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“Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit!” You crashed around the corner, merely avoiding an old imp lady with a cane.

“Oof! Sorry, man! Shit, I need to hurry!” Lungs burning, your heart thumping in your chest, you did your fucking best to avoid another accident today. With the aid of your tired wings and your more than strained legs, you parkoured through the bustling streets. 

Fuck! Where did that bug come from?! You swatted an awfully big insect from your face that came out of nowhere. A nasty green splat was the last thing you needed!

You slalomed through the big crowd trying to reach your workplace in time.

Well, you were already fifteen minutes late as far as you were concerned. Your boss was gonna be mad as fuck. Shit. After three more minutes, you miraculously managed to arrive at her office. 

Panting and sweating like you´d just run a marathon you bent over to catch your breath. Your throat and lungs hurt from running faster than you ever had in your school years.

Your boss sat in her big ass red chair at the end of the spacious room. The desk was adorned with plastic plants, fancy-looking elegant decorations, and a picture of her husband. Yes, truly the role model of a perfect woman.

Before you were able to splutter an apology, because you still tried to catch your breath, she took off her glasses and frowned. After a long-exhausted sigh, she pursed her pink-colored lips.

There she goes.

“Ugh, Y/N what happened to you? Why are you late again? It´s over 25 minutes!”

That motherfucking...“It is only 18 minutes-“

“So you always plan on arriving just on time at your workplace? At this hour there are lots of traffic jams and accidents. You must count that in!” Today, she'll probably try to lecture you again about her vision of an ideal worker *cough* slave.

“No, of course not! I-I am always around ten minutes earlier- “

“But ten minutes is not enough.” She leaned forward with a look of vomit-inducing fake concern.

Fuck, you only got paid for the hours you work here and not the time you should be here to guarantee that you´re  1000% ready even if all of hell is caught in a massive flood!

“Well-", you laughed nervously, “I WOULD have been on time, but- you see- the bus driver was a biiit late today and he had run over a child later so we had to wait until he pried it off the windshield," you inhaled quickly and then continued the surreal yet very much real explanation," and then the police arrived and then he tried to get away, which lead into a big car chase and I am sure you can see it on- Ah! look there it is!” You pointed at the television screen at the side of the room.

Psew 

With a quick flick of her hand, she turned the TV off which previously showed the bus driver shouting out the driver’s window while speeding down the highway. You were sure if this TV had 4K resolution, which you bet it did, and zoomed into the picture you would have been able to spot your breakfast-covered window.

“Y/N…” -please stop saying my name like that- “I can see that you are clearly having troubles with your situation right now, but I must remind you that I can only help you so far…”

Oh, how exactly did she ever help you. 

“Pardon? I mean-I-I didn’t come too late cause it was my fault- “

“Some things in life are not about whose fault it is…” Oh, shut up. You can practically feel the false sympathy oozing from her costly vanilla perfume-scented skin. How dare she ruin the scent of vanilla for you.

At this point, everything you say will be used against you. Every negative emotion will be counted as incompetence, and she will add another made-up fact about why you seem to struggle with life and were just a weak sheep at the bottom of hell's food chain.

Knowing fully well you would lose either way, and that this stunt left another bad impression on you that will further make your job a pain in the ass, you decided to just give up and start your workday so she doesn’t blame you for trying to stall.

“I am sorry mam, next time I will be on time.” You bowed your head a little to show how sorry you were about your mistake.

Another sigh of utter disappointment escaped from her features. “You know, we are all trying our best. Maybe you could just try a bit harder if you have trouble with a normal scheduled workday?” You tried so hard not to make a face right now, telling yourself you could scream and punch the air in the locker room later.

She gave you the: I-think-something-is-clearly-wrong-with-you-but-you-refuse-to-acknowledge-it-stare. Just because your lifestyle and choices are out of the social succubus norm, doesn't mean you lack quality in life. The fucking audacity.

Yes, she had her eyes on you from the start.

Succubi Culture supposedly stands for sexual diversity and yet you always got socially whacked in the face for your lack of interest. What piss-off hypocrites.

Never seen an asexual succubus before? Heh. You neither. And your parents neither. And your whole social circle neither, but welp, you can´t help it. There are probably more peeps out there, but you never searched for the Asexual Succubi Outcast Club.

It´s not like you disliked sex. Heck, you did have a sex life. You just didn´t need it. It was fun as a hobby, but you never yelled “Awooga!” as soon as you saw a dong or a vagania! Succubus society didn't really leave you a choice in not trying yourself out in your younger years. There is a great celebration when young succubi are first allowed to have sex. Younger you had lots of adventures, but you found out that whenever there was no one around that piqued your interest- you just had no desire for it. Plain and simple.

Was that normal sexual behavior? Is that even asexuality? Is that considered asexual when you are a purebred succubus, like yourself, and don´t feel the need to sensually rub yourself against your crush´s leg on the first date? Heck, you had no idea… Browsing for an answer only ever ended up in you feeling worse and the debates in the internet did not help in you feeling like a disgrace to your kind…

Well, you could still remember when you dropped your sexual orientation and preferences at the last Christmas celebration here in the office. Back then, you were just two weeks into this job, and everybody almost dropped whatever drink, plate, or make-out partner they had, when they heard you say it. You swore you even heard a cricket somewhere in the room.

Since that day, your boss has taken a liking to pitying you. It started with words of encouragement, which you soon learned did not come from an honest place. You were foolish to tell your boss too much about your life, cause within two days everybody knew about it. How exciting, sometimes your colleagues told you random information that you didn´t even know about yourself! It was basically the truth mixed with her own fucked up psychological assumptions about why you had trouble opening yourself up to others, or why you hopped from job to job so much…

To be honest, you weren’t an angel. Hell, nobody here was! You had to agree that your way of living was a bit chaotic, but somehow you kept attracting chaos and disaster like some weird magnet. You didn´t know why. Half of the people you told about your past never believed all that shit happened. To be honest, you had to agree it really did sound kinda surreal.

Anyways, you were ready to finally start turning your life around! A normal schedule, live in a normal ass apartment, cozy and nice leisure time- yes! Those were your plans for the future! No, the present! Yes, your new life started now.

Fueled by new determination to hussle towards a new and brighter future, you decided accepting the not so bright present and past was the first you could make to archive your goals. First things first, you had to snap back to the agonizing present and the real pain in the ass right in front of you. Apologizing again, you grabbed your stamp card from her twig-like fingers and made your way to the locker room to get into your working attire.

After you were done punching the air like in one of those boxer movies, while envisioning your boss's face as a target, you hurried to your work colleagues.

Today´s duty was plain and simple. Ozzy´s factory needed an ASAP delivery into another facility in the Greed Ring. More than happy that the truck arrived just when you entered the hall, you hopped into the already fully packed trailer where you high-fived your work besties.

Was it safe to travel in a small space with so many heavy overloaded boxes? No. Was it legal? Also no. Did anybody NOT give a shit about anyone’s security on the road? Yes!

That was the sole reason why your company got hired by many big companies in the first place. Your crew often carried out the tasks that they couldn’t legally force their workers to do. In other words: They payed you to do the shit work, so they can label their products as: Safely manufactured and shipped by their employees. <3

Welp, you didn’t mind. Being a succubus did come in handy here! You were flexible as hell and your wings gave you a real advantage in case a big metal frame was about to collapse on you. Funny how so many features designed for sexual pleasure provided such a badass skillset in life. Fuck yeah!

The drive from Lust to Greed did not take long. Considering your company had many neat deals with traffic checkpoints to let you through in an instant and your driver speeding about 40% over the average speeding limit- it would only take a few more minutes to arrive.

The cozy- only by your phones- dimly lit room came to a sudden halt. You couldn´t conclude there are workers in the back when it is not equipped like there definitely shouldn't be workers in the back- hehe.

A few boxes almost tumbled over your group, but since you were used to it by now, you just ducked and evaded the falling boxes. Of course, catching some of them too. Padding the floor was a cheap way to skip securing the cargo. Honestly, an empty trailer kinda gave off the vibe of a rubber room in psychiatric hospitals in one of those old horror movies. 

The large door opened with an unhealthy creak, then you hopped off and landed right on a dark green and dirty road. Glancing up the large building before you, you instantly spotted the giant grinning visage of a wicked jester seemingly staring right back at you- the trademark logo of the ruler of Greed.

Apparently, you and your lot got ordered to ship some of Ozzy´s toys or whatever to one of Mammon´s offices. Special deliveries were usually excecuted by his own employes, but what did you know?

Kev was scratching the back of his neck as he read through the instructions.

“Whazup, Kevolino?”

“Urr, we are supposed to bring that stuff up to floor 98!” he yelled for all to hear, but still unsure if he had read the instructions right. 

“98-?! How many are there?” Your colleague Shelly asked baffled.

“98…” 

Uff! That meant you were heading either straight to the attic or the grand office. You hoped they had large enough elevators. Which was a 50/50 chance. On one hand, you doubted these fancy shmucks would even waste a precious minute in taking stairs, but on the other hand, it would suit Greed´s reputation of avoiding lawsuits from bad maintenance of their technical interior. Plus, there was something called "portals". 

When entering the hallway, to your delight, you instantly spotted a wide elevator straight at the end. The large metal doors flashing the sin´devilishly grinning symbol. Even in other rings, it was hard to miss that Mammon took a grand liking in plastering his face onto everything he owned.

Fokusing back on your tasks, first, you helped stacking the boxes in front of the main entrance before you all carried the heavy packages into the elevator. Everyone had to stifle a laugh when one of the deliveries suddenly started to vibrate. A small childish debate started on who had to carry said funny cargo all the way to its destination.

