Another day in Demon World

Facing down Morrigan is not easy, but you can do it if you keep a clear head.

All you wanted to do was play a little soccer, but now this casual pickup game in the heart of downtown Demon City is just as popular as the professional demon sports played in the demon stadium. Everything escalates.

You wanted to fool around with Viti, and you ended up married to a pregnant succubus.

You wanted to show off a little and now you have a huge staff building a gigantic, shockingly evil-looking castle for you.

You really have to rein it in.

Not now, though. Morrigan is here with her team, and you are with yours. These are demons from different walks of demon life. Your best player is your goalkeeper, a distractingly hot and jacked muscle-guy demon who plays nude because he knows that nobody can look away from his bright red, bulging, oiled muscles long enough to make a decent shot. Honestly, he’s the only reason you’ve been winning. Morrigan has made a point to snatch up all the really skilled pickup players, leaving you with the casuals. That means it’s up to you and Muscles McDemon to carry them.

You wish you could watch these games. All the sexy demons and their crazy outfits… you want to just take it in. Morrigan in particular. Ever since she decided that you were a threat and got serious, she’s put on the craziest outfit of all: it’s some kind of dark singlet and sexy, pink leggings with heeled boots. For soccer! She looks cool as hell, and ridiculously hot. Her boobs are the size of her head, but they don’t slow her down.

She has a weakness, though. Vanity. She’s one of those people who gets all worked up when they’re upset and doesn’t stop to think. Until she starts thinking, you’ll keep winning.

It’s a hot day, and you extend the streak with another win.

Seething, Morrigan invites you to the afterparty at her incredible house full of spas and fountains and sex swings and dungeons. There, you socialize with some of your teammates and some of Morrigan’s. At least Morrigan’s friends don’t hate you the way that Morrigan does. Morrigan has a giant, blue, wolf guy on her team. You’d think that he would be a threat, but he’s not. He’s terrible at soccer, but he’s funny. You almost spill your drink, laughing at one of his jokes, which are a bit dark. You try not to be distracted by your jacked goalkeeper, who is across the room, pounding one of Morrigan’s midfielders to tears, holding both her hands behind her back and pulling her hair. Her clothes lie in tatters on the floor as she shrieks for him not to stop until another demon walks up and gags her with his cock.

You know where Morrigan is: by the pool, taking an angry frustration ride on one of her butlers while venting to her friends about the stupid human showoff.

“What are you building out there?” A pink demon asks, nudging you. “I was driving by your place. What’s Demi up to?”

“Oh, just uh, some renovations,” you say.