Page 68 of Greed

“Fun in the sun? What the fuck Jared? You almost make me fire one of my best workers, and then you proceed to take off for a weekend of ass? You’ll be lucky if I don’t fire you when you return. Talk to you when you get back.” The man ended the call, and I pulled the phone away from Jared’s mouth.

“Am I really going to get fired,” Jared asked but never took his eyes off the woman with his cock in her mouth.

“I wouldn’t worry about that. I’ll take care of you.” I flicked through his contacts until I found the number for his lawyer. “Same speech.”

I held the phone out to Jared again as it rang, but this time only an answering machine picked up. It took Jared a full ten seconds to stop panting from the incredible servicing he was receiving to speak. Sadly, I knew this was the best and the last blowjob he’d ever have.

Once finished, I took my place in my seat once more. “Okay, Illia, you can stop now.” The dick dropped from her mouth with an audible slurping sound.

“No, no, please don’t stop,” Jared pulled on the bindings trying to get closer.

“Jared, I’m going to give you a very important life lesson. When you pray to a demon, make sure you know what you are signing up for and definitely understand any deal you make.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know you don’t. That is my point,” I said and then stood to replenish my empty drink. “Illia, why don’t you show our young friend here what he’s bargained for this evening.” The screaming started before I’d finished filling my drink and adding the ice. I knew what Jared saw, the beautiful, lush pussy lips that would tantalize him at first, and then Illia showed him what she held inside.

I turned to look at the scene and laughed hard as Jared pissed himself, the hot streams of yellow flying in the air and landing on his chest and in his lap. Just to witness that was well worth the extra clean-up. Illia had stripped down and was bent in front of Jared, spreading her pussy lips apart so he could see the sharp teeth that were waiting inside.

“Help! Get me the fuck out of here,” Jared screamed.

Making my way back to my seat, I avoided the streams of piss spreading across the black marble floor. “Illia here is a Verendent demon. They can provide the most exquisite pleasure, but if you don’t please them first, as you can see, their pussy gets a little hangry,” I chuckled at the stupid joke.

Jared’s breathing was so fast that I feared he’d stroke out before we got going.

“Please, I’ll do anything. Just let me go. I swear I’ll never talk to or even look at Minetta again.” Tears joined the sweat streaming down his face.

“Once upon a time, I was a nice guy Jared, and I would’ve taken you at your word and let you go, hoping you’d learned your lesson.” Jared nodded his head enthusiastically up and down. “But I’m no longer that man, and I have to say I’m looking forward to seeing you burn in Hell, literally speaking, of course.” I turned my attention to Illia. “By all means, my dear, you may proceed.”

“With pleasure Master,” her voice was like silk as she spoke. She licked the side of Jared’s neck, her three tits that Jared could now see hung in his face. He whimpered as he strained to try and put distance between them. Her hand slid down the front of his body until she was able to grab the dick that was continuously jettisoning small streams of semen from the tip. It was joyous to watch Jared fight his primal nature. His hips thrust up into the delicate hand even though he swore and tried to pull away from her touch. The two sides of his mind and body furiously fought with the demon frog elixir running through his veins.

I already knew which one would win. His mind would break and yield to his body's basic desires causing him to beg for what he really did not want.

“What a big cock you have,” Illia purred in Jared’s ear. Her hand moved quickly over the slick and angry-looking piece of flesh. “Mmmm, you smell delicious.” Her tongue snaked out and licked the side of his face.

“No, no, stop. Don’t touch me,” Jared cried out, and yet his body bucked faster in her grip.

“Tell me something, Jared, does the place you work for, this nine, one, one call center that is set up to help those at their most vulnerable, know you make phone recordings of them? Do they know you profit from others’ pain and exploit their painful experiences?” Jared whimpered and then screamed in a mix of fear, pain, and pleasure as the first real stream of come sprayed like a miniature fire hose. “Do they, Jared?” I said.

“Noooo,” he mumbled as Illia continued her work.

“No, I didn’t think so either. You’re definitely coming home to the right place. Everyone there will be so happy to have you.” I sat back, and as Illia’s eyes met mine, I waved her to do her worst. A glint of darkness crossed her eyes as she strolled around Jared, her long blue nails leaving a thin red line on his skin.

Jared’s screaming reached new levels of fear, which I fed on mercilessly as Illia straddled his lap and began what would have been a seductive lap dance. Unfortunately, he now knew what lay inside those lush folds.

I could no longer see his face, but I closed my eyes and listened to his screams and knew exactly the moment when she sat on him and took him inside her for real. The terror-filled screams reached pitches that I didn’t know were possible from a human as those sharp teeth severed this precious cock. The sound of more than fifty teeth crunching together through the muscle and veins was sweet music to my ears.

The screaming continued, and I opened my eyes just in time to watch Illia stand and bend over in front of Jared so he could see his own dick being consumed and eventually swallowed by the demon cunt. Blood flowed onto the floor, and I didn’t even care that it was seeping into my expensive Persian rug.

Illia stood and smiled at me. “You did well, Illia. Consider yourself promoted.”

“My pleasure, Master.” She sucked her finger into her mouth. “Do you require anything else?”

“No, that’s all.” I waved my hand, dismissing her, my eyes never leaving Jared’s pale face. He was still conscious, and I had to admit I was impressed. Soft whimpers fell from his blubbering lips, saliva meeting blood as he stared at the bloody stump that used to be his dick. After finishing my drink, I sat the empty glass aside and slid to the front of my chair to get a better look at Jared before he met his final end.

Placing my hand on the floor in front of me, I called upon my power, the darkness that filled me after my fall flowed out and down, calling on my pièce de résistance. The sound of a billion marching feet reached my ears long before Jared heard them. The room vibrated with the sound as my little pets drew closer. Jared’s eyes flicked up to mine, the vibration strong enough now to shake all the furniture in the room, including the chair he sat on.

“Do you hear that,” I asked. “Do you feel that?”