After a professional game of Tetris in the big ass fucking elevator, tidily arranging the large pile of boxes, you pushed the button with the green glowing 98 on it. The journey didn’t even take that long. Huh, time is money?

When two shiny doors slid open, you were greeted with a very spacious and luxurious hallway leading to what appeared to be a grand office or a business meeting room. The whole interior was adorned with green décor. The dark black tiles radiated an ominous vibe. You felt like you just set foot in a rich evil villain’s lair. One where the main villain gathers all his subordinates, where they plan to take over the world. Perhaps this was even the case here?

It was only when your workmate Charlie came back from his first round of carrying stuff into the office you started to get a bad feeling.

Why? Because he was making all kinds of scared faces without saying a word. You shook your head and scrunched up your face as a sign of wtf-is-wrong? Even when you passed him and started walking backward, he was still staring at you wide-eyed while mouthing something. `What?` You mouthed with a more than puzzled face.

Whatever he tried to tell you-warn you about- it felt unsettling. Just like that one time, he grimaced hard when you accidentally said you have nothing planned for today when your boss asked if you were up to something this afternoon. You had to change shifts with somebody else. Right after your 10-hour shift. Back then, you wished you had listened to his silent warning.

Well now you do, but it seemed like you wouldn’t be able to avoid whatever lay ahead. You tried to brace yourself with whatever danger lurked right behind those massive double doors.

You had a job to do. You were paid for it. Whatever crime scene you were about to see, you would be ready to ignore the odds and act cool.

When you walked into the grand and massive office you couldn’t see anything unusual at first glance, only when your eyes reached the other end of the ridiculously long table-

O H   J E S U S   C H R I S T  I N   A   P O R N   A D!!

You almost stumbled and dropped your boxes, catching your balance just in time. Staring wide-eyed at the sight before you, your claws left small scratches on the cheap carton's surface when you clutched onto it.

As soon as you recovered from the initial shock, you stepped forward but stumbled over the edge of the carpet making you look like Bambi, when he slid across the ice.  After a few goofy moves, trying hard not to lose the package, you found your footing again.

He looked at you.

Then you marched on, acting as if you just didn't make an absolute fool out of you and you were absolutely cool about the weird stunt you just pulled.

`No the frick- nothing was cool here!?`

With a stiff walk, you set your load right beside the one Charlie dropped off. Then you continued your way back.

`Walk normal. Walk like a background character. You are a fucking NPC!` you tried to soothe yourself.

A sudden low grumbling “Hm” made you stop in your tracks in an instant. Nerves on fire, you waited a few seconds, but when nothing happened, you continued your march towards your safe space called the hallway.

He definitely didn’t mean you! Walk on if you want to live!

Outside, you tried to warn Monica the same way Charlie tried to warn you. From her stressed and questioning look you could see, that she already got the stare from Charly too. That wasn’t even half enough to prepare you for the situation at hand, so you darted your eyes back and forth between her and the door while making an Oscar-winning expression of pure shock.

You loved your work buddies, but honestly, whoever were to fuck up here and got eaten alive, none of you would go out of your way to help nor even stretch out a hand. Heck, if y'all had to run for your lives , you were sure you´d shove each other to the ground witgout a second thought to grant you better chances of survival.

Dread creeped through your more than tense muscles. The fact that your breakfast had left you on the early morning bus ride didn’t help in giving you a solid basis to fend off your growing anxiety. 

On your way back into the dangerous cave, your mind had already spaced out. Your coworkers seemed to do the same. Their expressions shifted into some kind of default face, too.

Grab box- walk- stack- turn around- walk- grab box- walk again.

Almost like a mantra to steady you, repeating it on and on inside your head.

Shit. You had to grab the last box. Kev that motherfucker! You were sure he carried two boxes at the same time, just to avoid carrying the last one. The others were already lined up with a wide-eyed stare. Wishing you luck and at the same time, they were glad as shit that they didn’t have to do the job. Usually, that task would be done before the whole shipment was loaded off at the customer, but you were sure Kev also lost his shit when he saw him first and tried to procrastinate the inevitable until the end. Dickhead.

When you started your final round with the last box and clipboard on top of it, you prayed to whatever good-natured god there was that you´d get out of this one mostly unharmed.

Huh, what an irony. Praying to a god for help, when you were about to face one literal god himself. 

With quick strides, you closed the distance between the entrance and the end of the room, where he sat in his large, enormous office chair. The big, massive jester demon was fixed on the screen of his phone. His other set of arms casually relaxed on the armrests. Even in their smallest form, the sins towered over every commoner.

So up close he looked even more menacing than when you tried to blend him out of your vision. His size was sheer massive- not only talking about the height. His attire resembled that of a rich pompous jester, yet the whole composition did not raise a laugh out of you. Mammon was quite popular as an entertainer and performer. Many would give their whole fortune just to hug him. You met a guy once who gushed about how sweet and huggable he looked.

Standing so close to him, you could feel the power and dark demonic presence radiating off him. Maybe it was the glow of his toxic green eyes or his semi-pissed scowl that made your skin crawl.

After setting down the object you had desperately clung to for the last agonizing seconds, you grabbed the clipboard and made a few steps towards him.

Before you could even fully croak your pathetic “Excuse me, sir” he cut you off:

“S´that all?” Not even looking up from his device.

“Y-Yes, sir! We´ve unloaded all the-, “You got cut off again, because he startled you when he suddenly stood up from his oversized chair and moved towards the very very neatly placed items behind you. You had to jump to the side, or you were sure he´d just have rammed into you or would have brutally shoved you aside.

Either way, the focus was on the delivery now. You just needed his signature on the document, then you´d be outta here. Grasping the plastic board tight, but leaving the paper unharmed, you started to chew on your bottom lip anxiously.

“What the fuck is that.”

“Your delivery…sir?”

“I didn’t order that shit!”

“Uhm- we didn´t make these, we were just paid to-“Before you could finish your sentence he thrashed around, grabbed you by your overall, and lifted you from the ground with one arm. He was now inches from your face.

“Does it fucking look like any perverted bastard would buy any off that ugly ass bullshit?!” the tall demon yelled, shoving a freshly manufactured vibrator in your face. With your heightened senses you could smell the chemical stench coming from it. Mammon´s pissed-off glare casted a green glow on your fearful expression.

“I-I d-don´t know, s-sir!” you stammered.

“Well, I wouldn’t even wipe my ass with that! Not if I had the choice between a bloody dry cactus and that piece of shit!” the demon prince spat.

He dropped you, as soon as he fetched the clipboard from your hands. You landed on your butt, but your fluttering wings slowed the impact at least a bit. Rubbing your behind, you waited for whatever outburst or punishment would come next.

Scanning the whole list, Mammon squinted and then frowned.

“I´m not paying for that shit. You better tell your boss to get me the real stuff or else…”

You really didn’t want to imagine what “else” meant. There was a silent rule followed by all lower demons in hell. If a deadly sin crosses your path and asks for your head, one will reply: “Medium or rare?” Only those whose primal instinct of flight kicked in couldn’t follow that rule obviously, but they were done for either way.

You dug your claws into your arm tightly to do anything to keep you from trembling with fear. The massive demon stared you down, waiting for a reply.

You gathered all the strength you had left: “Sir, I am sorry, but we are only the delivery company, we stand in no relation to Ozzy´s factory.”

His menacing gaze was unwavering, but from what you could see that seemed to ease him a bit. He probably didn’t want to fry your little ass anymore, but you still had no signature and therefore could not leave.

“Oi, then let your people drive back there and tell those cunts to bring me the real shit- the shit that was actually supposed to be on my fucking desk right now!” Mammon hissed while smacking the clipboard on the table´s surface so hard, you feared the cheap plastic might break any second.

“O-Okay, sir! Will do, right away!”

When you were about to grab the first box to transport it back to your coworkers, he suddenly grabbed you by the arm and spun you around again.

“And what the hell do ya think yer doin´?” he growled, a pissed scowl back on his face. 

“Putting the delivery back inside the truck, sir?” You muttered, hoping you didn’t fuck things up further for you.

“Nah, I'll tell ya what's gonna happen," he started with a sweat grin, but his tone became lower and and more threatening by the second," your little fuck scum pals get their asses back t´Ozzy´s Craptory and leave that shit load here, while we'll be waitin' roight here for the real stuff to come to my place. Oi, you got me, missy?”

Apparently, aggressively invading personal space was his favorite way to assert his dominance. To your pity, it worked! Even your heart stopped beating for a few seconds when his imposing figure loomed over you to make sure you did not to miss a single threat he said.

It took you a few seconds before you registered- `Wait, what… We?!`

“Of course! Wouldn’t want your little cheap delivery butts just driving off and leaving me to deal with that bullshit myself?!”

Oh, shit you actually had said that out loud! You almost forgot he was still gripping your arm, but the stinging pain reminded you that there was literally no escape anymore.

So, were you some kind of pawn for the company right now?! You were sure your boss would yeet your tiny ass when she heard the news with: “Oh no! She will be missed, but what could we have possibly done?”

You gulped thickly, not really happy about the outcome so far. Your day has started shitty and by how things were going you were sure you´ll start today's diary sentence: “Dear diary, today I died. Got killed by this big demon god-jester thing. I´ll leave all that I own to my dead cat Guppy!”

The ruler of Greed let go of your arm more gently this time before he marched to the entrance. Kicking the doors open with a loud slam, he yelled for everyone, even the next 10 floors down, to hear:

“Ey, ya dickheads fucking go back where you fetched that miserable shit from and get me what I fucking actually asked for before ya get your asses back here and tell them I ain't paying for any of that shit or your stupid services! Ya get ya pal back, when I get what I fucking want, ya got me?!”

Even from the back of the office, you could hear them answer with the same shaky squeaking tone as you did before. Only they sounded like a chorus of anxious mice.

