirdly cool with it.

Now, you’re in the dressing room behind the stage at the rally in a park in the middle of Demon City. It’s a beautiful, starry, warm night. The crowd out there is huge.

Demi sits elegantly in a chair, gently stroking your cock as you stand beside her. Tari, somehow able to sense an opportunity to tease you, is here to pretend that she cares about politics.

“You’re neglecting her, Demi,” Tari says critically. She wears a pretty Chinese dress and has her arms folded to squeeze her boobs together.

“I’m not trying to get her off,” Demi replies, continuing her slow, steady strokes.

Morrigan enters the room in her pantsuit, which is really just slacks and something like a bustier; her breasts are exposed her back is bare. Probably because of her little bat wings.

“Ready?” she asks.

“Um,” you reply. Your hard cock twitches in Demi’s soft hand.

“Perfect.” Morrigan pulls you away and guides you out onto the stage, where the lights blind you. The crowd looks even bigger than it sounds and the fact that many of them are half-naked as well, as is normal here, does nothing to lessen your embarrassment. Your cock bobs with every step. Many of the attendees hold their phones up, recording.

Trish and Albedo are at the other end of the stage. Trish is decked out in black bondage gear while Albedo kneels in chains, clad only in a white string bikini that hides nothing and digs into her soft flesh.

“It’s different in my world,” you say for the thousandth time.

“Hush. You don’t have to say anything,” Morrigan assures you, taking her place at the podium. You stand beside her and fold your hands behind your back. You know that you will get yelled at if you try to cover yourself. Your cheeks are burning.

The spotlights turn on Morrigan. The challenger gets to speak first.

Morrigan takes a deep breath.

“People,” she says forcefully. “We need to make some changes around here. But not the ones that my opponent is proposing.”