Something Worse

“That whore deserves something much worse than just being my ****.”

“Mm. Whore. That gives me an idea. There’s someone I want you to meet. But, first let’s try a glamour.”

“Glamour?”

“Yes, focus on looking human. Can’t be wandering around looking like a horror movie monster.”

You chuckle. You focus on looking human. Suddenly you shimmer and an idealized version of the old Nick wraps itself around you. You flex, admiring your illusionary biceps.

“Quite nice. Now follow me.”

You follow Charles to the elevator and to another office. Inside sits a woman who looks like a slightly aging, motherly, porn star.

However, it is a glamour. You see her true form. Her skin is a putrid green, her eyes are glowing orange slits, her legs end in cloven hooves. Instead of arms she has four octopi arms, complete with suckers. Her mouth is an open four inch hole with sharp teeth all around.

You bet that mouth does great sucking cock.

“Hello, Charles. What brings you here?”

“Zarrua, my protege, Nick, has a favor to ask. A favor you’ll enjoy.”

“Do tell.”

“Nick’s ex slept around constantly. She’d make a great whore.”

You watch Zarrua’s ears perk up.

“Well, Charles you have my full attention.”

“I can bring her to you.” You chime in. “What will you do to her?”

She grins. “I am a Wadzu demon, Nick. I’ll make her into a real whore.”

You laugh an infectious evil laugh. It’s the perfect ****...or is it?