You shuffled to the pile of your failed shipment in high hopes of blending in since you were probably just as worthless to him as the “trash” behind you.

To your utter dismay, he did not forget you were there. When he closed the doors again, he walked straight back up in your direction. When he reached his office chair he halted for a split second. Then he turned his head around, eying you up and down. The cash symbolled bells on his hat jingled lightly. A devilish smirk started to spread on his face.

“Don´t worry, little missy," he said, his gravely voice slow and deep, "I will take good care of ya.”

A malicious low chuckle emitting from the massive demon did not give off the impression that he intended to go soft on you during your waiting period.

Fuck.

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Eyes wide, the muscles in your legs frozen, and your tail anxiously coiling itself around your left leg.

You stared in disbelief at the massive green jester in front of you. Your day could have been so fine, but how did it come to this? Luck really seemed to avoid you at all costs. No way this counts as a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Slowly backing away, as he stepped closer. Your short legs- they weren’t short, he was just insanely tall! - couldn’t keep up the pace. You tripped over the pile of goods behind you and tried to get right back up to keep as much distance between you and him. The devilish green glowing glint in his eyes and the way he exposed his sharp jagged teeth in a malicious grin made your mind go blank and caused your adrenaline level to gradually rise.

You have never been in a comparable situation like this before. Well, you got almost killed a few times now and then and might have died from a few stupid stunts. Although, nothing could ever come close to this. Meeting a sin or any royal for that matter in an everyday life setting can only mean four things for a low-class demon:

One, you are about to get unalived. Plain and simple. Second, you work for them. Third, you just happen to be around and make it out alive, or fourth: there was an actual positive occasion for you to seek their presence.

This wasn´t some sidewalk encounter nor were you at one of his famous shows or concerts, so you highly doubted that the odds were in your favor today! Sure, there are some royals known to be kind and even gentle, when it comes to commoners. Asmodeus for example!

But this wasn't Asmodeus. It was Mammon, one of the most infamous powerful creatures that exist in hell and right now he seemed to quite enjoy himself, while he watched you trying to get away like a small fly trapped in a spider web.

Another dark chuckle escaped his throat: "Now come on, I didn't say anythin' mean, did I? Why are you backin' away, missy? How rude of ya."

A sly smirk on his features indicated, he clearly made fun of you. Despite your internal efforts, you just can’t help backing away, when he closes in on you like a predator stalking its prey. You were sure that this man knew excactly what he was doing.

He straightened his back, holding out all of his hands in an inviting gesture. "Ay, don't gimme that look! Why don´tcha come over here and we talk a lil until your buddies come back for ya, yeah?"

Yet, you were not very keen on taking up that offer. When you didn’t react, he walked back towards the long office desk and pulled out a chair for you to sit on.

This was not an invitation. This was a trap.
Anybody could smell that from miles away. Why else would he entertain himself with a low-class demon like you. Maybe he wanted to snap your neck and sell your organs? No, you doubt anyone would even want those sugar-filled bags of meat.

Your eyes flicked to the clock. It was a bit too early for lunchtime, but maybe not late enough for breakfast? You gasped internally. Late breakfast! Brunch! Will you be his next meal, if you dare stepping forward? You had zero idea what these god-like creatures loved to do in their spare time.

On second thought, your options were limited to zero anyway. Carefully, you walked towards that chair he was still expectedly holding out for you to take a seat on. A wide stretched friendly grin on his features, reminding you of a smiley face. Trying to convince you he could do no harm.

Without further ado, you dragged your cowering form to the cushioned small office chair. All of a sudden, just when you were about to sit down, he grabbed one of your wrists:

With a cocky grin, he huffed: "You know, how 'bout we use that spare time we got here a bit more...", he put one finger to his chin and looked up like he was intently pondering, ”- productively?” The tall demon clicked his tongue and flashed another cheeky smile.

Dumbfounded you sputtered: “Wha-? I mean, what… do you mean?”

`Please say Monopoly`

Closing the distance between you and him, the tall jester leaned far down, almost meeting you face level. The sudden closeness made you extremely uncomfortable. You held your breath and your eyes darted between those two ominous toxic glowing orbs.

His smirk started to creep back yet again: “Hehe, see, my day has not been goin' great so far. It was rather... exhausting, and I got so much stuff later ahead.” His voice was laced with a pitiful tone. "So, I've been thinkin'! Maybe now that you're here, ya could help me out a bit? Yeah?" a charming smile followed by a rather dark chuckle.

`What does he…?` You knitted your brows in desperation, trying to figure out what he was hinting at.

“Uhm…excuse me sir, but I´m afraid I-I don´t know what you mean?” you tried your best to sound steady, but failed horribly. A nervous and awkward giggle escaped your lips as you averted your eyes.  Trying to look anywhere but him, when he was so close to you.

Suddenly, you felt your tail getting wrapped around something. With a jolt you searched for the source of your discomfort, only to spot Mammon twirling your shaky appendage with the index finger of his left lower arm.

Now staring back at the ruler of greed, you recognized his features morphing more and more into a cheeky expression. His eyes squinted and the corners of his mouth stretched almost from one side of his face to the other. He seemed to be waiting for something.

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest, as he started to trace the outline of your collarbone all the way up to your chin.

Suddenly it clicked.

`Oh… OH.`

Why didn’t you realize it sooner? It was obvious. What could a royal demon king possibly even want from you? You almost forgot…

You were a succubus!

The giant jester instantly broke out into booming laughter at seeing your dumbstruck face.

"Now what did ya think, I was talkin' about, ya stupid cunt?" he crackled even louder. The bells of his hat jingled as his whole body shook with laughter.

Embarrassed, you shrunk into the chair, hiding your head between your shoulders and looking up at him with a flushed face. You truly were an embarrassment for your kind. How stupid of you to randomly forget what your culture was all about:

SEX.

The large demon before you leaned back down, still chuckling from amusement:
"Now, d'ya say? Just you and me. Quite the opportunity for a lil' shit like you!"

Squishing your cheeks with one hand he whispered: “Today must be yer lucky day.”

Your eyes went wide. You almost shit your pants. So this was really happening?!

Considering your options, you'd favorably bang the sin of greed than what you previously had feared would happen. Despite everything, you can't help but welcome this surprisingly – at least to you- new outcome. In fact, your succubi friends would cheer you on for being able to fuck a deadly sin. It's a rare chance for any succubi. You could even put that in your resume.

With a forced smile you squeaked: “Yeah, I'd love to!”

X X X X

And with that, you sealed your fate, because as soos as those words left your lips the sin pulled you up from the chair and close to him. You bumped against his soft middle. One beefy arm  wrapped itself around you, making it impossible to get away.

Almost like a toy under his large arm, the massive demon carried you over to his big luxurious office chair. He sat down and placed you right between his legs.

You had no time to process that you were standing in front of a deadly sin’s crotch because two greedy hands instantly unzipped your jacket and pulled on its back to remove it in one harsh motion. Another pair of hands hastily made quick work of ridding you off your shirt and the straps of your working overall. Almost like an agitated kid, unwrapping his craved Christmas present.

Then, the king of greed impatiently turned you around and tugged on the middle of your panties trying to grant him better access to your lower regions. Before you could brace yourself, you suddenly felt cold claws gliding all the way down from your midsection to the bottom of your underwear. He couldn’t wait until you fully undressed after all.

You sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden sensation of his big and calloused claws sliding down to your sensitive parts. The unexpected feeling of the glove´s fabric between your lips caused you to shiver and clench your legs together, trying to halt the sudden intruder.

Mammon tutted at you denying him access. Then he bent forward, basically hovering over your tiny form, hungrily eyeing you from above. For a moment you weren’t sure anymore if you were his food or not.

One thing was certain: He was looking forward to receiving a hell of a joy ride and you were the little plaything that was supposed to grant him just that.

Heck, if you had learned one thing or two about good pleasurable sex in school, then you were more than determined to show them off now.

Time to make your ancestors proud! This was a deadly sin behind you. The biggest honor there is for any succubus. You won't let your kind´s reputation go down.

Before you could even form a solid plan, one hand grasped one of your flexible wings, slightly bending you back. Another clawed hand grabbed one leg and hoisted it up to grant the already occupied one even better excess towards your core and the last one greedily just plopped under your bra to knead one of your breasts.

You yelped in shock and surprise as two of his fingers unexpectedly pushed  inside. Mammon chuckled at your flushed face and pathetic squirming in his grasp. With your body pressed against his belly, you could feel the warmth radiating off his skin. Even through the layers of his costume, you could still feel the softness his round mid-section as he pressed you further against him.

Letting go of your wing, an arm wrapped itself around your middle to secure your position for good. The one hand that was still plunged deep in your entrance showed no intent of leaving. With his fingers wiggling slightly, you figured he enjoyed the sensation of the stretchy flesh inside you.

You held back a groan at the sudden fullness without any foreplay. Your brain wasn’t even prepared for such a sudden invasion. Your mind began to spin as he generously tested the stretchiness down below. Then, the one hand holding your leg up high joined the other groping your breasts. Two thumps stroking your sensitive nipples, now exposed to the cool office chair.

A low rumble emitted from his chest, and you heard him lick his lips. The lewd sound of his massive tongue followed by another sinister chuckle made you feel uneasy. You had tried your best not to stare when you were first up close to him, but you couldn’t help spot the three thick purple stripes on his green-forked tongue. Now probably ready for… oh Satan.

Help.

This whole time, you couldn’t get a glimpse of his expression. The large jester was unnaturally quiet from the short time you had interacted with him. You could feel his hot breath brush against the back of your neck. Goosebumps instantly formed on your skin. Your shivering seemed to entice him because all of a sudden you could feel him leaning down. A big slimy tongue dragging along the side of your neck.

