VD - Fundraising Part 3

The demon is almost eight feet tall.

He’s a muscled hulk of a man, with lush skin the color of a good, red wine. He wears an impeccably tailored three-piece suit, and delicate glasses rest on his nose.

You and Morrigan are in his office on the top floor of a downtown skyscraper.

“You’re putting me in a delicate situation,” he says, removing his glasses with gigantic, powerful fingers. He looks like a boss from a video game, not a businessman. You are still not used to Demon World.

You and Morrigan wear matching, professional pantsuits. Your back is straight as you sit, hoping that you won’t have to say anything.

“I had a feeling you were up to something when you started doing that soccer thing,” he said.

“It would’ve worked if a human hadn’t come along to get the spotlight off me,” Morrigan says.

“It was a good attempt at grassroots work. But I sense that you don’t fully understand how that’s done. Properly,” he adds.

“Maybe so. That’s why I need a decent campaign manager.”

“And you think you can recruit me? What would that look like, Morrigan? After all the support I’ve given to your opponent.”

“I think we all know why you supported my opponent,” Morrigan replies, untroubled.

“So why would it be different this time?” the huge business demon asks.

“Albedo seduced you.” Morrigan shrugs.

“It’s fair play,” the business demon replies.

“It certainly is,” Morrigan says, reaching over and placing her hand on your thigh. How you get from this civilized, sophisticated negotiation to what comes next, you don’t fully understand.

But you’re naked in your chair, legs spread so that the business demon can see everything, and lazily stroking your hard cock.

He’s naked too, on all fours in front of you, watching.

Morrigan sits on his back with her legs crossed, her tail reaching under him to wrap around his huge, dangling cock. It swirls, squeezes, and tugs his thick shaft.

Morrigan idly runs one finger along one of his horns as he breathes hard, watching you hungrily. He’s drinking in your aura, which you are making no effort to control.

“You know that's Demi’s wife,” Morrigan tells him.

“Tari’s daughter?” he pants.

“That’s right. That dick is going to be inside Demi tonight,” Morrigan purrs.

The business demon’s huge, powerful body tenses.

You take a sharp breath and Morrigan sees the look on your face.

“Don’t,” she warns. “Save that for Demi. You,” she says. “That’s not for you,” she says, covering the business demon’s eyes.

He growls, frustrated. “Let me look.”

“You like human girls?”

“I like this human girl,” he grunts, shuddering as Morrigan’s tail continues to tease him.

“What would you do to her?”

You grip the arms of your chair to keep from touching yourself. Your cock throbs needily. You want release, but Morrigan said no.

“I want to look!” the big demon snaps. He really likes your small, pale body.

“Maybe I’ll let you. If we win,” Morrigan says.