Your mind went blank in an instant. Heart hammering in your rib cage. It was impossible to focus on all these sensations at once. His fingers were still buried inside your core, breasts and nipples roughly rubbed, groped and pinched by his fingers and his slick wet tongue tasted the right side of your face.

The one hand down under seemed to have had enough foreplay because another finger impatiently slipped inside. You squealed and gasped, feeling your insides stretching more and more as the king of Greed slowly tested your body's limits.

"Hehehe. Yer bloody cunt can take a lot! I wonder how much farther I can get?"

All four fingers inside you, wiggling and turning. Yet again you mentally kissed the creator of your kind to grace you with such immensely elastic intimate parts, cause else he would have just ripped you to shreds with all that tugging. 

"Now whaddaya say? I think we're done with playing around. I'd fuckin love to get a taste of that stretchy thing myself, eh?"

After you only let out a pathetic and meek moan, since he was still assaulting your body with his greedy hands, a menacing chuckle echoed through the room. 

With you still pressed against his soft plushy middle, he turned towards the desk in a quick motion. He released his fingers from your insides. The sudden lack of fullness caused you to inhale sharply. Without another word of flattery, he threw you onto the table, knocking the wind out of your lungs. Two arms gripping your shoulders reduced the impact so you didn’t straight-on hit your head on the hard metal surface. You were actually grateful for that.

There wasn't a moment to adjust to the sudden coldness emitting of the dark and gloomy table's surface because the giant demon hastily pulled the rest of your trousers off. Throwing them onto the floor and then working on his own. Lifting your head you tried to get a glimpse of-

Oh hell.

Your eyes immediately spotted his steadily growing massive member under his belly. Mammon hungrily eyed your much smaller body, ready to get some true action for himself.

“Ya know. Let´s skip the rest and go straight to the fucking main course!” He growled impatiently.

With a quick pull, he dragged you towards him. You just stared up at him as two hands came down on right above your head. His lower set of hands were still grabbing your legs tightly. Surely leaving a mark later.

First, you held your breath, but then inhaled sharply when you felt his slick striped cock touching your entrance with its tip. He halted.

“Hm, now let's see how much ya can take of the real deal here.” The giant jester breathed.

His expression darkened. “Ya better take everything in and not made me waste my fockin' time on ya.”

Staring into the bottomless glowing eyes of green above you, a tear of sweat rolled down your temple.

Before you could even start your confirmative answer: “Yes…si-“ he rammed into you at once. Your insides stretched to the max in an instant. The sudden shock left you breathless. He wasn’t fucking lying.

A maniacal laughter filled the room. The bells of his hat jingled as he shook with amusement.

“Would ya look at that! That's what I call a bloody nice cunt!” The demon prince seemed more than satisfied with the outcome of his experimental all-in thrust.

He slid out only to grind right back in. “Now that's what I'm lookin' for! What a nice stretchy lil' thing you are.” He guffawed and rammed into you yet again.

His laughter morphed into excited pants as he kept pounding into your poor overwhelmed flesh. You held your breath and concentrated on keeping yourself from tensing up down there so as not to accidentally squeeze your walls too tight. Displeasing him and cutting his fun ride short was the worst thing to happen now.

The stripped tongue lolling out of his maw, panting and huffing to the rhythm of his ongoing pounding against your sex, Mammon was enjoying his ride to the fucking fullest. Even laughing in between as he went faster and faster. His hat creating funny jingling noises with every thrust. You had almost blocked them out by now.

“Ya bloody bitch better take everythin' in,” licking his lips and moaning in between,” – don´t even spill a single drop, ya fuckin´ cunt!”

You were trying your best to breathe under the crushing weight of his upper buddy. Not only was his member giving you a hard time, but his big belly kept on squishing you against the table again and again. As soft as it was, you still had to time your breathing, cause the ragged layers of his costume covered your face every now and then.

His pace got faster. For such a heavy man, the demon above you had lots of stamina. Not only did his hips buck against your core, but the arms holding your legs kept pulling you against him, shoving you back and forth in the process, too.

You weren’t even doing anything, but yet this was fucking wearing you out.

Mammon's peak was near cause you could hear his panting and breathing come more heavily.

“Ah, fuck yes. Shit!” the giant jester breathed as he started to chase his own high.

You on the other hand were completely overwhelmed with all the sensations your aching cunt had to endure. To your surprise, the rough treatment of an orgasm was slowly creeping inside your walls too. Creating a familiar tingly feeling, making you close your eyes and concentrate on the sensation below as Mammon kept on going with full force now.

Your breathing, heavy and ragged. A warmth slowly spread inside your lower region. A burning sensation. You could feel your walls clench around his enormous cock, begging for more friction.

You had no idea this was even possible. You had never come with the stupid in and out alone. Maybe his freakin abnormally big and squishy member managed to stimulate your G-spot enough?

There was not much time to think, nor energy to form any more coherent thoughts, because Mammon's thrusts became more uncoordinated. He tried to create even more friction and stimulation by bending and moving his hips differently.

And that just did it. You gasped for air, as you felt a hot tingling sensation spread throughout your core, making you moan and pant. Your clenching and spasming vagina seemed to cause your sex mate to follow suit.

“Oh fuckin´ shit, FUCK!” He cursed and shouted.

With a few more heavy and strong thrusts, his erection somewhat hardened even more, and then started to release his warm cum inside you. The pulsating member grew rock hard in an instant, forming a tight knot in your insides. You tried to get as much air into your lungs as possible, but the waves of your orgasm and his throbbing dick made it hard for you to fucking breathe normally.

Black spots danced in your vision and you had no idea if it were from today´s stress, your lack of sleep and energy, or the fucking fact that you just had been fucked senseless by a deadly sin on his office desk!

As soon as he was done loading your pussy with his semen, his composure relaxed and you could feel his grip loosen around your legs. The tall jester straightened his back, panting from the exhausting and blissful joyride.

“Ahahaha... Fuck, yes. Jus' what I needed, mate…” He hummed and rolled his head back.

You on the other hand still tried to keep your body in check. Legs weak, breath coming out in unrhythmic pants and your aching sensitive parts seemed to moan from the absolute rollercoaster of sensations he just put you through. You reminded yourself to give it a nice I-am-so-proud-of-you- and well-done bath! It definitely deserved the "Vagina of the Year" award.

What put you off, was the hell of an orgasm you just had. It was normally not that easy to get you going so fast. Hell, he was just mindlessly wiggling his fingers and then just rutting inside you? 

“Ah, yer done great, ya lil bitch!” He chuckled and, roughly patted the side of your hip as if you were some kind of horse or pet, who´d done a good job. Well, to him, you probably were nothing more than a pathetic little pet, so…

Still not uttering a word, you tried to regain your strength even though you almost hadn’t actively moved a single muscle throughout the whole ordeal. His member had softened and slid out, creating wet lewd noises of his and probably also your juices. You took a sharp breath at the loss of the fullness inside you. It felt like your walls deflated and your insides shrunk back just like a balloon would when you let the air out.

X X X X 

Finaly you could feel how fucked up your vagina was by now. It hurt like hell, but you forbid yourself to wince.

Mammon wore a satisfied grin and relished in the post-orgasm afterglow,  yet he was ignoring you completely. He did not care about you nor your well-being. Right here and now, You were just a fuck tool and for fucking only. To him, you were probably nothing but a disposable sex toy. Ready to use and quick to throw away as soon as it fulfilled its purpose.

You certainly did not mind right now. You weren’t harmed nor were you in any kind of danger around the sin of greed. With your type of luck, and all the things that could have happened to you - this wasn’t the worst possible outcome.

Fucking shit…how the hell did you get into a situation like this. 

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Clenching your thighs together, you tried your best not to walk all too funny when you stumbled on the sidewalk of the suburban neighborhood. Only a few more blocks and you´d be home.

`Fuck. I hope I got some ointment at home.`

You winced every now and then. Your mighty best friend down below did a mighty fine job today.

Damn, how did you even survive this?

Remembering all that happened in the last few hours, you decided to put that into your memory book of weird fucked up shit you´ve experienced and rather not talk about. At this point, you were basically playing wtf bingo. Collecting a fair share of stamps from every mishap that sounded too bizarre to be true.

Fucking the literal embodiment of greed was now one of them. Yay!

It was still hard to believe. The big greedy jester had pulled his pants back up after you were done and just let you lay on top of the table like a used wanking-tissue. When you tried to sit up you could already feel his fluids leaking out of your body. With a desperate look, you turned toward the man who had just fucked the soul out of your body. He sat there with a thick cigarette in hand, enjoying the post-orgasm afterglow.

When you asked him, where you could “clean” yourself, he absentmindedly snapped to just walk down the corridor. Not wanting to disturb him in his current okay-ish mood, you ran down the big hallway. Half-naked. Some loan sharks and imps saw you rushing down the hall to find a toilet. Of course, they only had one for men.

The recent whore of Mammon. Nothing out of the ordinary. One shark-looking individual even took a piss beside you. A cocky grin revealing how oddly amusing your pathetic sight must have been. He left without a word…and without washing his hands.

Shaking your head in embarrassment and discomfort you pulled yourself out of the memories of today´s events.

You would tell no one about this weird incident. Absolutely no one! It was a miracle that you got yourself clean and fully covered in time back when your coworkers had arrived. That time: the truck carried the right order. When your workmates inquired to hear about what transpired, you simply told them he played knife monopoly with you. No further questions asked. Good for you.

Opening the creaky old front door to your shitty apartment, you snapped on the lights to reveal a bloody mess stretching before you. `Fuck, future YN aint happy about past YN´s decision to do it tomorrow` . Why did it feel so good to shove yesterday's responsibilities into today? Your past self must be sadistic. In conclusion: You probably hated yourself. Why else put yourself in the constant misery of procrastination?

Anyways, you shoved all the trash from your kitchen table/working desk/surface filled with important papers and letters to deal with later and set up your laptop. A quick check with the camera revealed that the background of your run-down apartment wasn't as tidy as you hoped it would be.

After 10 minutes of cleaning and spending another 15 minutes on the toilet uselessly scrolling through Sinstagram procrastinating yozr next move, you finally had the guts to text your parents.

Hey, I am home! <3
XOXO

After a few seconds, the annoying buzzing sound of Impcord rang through your one-room apartment. You took a deep breath, pushing yourself to flash your best I am okay and confident smile.

You accepted the call.
“Hey, Mum! Hey Dad!”

“Is this thing on?”
“No! I can't hear her!”
“Because you pushed every button before!”

You sighed fondly. Your parents never used Impcord before.

“I didn't- Oh look! There she is!! But- Is she saying something?”
“Yeah! I can see her too!”

Your mother leaned very close to the screen of their laptop.
“SWEETIE CAN YOU HEAR ME?” She yelled into the device, causing the audio to clip harshly.

Shaking with laughter, you typed them a message to unmute the laptop.

“Ah! I heard a Bing!” Your father exclaimed excitedly.“But where does it come from? YN, did you do that?”

Your mother now leaned very close to the display in hopes of hearing you better but also covered most of the camera with her hair. You lost it completely. You were doubling over with laughter.

“No, that bing could be from Maree´s porn ads. Maybe he got a virus again…Oh, look- honey! Why is she shaking?” Your dad asked confused. “Oh my god! I think she has a seizure! Quick! Call Greeds 9-666!”

Okay, you had to calm down, or your parents were really going to call the ambulance. Just when you tried to type a new message, you saw a pissed Maree stomping from the hallway to your endearingly inexperienced parents. With a smash that rattled the whole laptop, he unmuted the device.

“There. You fucking pressed the mute button!” Your older brother barked.

“No, we didn't?” Your parents shrugged their shoulders, showing no insight that they had caused the trouble. Maree was too fed up and knew it was useless to argue.

“You can talk now. So talk.” With that, he weaseled away again.

You couldn't hold back a hearty chuckle.

“Are you laughing at us? See! She is laughing!”  Your mom and dad berated you playfully for making fun of your poor and old parents. Back in their days, there was no internet. If they wanted to chat from a long distance, they had to pay to make their lewd couple phone calls in a public telephone booth or send bed bugs to exchange their nudes in secret.

After the regular chit-chat, they started with the dreaded questions:

“So, how are you doing?”

You bit your lower lip and sunk into the makeshift chair of a wooden box you found at the corner of the street.

“I am good, thanks. I just came from work. It´s tough you know, but it will do!”

Your fake happy smile didn't convince your parents.

“Dear…” Oh-oh “We are worried about you.” Your mother started.

You rubbed your face in frustration.

“We know it hasn't been easy for you, but if you… maybe move closer, we could help you out a bit! You could come for dinner now and then? How does that sound?”

You sighed and gathered the last sparks of energy you had left.

“I am okay. I really am! You don´t need to worry! I am fine. Look… I love this place! It is closer to work and I can see my friends now more often!”

“You work for a shady delivery company from Greed. I know that kind! They use young aspiring Succubi, fellows like you, to do all the dirty chores… and it´s not even about sex!”

“So, I should become a hooker in Greed instead?”

Annoyed you took a sip of your dirty unsanitary glass of water.

Your mother rolled her eyes. "No! Fuck Greed!"

You spat the water out, accidentally inhaling some of it into the wrong tube. You coughed and heaved.

“Hey? Are you alright?” Your mother asked worried.

“See! Even the water there is poisoned!” your dad yelled.

“No, it- *cough* *cough*- it is-” You bent over, trying not to choke too hard so as not to further prove your father's point.

Both shook their head. Oh no . That was it. They both didn't tolerate your idiotic lies anymore. Honestly, you were fed up too. You didn't want to make a fool out of yourself in front of your parents, but you really didn't have a choice.

` Hey, Mom and Dad! You are right! I am living a shitty life and can't afford even a snack from the 1 Buckz Shop, cause my lil ass is frying in a fucking debt pit!

What? How could this happen, you say? Oh, it is not a big deal! I got only about one fucked up million bugs and a few scratched-up coins to pay back to the bank!!

Oh, mother,  please don´t cry! No, I didn't waste all my fucking savings, I just won in the Hell´s most desperate unlucky fellows lottery! And guess what?! They even granted me regular gut-wrenching interest so I will have even more fun in paying off those outstanding debts!

ISN´T THAT JUST GREAT?!`

No… you couldn't tell your parents. Bad enough you wake up every day in a fetal position in a cold shabby apartment with your roommate named "Mold".

At least you hung up one of those fancy and tacky “Home” plates on your wall.

With a concerned look, your parents tried to nudge you again to let them help you, unaware of what truly lurked in your financial luggage.

With a brave smile, you told them you would be alright and just needed some time to manage all your affairs. It will all be going well.
Their sorrowful expression at the end had crushed your heart. The devastating guilt eating you from the inside out.

With a sweet and soft smile, you wished them goodbye and you hung up the call.

You sat there for at least ten minutes. The familiar tickling of despair crawled back into your whole body. Admittedly, you were already far from crying. The ache inside your chest became your trusted companion months ago.

You slumped onto the cold table surface. Your forehead landed with a loud bonking sound.

There was no way in hell you could survive this. You were neck-deep in shit. You hated to do the oh-woe-is-me! but none of this was actually your fault… Okay well, you could have been a bit more careful when signing certain contracts, but that doesn't erase the unholy fact that most of the things happening to you were beyond reasonable.

You were just a teeny tiny unlucky fellow.

Moving to Greed wasn't the best idea to begin with, because disaster followed you like a dark shroud. Your first apartment, your very first home, had a defect in the sewerage. The foul water spread to all other apartments, ruining almost the whole building in its wake. Having no background knowledge in law and stuff, you had to pay for everything. Some secret and barely visible hidden clause made you responsible for the whole mess. You should have smelt the rotting fish when the previous owner was so eager to move- no, to flee from this apartment, but you let your absolute naivety get the best of you.

After that incident, one event followed the other, until you were stranded here in one of the worst neighborhoods in Greed near the Lust Ring. The cracked streets and toxic fume-filled air soaked the whole area. The suburb-like environment made it look at least a bit more decent than the literal dumpster town right next to this district.

You had a waterproof roof over your head and enough money to afford your dry crackers, which you called a whole-hearted meal by now.

You sat up and flung your head back. A deep-drawn sigh, as loud as a pre-orgasmic moan, escaped your throat.

When a cold drop from the ceiling above landed on your forehead, you almost lost your shit. Jumping up and kicking the wooden box as hard as possible. Almost breaking your foot on the unbudging hard surface. A wave of curses followed.

It was no use, you had to keep it together. You had to!

Ditching your stupid seating accommodation you opened the inbox of your email account.

You received a new message. Your eyes widened.
Your job application for Ozzy's factory has been accepted.

With a victorious battle cry, you jumped up and down from sheer joy. Your overexcited wings added to the height of each jump, almost bumping your head into the cracked ceiling. The despair from before was yeeted out of your system. With your arms and legs shaking with anticipation, you landed back down in front of your laptop.

Unfortunately, your hand speeded a wee bit too fast to grab the nearby notepad, knocking your glass of muddy water over. It´s content splashed onto the keyboard of your notebook.

FFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCKK!!

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You were excited, to say the least. It was two days ago that you received the mail from the office of Ozzie's factory. Even the next morning you still couldn't believe how lucky you got.

With a shit-eating grin, you hustled through your work day. Ignoring your soon-to-be ex-coworkers. It took you a great amount of strength not to tell anybody about your workplace change. 

You didn't feel bad,  because you knew everybody else would just take their bags and run for it if they got a chance of escaping this hellhole of a shitty company. From its alarmingly high injury rate to the lack of safety policies for employees, this job would only be taken by those who were desperately in need of money. By the likes of you, obviously.

Yesterday you speeded to Ozzie´s factory to see your, hopefully, new boss. Not the great Asmodeus. Even though you heard he was a pretty nice guy, the Sin of Lust was way above handling these little tasks.

The new contract looked neat. Dozens of times better than your current one. The pay was only a bit higher but the standards were an immense improvement.  You found it very endearing to see an extra page concerning sexual activities during breaks between shifts.

It was cute! Oh, it may not concern you very much, but your succubus heart couldn't help but feel tremendous excitement when you saw the little colorful map of the factory attached to your contract. With this little guide, you would be able to find the nearest condom vending machine, cleaning tools, and other hygiene products for every gender. 

Of course, the factory would be sex-positive! 

Or… lust positive?

Whatever, the best and worst thing about changing your job is telling your helluva boss you’re about to leave. 

Fun fact, what's the best thing about a horrible contract with weak conditions? If you know exactly how they work you can easily find the quickest way to just yoink yourself out. In this case, the higher-ups wanted to make sure they could replace an employee very fast. So likewise it was easy to drop out, too.

On your lunch break, you knocked at your boss' office door.

`Ha, it won't be that bad- will it?`

……………

To be honest, it actually wasn't that bad! She had taken the news very well. Maybe she was already used to people quitting randomly? However, when she started to hint about you not being fit for a job with so much responsibility, you just bit the inside of your cheek. You might have regular temper tantrums, but you weren't a petty person. It was important to end this your way and not by her getting a raise out of you one last time. 

After all, what if she became your future mother-in-law? Heck, you never know who you'll meet in the future. You instantly began to chuckle at the thought of anyone being weird enough to consider you wife material. 

At least your grandma says you are pretty and whines about why you haven't found a wonderful partner yet.

‘Hmm… yeah, grandma, I wonder…` You were still looking at the long imaginary line of attractive and perfect possible partners, who would brawl to ask you out on a date like in those teenage movies, but…

“You know… I really like you. I mean, you are a joyful and chill person, but…”

“Ouh… ah sweetheart, how do I say this? Don't get me wrong- you are…amazing,  but…”

“Hey, I know we have been seeing each other for a long time now, but…  I don't think this is gonna work out…”

The train full of old memories crashed in. Next stop: What is wrong with you?

“-I want someone to be more close with. Sex is how I connect with people, you know?”

“...can't you at least try it?”

“... are you sure you are not having some kind of blockage?”

“...can't you do this for me? Imagine it like doing sports!”

“...I know I said I can do this, but this just isn't enough.”

Got it.

You stopped in your tracks. Now, how in the holy fucks did you spiral down that destructive thought process again?

Doesn't matter. The horrible feeling that started to sink in was already there. You instinctively curled your tail around your legs, like it could shield you from those nagging thoughts. You hugged yourself for comfort, since you read this motion could help against the feeling of loneliness and self-doubt. 

Surprisingly, it did ease the storm in your head…a bit.

With a few last stretches and a shake of your limbs and wings, you hurried back to the storehouse to assist your coworkers for the last few days.

Time flew by like the Route 69 bus zooming past you when you needed to be on time the most. You've done a mighty fine job of wrapping things up at your old workplace and were somehow ready to enter your new one tomorrow. After your last shift, your body and brain were so toasted that you had zero energy to mentally prepare yourself for the new work environment. In short: you came home and fell into a coma as soon as you plopped onto your bed.

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You arrived at the facility at exactly 6:00 am. `Huh, a good sign!`

A guy named Seth was supposed to show you around and at 13:00 you were ordered to just fall in line and lend a hand whenever needed.  Your duties wouldn't vary much from your last position back in the delivery company: 

Stack a bunch of boxes.  Carry Shit from A to B.

Just as suspected, the whole place was buzzing with life.  Oh, and hormones too.  You've already seen a few kinky rascals in the locker rooms and toilets having an occasional quickie break.  According to the contract, that was fine and apparently, the overall staff was encouraged by the higher-ups to get quick stress relief every now and then.  Not during your shift though, but in between was fine.

You had followed Seth's instructions and took a mental note of every new task you had never engaged with before. The building was more than chungos humongous,  so Seth and you rushed through the grand halls and important rooms to show you everything in time.  Kudos to your wings! You were glad to have them, because otherwise your feet would be pretty sore by now.

At noon it was time for lunch break. It was then that the first curious colleagues started to approach you to have a chat.  You tried your best to give a good impression while hiding any signs of your fucked up mental and physical state. You had no idea how long you were able to keep going with your current lifestyle but you had no other choice than to pull through.

Fortunately, working so much does a pretty good job of suppressing your financial and overall fears. Working physically straining labor really did help to get off some steam. In other words, you were far too drained and limp to have any emotion left when you plopped in your bed as soon as you came home.

Halfway through your nutritious cafeteria meal, Seth and some other co-workers parked their trays right next to you. With an open and playful demeanor, they asked where you came from, what you were up to, and how you came to work for the big Oz.

Fiddling with the tip of your tail, you told them a bit about yourself. It was very pleasant to have these joyful and carefree chats with your new team.  As a sign of good intent, you asked them about their interests and whereabouts in overall life, too. 

For the next few minutes, you got a good picture of everyone around. Work gossip being work gossip, you already gathered plenty of information about people who were not present right now. It was nothing concerningly rude or anything but rather playful remarks. Feeling your heart tingle with a kind of forgotten excitement and joy, you just soaked up the soothing presence of your friendly coworkers.

But just as you got really invested in their top rating of condom machines, the topic shifted to another very common one: sex.

You listened intrigued as some of them shared detailed descriptions of favorite nooks and hiding spots-  or visible spots-  to have the best lustful experiences. Seth shouted in between “Only during your breaks!”  so as not to be blamed for a later issue concerning…distracted staff. Even though you ensured you were aware of the policies and guidelines, he still booped your nose and repeated his sentence word by word. 

Poor Seth. You wondered if something like this could have happened before? `Oh, I wonder`. You thought to yourself with a smirk.

Changing the subject again from sex positions on a toilet seat, your new working buddies were curious about which living seat you preferred to sit on in your spare time.  Feeling very comfortable around them with how laid back they shared their sinful experiences, you flat-out told them you were asexual and actually not that active in that field. 

Unsurprisingly, some widened their eyes at your statement. Tons of questions flew your way like you were some bizarre celebrity or a rare unicorn with a dildo instead of a horn. You chuckled when one lady had to ask three times if you were able to just…live without sex?! You shot a finger gun at her. The succubus gal acted as if you had shot her right through her sex-driven heart and made a show of falling off her chair.

When the whole bunch asked if you still wanted to see their f-cards,  you said sure, why not? You just didn't have one of your own since you'd only fuck every eighth full moon or so. The humorous lady from before gripped the spot above her heart again and choked. Making everyone laugh, including you.

Yes, this was awesome. You were totally looking forward to working with all of them!

After your lunch break,  Seth, you, and a few others you have met before started to hustle through the freshly delivered boxes of edible string tangas. Sadly, you were not allowed to eat any of them,  but the candy looked pretty delicious. However, one time you swore you spotted one of your mates chewing on colorful rows of little sugar stones when they thought nobody was looking.

Needless to say, time passed in the blink of an eye. It didn't feel like 10 hours.  More like five at best. That was another good sign, right?

You clocked out, waved your new work besties goodbye, and left. On your way home you picked up another stack of dry-ass crackers and a few bottles of drinkable water to have yourself covered for the next few days.

You hated to admit it, but one free meal and coupons for certain stores were an incredible and attractive bonus. Your mouth began to water only thinking about the food you had taken in a few hours ago. Even the memory of the taste still nourished you for the whole day.

Oh yes, this was definitely doable!

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The night had been quite a ride to put it softly.  A neighbor had cooked some crack and the makeshift laboratory caught fire. 

Caught fire as in …the whole building exploded.

The sirens woke you up while people gathered in the streets to watch the spectacle unfold. You, on the other hand, groggy as hell,  tried to find out in which universe and century you were thrown in.  After you came to your senses, the police urged everybody in the nearby area to leave their house and apartments to evacuate for other possible explosions.  At first, you thought this was a joke, but you saw that this five-star crack chef's kitchen was right in front of a gas station,  which was poorly maintained. The possibility was high that not only junkies might cry about the loss of their belongings tonight. 

It was a miracle nothing happened. GOOOOD SAATAAN. If another apartment were to turn to ruins that night, you would have just walked into the next ocean and fed the mutated and disfigured fish.

Needless to say,  you were a teeny tiny bit tired. Only a little, of course.

Before you entered the fancy black-tiled pathway to the Lust Ring´s most precious factory,  you marched up to a lonely phone booth. You cry-laughed for a solid ten minutes until your alarm rang. There was a time and place for everything. Time and self-management were key.

As soon as you strode through the entrance, you gave your best award-winning I am okay smile. Putting on your work attire, you effortlessly mingled in with the rest of the crew.  Your first official day as a full-time employee for the King Sin Asmodeus had started.

The tasks ahead were easy and simple. Foolproof to say the least. Not even you and your banana-wacked brain could mess that up. So, the first few hours have gone by very smoothly without any disturbances.

Well, until now.

You heard a big rumbling somewhere above you. Neither you nor your horny two colleagues had a clue what was going on. They just shrugged, and with that, you paid it no mind either.

Your bullshit radar should have rung when the second boom occurred. Yet again, you waved it off as something that should not concern you.

Oh, you so should have asked any random person what the heck was going on over there.

Since no other rumblings or disturbances followed,  your mind got lulled into a false sense of security and ease.  Your tired brain going into its stoic working mode.

Nobody could have prepared you for what was about to happen.

A colleague asked you to fetch a document from the office above. Roger that! Unfortunately, you haven't been to this part of the building before, so you had to ask around and ran in the wrong direction several times until you found the room you were looking for.

The polite imp assistant explained which route would be the fastest way back to your destination. He had suggested that you could just sneak through Ozzie´s office grounds to avoid using the overcrowded elevator nearby. The red-skinned fellow kindly assured you that since the big magical rooster never minded his busy workers flying by, it shouldn't be an issue.

Much to your dismay, you heard word that the ruler of Lust was away for preparations for an upcoming event anyway. Oh, you had wished that you were finally able to see him in person! You´ve only caught a glimpse of him at the extravagant parades featuring various strippers, stars, and lewdly themed sculptures.

Feeling all giddy and nervous, you snuck through the purple and golden cushioned double doors that marked the sin´s personal office space. The long hallway was dimly lit by a few faintly flickering torches. The blue flames danced like strippers giving their best booty shake, casting a soft and relaxing glow on the walls.

Staring at the marvelous surroundings, you landed on the fuzzy carpet. You won't just fly by if you were given the incredible chance of ogling the pristine and luxurious interior decoration that Asmodeus himself passes every day! It felt oddly personal, like breaking into a celebrity's bed chambers.

Wait, Asmodeus probably had many bedroom activities scheduled here too! You were stupid. Of course, he did! Oh, you were so thrilled! This was just like sneaking through his stuff! The tingling feeling of doing something forbidden scratched your half-vanilla-coated mind just right!

Excitedly gazing at the various paintings on the wall, you couldn't help but marvel at all the different date stampings of each piece. This was very likely only a little collection of his overall lustful experiences with all kinds of famous people. You even recognized some lads and laddies from your old history books, back from school.

Then, a clangor broke through the tranquil silence. You snapped your head around, almost stumbling. There was no one in sight. Frozen on the spot, you waited for another noise to detect the source of the disturbance.

A rustling of fabric, a faint noise, and then… the sound of liquid flowing out of the thin neck of a bottle.

Someone was there!

Oh so quietly, you tiptoed towards the nearby open door of what appeared to be Asmodeus' office.

Could he be around?

With careful movements, not to idiotically stumble over your own feet, you slid along the side of the wall, breathing shallowly, as if to avoid startling the mighty demon god much like a wrath ring farmer would with his chickens at night. Hey, maybe he had a rough day and needed some wine?

You poked your head around the edge of the door. An instant wave of shock struck through every fiber of your being. Involuntarily, you clutched the cool surface of the doorframe when your brain finally caught up with what you had stumbled upon. Panic had no time to settle in yet; your eyes were still gaping in disbelief at the figure in front of you.

You gulped thickly.

` Holy, fucking shit! Holy fuck! No shit what the heckin´-!? `

Still on loop with dozens of basic swear words rattling through your brain, you couldn't help but stay stock-still and observe like the pathetic little ass-fly you were.

`This can't be happening… This isn't real…is it??` you shrieked in your head.

Now, how much more luck could you possibly have?

Right, there. Right in front of you. There he was.

No, not Asmodeus. For a tiny second, you really thought it was him, but as soon as your eyes took in an alarmingly massive amount of green in the first few milliseconds, your brain stopped working altogether. A strong twist in your stomach crushed the tiny spark of serotonin your expectations had produced before.

Green. The color of all things concerning money. A color representing a whole damn ring.

The color of Greed.

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There he was. The King Sin sat in a giant luxurious office chair obviously not designed for him. The massive jester poured a jar full of dick-shaped jelly beans down into his mouth. After emptying its contents in one go, he tossed the glass away. With a sour expression, he looked around the room for the next item to entertain himself with.

You had no intention of fucking going past that door now. Slowly ducking away from the frame, you planned to get the hell out of this here ASAP. Careful not to make a sound on the smooth carpet floor, you turned around in slow motion. Watching every step, since you had no idea how sensitive a sin's hearing might be.

When you tried to grip the wall for extra support, your hand stumbled against a round surface. A loud rolling-tumbling sound instantly snapped you out of your intense focus. Stricken with panic you tried to steady the thick vase, but it was already too late.

Something stirred in the very room you had desperately tried to get away from. You held your breath. Your sweaty hands were still gripping the cool surface of the object of your misfortune. Now you waited for the inevitable doom to unfold.

“The fuck- who´s snoopin´ around?”

No answer from your behalf. You secretly hoped he would miraculously ignore it.

Obviously, he didn't.

You were prepared for heavy ass footsteps stomping your way. However, your backside was greeted with a sudden cool breeze accompanied by a soft green glow.

“Who are you lil cunt, sneakin´ around here?”

Your bladder almost downloaded its fluids into your pants. You slowly turned around to meet the wide towering mass of toxic green behind you. The King of Greed glared down on you.

Cowering under his immense height, you fumbled an apology and slowly backed away. Before you could even create any real distance between you and him, he snatched your forearm and pulled you right back in.

A grin started to stretch on his face. “Now wait a fucking minute…” he said cocking an eyebrow.

“You´re that lil Sheila from that rotten ass delivery service that fucked up my orders the other day!”

It wasn´t you guys that fucked up the order, but... nevermind. Right now you had other worries. 

“What a bloody coincidence to see yer cute lil mug ´ere! Tell me, why are ya sneaking around Oz´ place like that?”

The jester clutched your cheeks in an uncomfortable grip, as he fondly cooed over your weird and fucked up reunion after your last quickie at his office.

You wanted out! Help. Your eyes darted around, anxiously trying to think of a way out, but to no avail.

He chuckled and leaned close to your face. So close you couldn't help but stare into the deep void of glowing green that was his eyes. His expression shifted to a more sinister glare. You noticed his lips parting only for his thick slimy tongue sliding out and licking his lips.

“Mmh~ I am waitin' sweetie.”

“I-I am working f-for Asmodeus, now… I just.. wanted to-”

“Ya work for Ozz??” Mammon gleamed. “So you´re one of his lil whore´s after all!”

“I am not a whor-” you tried to correct, but he let go of you so abruptly you lost your balance.

“Pfft, worker, whore, random minion whatever- where´s the fucking difference with you lads!” he snapped.

A big one, actually, but you didn't dare to bring it up.

“But I have ta say-” he grabbed you by the color of your shirt and another arm clutched your upper arm, holding you firmly in his grip, “ye must be pretty desperate if ya sneak up here, just to get a look at me again."

` Wait. What? `

Your expression must have mirrored your internal confusion, cause he hoisted you up effortlessly to bring you to eye level. The dim light only increased the frightening contrast between his green glowing eyes, sharp teeth and his white complexion. Now being face to face, an evil grin stretched from the corner of one cheek to another.

“Nah, mate, don´t ya gimme that cute fucking look.”, his other arms gripped your body too, trapping it further in his firm clutch, “Not many chicks get to do the shit ya got to do with me.”

He paused. You froze when he closed the distance between your faces. Jolting slightly, you felt one of his hands sliding inside your work overalls. His fingers traveled up towards your breasts. His claw gripped your entire breast firmly.

To you, there was nothing more unsexy than those plain dark purple jumpsuits meant for rough labor, so you couldn't fathom why the king of Greed had felt any form of attraction to your sleazily clothed body. What in hell screamed “fuck material” with these clothes on?

There surely must be another appeal to them that intrigued him, because he started to roam the surface of your skin without removing the straps.

You were too hypnotized by his blank orbs of green, you then gasped in surprise when you suddenly felt his slimy big tongue glide across the side of your face. After he left a trail of thick saliva sticking to your cheek he breathed close to you:

“Why, if ya sneaky lil cunt wanted another private audience, ya could've just asked.” He chuckled darkly.

His warm breath tickled your skin, causing goosebumps to spread all over your body. You still hadn't dared to object his offer. Time was ticking, cause you saw an amusing glint spread on his face. Oh, he was enjoying this very much.

“Nah, don´t be so shy, missy, and don´t worry~
This time we won't skip the appetizer.”

“The… appetizer?”

Another dark chuckle and a mischievous expression. He pressed his mouth into a firm line. You tilted your head to the side, waiting for him to help you out with an explanation because you were not getting what he was hinting at.

Just when you thought his cheeky smiley face couldn't get any wider, you spotted the forked tip of his tongue poking out. Then rather quickly, the rest of his striped tongue glided out. Your jaw dropped and your face flushed almost pitch black, as you took in the sheer size of that thing fully sliding out.

`Ooooooh!` Your mind screamed hysterically at the sight in front of your eyes.

Suddenly you felt a bit too hot in his firm grasp and started to chuckle awkwardly, revealing that you now definitely understood what he meant. The jester slurped the large slimy muscle back in and accompanied your squirmish giggles with laughter of his own.

“So we got a deal now or not? Making me wait only takes away yer time of enjoyment, not mine .”

Biting your lips, with a still completely flushed face you nodded vigorously. How could you even say no to something like this? No matter how bad he would be, you can´t possibly fuck up with a tongue large like this!

“Hehe- Okay, I am ready whenever-”

X X X X 

You weren't even able to finish your sentence cause he just flipped you upside down. Quick hands rid you of your working attire in no time.

“Better get ye fucking outta this stupid shit. You look like a damn toddler in it!” He grumbled under his breath, irritated.

Okay, so it definitely wasn't the overalls.

Released from the fabric of your working attire, you dangled in the air almost butt naked. The towering jester demon held you high up in the air like some kind of doll. You just hoped he won´t manhandle you like a bratty kid because last time you could swear you felt more like a sex toy than an actual sex partner. A mighty sin like him probably always got what he wanted.

The greedy king took you back with him to Ozzie´s office chair.

`Wait- he wants to do me in the big Oz´ chair?!`

Your naughty radar haywired and your heart bumped with agitation at the thought of the great Asmodeus just walking in on Mammon feasting on one of his employees.

There was no time to think about future scenarios because the chunky jester plopped your naked backside against his soft belly and chest. One pair of hands gripped your thighs and the other pressed your body to his round midsection by grasping and groping your squishy breasts tightly.

His claws stroked your exposed nipples. You shivered from the stimulation and touch of the cool air. With a few tugs, he rid you of your underwear too. You started to breathe heavily in anticipation.

You couldn't help but feel both excited and terrified for what was about to happen. You could already feel a familiar tingling at your core. A flashback to your last orgasms with the Sin of Greed reminded you of what awaited you next.

You were always down for oral. The sensation was so unique, but you had never had a freakin´ massive tongue pleasure you like that monstrosity you had seen slithering out his maw.

Your breath hitched as you suddenly felt his hot breath stroke the entrance of your core and couldn't help but squeal a bit. An involuntary twitch and a tensing of your whole body gave away your excitement.

“Calm down, babe~ I haven't even started yet.” He breathed. Each word tickled your sensitive skin with his mouth mere inches away.

“Ah… I am sorry, sir-”

Your meek apology was cut short by the instant sensation of his large tongue dragging itself over your entire sex.

You moaned and shouted in surprise as his long slick appendage dragged itself along your folds, making sure to grace your already aroused clit. After getting a first good taste of you, he repeated the whole act. This time a deep moan escaped his throat. The growl-like sound caused feelable vibrations on your flesh. You couldn't help but moan very audibly, to which one of his hands gripped your jaw to keep your mouth shut.
“Shut up, while I'm working. Yer get ta moan when the real fun begins.” He growled in annoyance.

You muffled an “okay” through his fingers and he continued his assault- no… the hell-forbidden sinful play of his tongue. He made sure to apply pressure on both your sweet spots. Good thing he sealed your mouth shut because you sure couldn't keep yourself quiet. You were glad he didn't punish you for your unintentional squirming. A natural reaction of you trying to buck yourself closer to his mouth.

Oh, you would have latched out of his grip, sat on his face with his marvelous thick tongue out, and rode it then and there for a much-needed release but you doubted the sin would allow you to take control just like that.

The sensation of the slick movements on your clit made you go nuts. You needed it faster. Instead of increasing pace and pressure, with the next lick, his tongue dove deep down into your core. You jerked again, testing the restraints that were his solid grip.

It filled you out completely. You mewled and moaned as you felt it wiggle and writhe inside you. He didn't stop and pressed all of it inside you. Even though he didn't need to check if you could take his member, he still seemed curious about the limits of your body.

“Phuck!” You spat with his hand still blocking your mouth. 

As the pleasure took over your body, your tail could not help but seek closeness to the center/core of your thrilling arousal. Your mind elsewhere, you hadn't noticed that your long appendage tried to coil itself around the demon's face. Annoyed by the sudden nuisance, he had to close an eye so as not to get poked by it.

You awoke from your trance-like state when you felt the slick stroking stop and a piercing pain shooting through your tail.

“Heya, keep yer fucking rat tail outta ma face or I´ll bite that shit off.” He growled pissed off.

You shrieked and instantly wrapped your tail around your leg, because you knew he was probably not joking. When he dipped it right back in, all your fears were forgotten and your tail excitedly constricted around one limp.

Your vagina desperately clenching around his tongue, you involuntarily thrust against his face. Your body was screaming for release. The slow-paced frictions and movements caused your senses to become hopelessly overstrained and in need for more.

A sudden mean chuckle vibrating through his chest made clear he just had the time of his life torturing you. Suddenly the thick and slimy tool slid out.

“What's the matter, sweetheart? Ya done already? Can't take anymore, hm?”

He removed his claw from your face.

“P-Please!! Please let me!” you mewled.

“Please what? I don't speak measly !”

“Please… make me… let me have it…” You panted with a flushed face.

“Hn…” He leaned over between your legs to get a good look at your sweaty and aroused body. A wide evil grin plastered on his face as he savored the result of his deeds. “Ya gotta plead better than that. Ya know, nothing comes for free anyways.”

“Uh…uh… please.. sir.. I wa-I need it.”

His shit-eating grin didn't bug.

“Please… Mammon..sir… I need it.”

Grin stretching wider. An evil glint in his eyes.

“Beg harder.”

“Please, sir! Please, make me cum! Please, I´m begging you! Please, give me-” Your mind desperately whirled around one goal: you needed your fucking orgasm. You could be embarrassed about your pathetic begging later, now you just needed whatever it took to get that damn pressure off and ride whatever he was willing to offer you in that state of yours.

“Alright, missy! Here comes the payload!” he exclaimed with a menacing chuckle. He forced his fat tongue right back in, but this time, he slid out every now and then and took turns in sucking and licking on your erect clit.

At first, you were sent into an initial shock at the sudden violent commitment but soon got hit with immense waves of built-up pleasure hitting your system. Your mouth was still uncovered, and your moans turned into screams.

You bucked and writhed in his tight grip. Your voice filled the room, as the sin kept penetrating your insides. His fingers dug into your skin so as to keep you still. Every move hurt, but you also couldn't stop yourself. Your whole core was tingling with the familiar burning hot sensation. After you were finally done and your body somewhat started to calm down again, he retrieved his tongue out from you with a lewd wet slurping sound.

One hand patted the side of your face. “Good job, ya cunt! Even the bookworms in the lab could probably fucking hear ya!” he laughed out loud with you still upside down in his grip.

At this point, you couldn't care less about his remark. Hanging motionless in the air, you tried to catch your breath again. That was fucking intense.

“So, now to the real fun part!” he yelled.

`Wait-Wowowow-what? There will be more?!`

Obviously, there is gonna be more. You are stupid, but to be honest, you were not sure if you could last long during the next round.

Hah… good thing you have no dick. Basically, whatever happened, it didn't matter if you were going to pass out or if he used you like a flashlight. Except for your brain shutting off, nothing bad could happen… right? You just hoped he wouldn't demand some serious interaction this time because that train was probably gone already.

You had to force your eyes open, since after that night of no sleep, your body started to build a comfy nest made of hormones and pillows to take that well-needed rest.

The big jester abruptly sat you on the office desk, not even caring that your uncovered bottom soaked the table´s surface. Grabbing you at your shoulders to straighten you up to meet his green glowing eyes again.

“Hey, can ya take som´ dick?” he grinned excitedly.

Your eyes rolled around, your head a bit wobbly, and you tried to regain your focus. The sin seemed to notice because his smirk dropped to a disappointed frown.

“Yeah, mate… probably not. Fucking shit!”, he groaned, “Look at ya, totally brain fucked, eh?”

You moaned a “mhm” and nodded while trying to keep your balance.

“Ah, fuck. Well, gotta skip that then. Just hold still and don´t fucking move.”

“Huah?” you mouthed with half-lidded eyes.

With a little push, he sent your body backward. Your upper body fell flat over and you hit your head on the table´s surface. You winced in pain.

“Whoopsies.” was all he added while he fiddled with his costume to free his member.

The sudden pain thankfully woke you up a bit. You were just awake enough to prop yourself up a bit. There you got a good close-up look of his erected dick.

Fuck, only now you realized you haven't even properly seen it last time…

That thing was thick as fuck! That's supposed to fit inside your Vajayjay?!

Your eyes almost popped out. Of course, it must be big! He was a big fella! Did he have so many arms, cause he always needed help guiding it in a hole?

It wasn't the length that startled you… it was how round it was in the middle! You have never seen a shape like this with hellborns before. It wasn't overly unusual. You had seen extremely weird dick shapes on the internet from some sinners. Another realization just hit you now:

That dick was fucking striped JUST like his tongue!! Almost the same colors too!

Ok, now you were awake.

There was no time to ogle his thick member when he pulled your legs closer to adjust you for the right angle for him to enter.

Oh, sweet Satan… Laying back down, you inhaled. Now you have a clear picture of what will happen down there. You closed your eyes, as you felt the warm slick tip touch your entrance.

Your sex was still sensitive and reacted to the warm touch immediately. You held your breath for a second.

A dark chuckle broke the silence.

“Nah, let's skip the shitty warmup!”

Your brows instantly furrowed and your eyes popped open.

With a quick thrust, he rammed his hip forward and right into you. You yelled in surprise and shock at the sudden fullness. Feeling his dick stretching you out to the max sent shivers through your whole body and your brain short-circuited since you were not mentally prepared for that.

The deadly sin laughed, and pulled it out halfway, only to buck forward again. Another yelp escaped you. Your reaction seemed to amuse him, because he actually stopped for a split second to cackle.

“Eye there, mate! Ya cunt really can't take anything? Is that the same pussy from last time? Are you a bloody virgin, or what?” he joked.

Your cheeks turned a dark shade at his comment. Embarrassed, you looked away.

“NO! I am not!” you shouted in frustration.

“Shut up, bitch! If ya complain, I´ll fuckin wreck ya until you have three more holes to pee and shit through!!” He yelled at you with a thick accent.

What the fuck?! That just didn't make any sense!

Without mercy, he thrust in again. This time his hip collided with your ass fully. He made damn sure he was inside you and filled everything!

Your groans of pleasure seemed to get him going because now he started to pound into you with a steady rhythm. He wanted to make you moaned and mewled just like before. That was probably what got him going the most and to be honest, the sensations made it hard to stay fucking quiet.

Your walls were sensitive from before´s treatment and his squishy striped member hit every spot like a thick balloon. No, it felt more like a squishy tentacle. How did you know;  Fanfictions.

His pace picked up in speed and his breathing became heavier. After a short time, he started making growling-like sounds. It seemed that he was pushing himself to drag out his own orgasm.

“Not yet… not yet.” he breathed.

From this point of view, you could see his face now. His white complexion was tinted with a soft green blush. His eyes half-lidded, as he savored his building-up peak. His forked tongue lolled out, completely lost in his own pleasure.

Suddenly you felt his dick tighten. The squishy muscle started to harden very quickly and the friction became more intense. You knew the tall jester was about to reach his peak.

With a forceful grip of his hands on your thighs he thrust into you one last time. His erection was rock hard inside your core, creating a pressure that sent waves of pleasure through your system. Now you were filled out to the max. Even more than last time.

You felt his hands trembling while he pumped everything into you. His fluids were simply too much for your tiny body to take, so naturally, it started leaking out. You gasped and started to see stars dance in your vision.

With a more than content sigh Mammon was relaxing his whole posture at releasing the built pressure from his lower regions. He dwelled in this position for a while until he patted your face forcefully.

“Ya did a pretty good job at taking me in, ya cunt! I could almost kiss ya.”

His slaps on your cheek stirred you awake once more since you were about to pass out once again.

“Thank you… sir.” You panted, your eyes starting to droop.

Towering over you, he enjoyed the sight of your naked form. All sweaty and well fucked through by him. Pinching your cheeks with a rather violent little shake and a low chuckle, he then drew out his cock from your now hyper-sensitive bottom.

The sting on your cheek made you whine and when he moved his softening member out of your body you made a weird sound akin to a yelp and a moan. The tall jester laughed at the noises emitting from you.

“And you tell me ya ain't a Virgin?” he teased and wiped off his wet dick on a nearby towel. Hopefully, Ozzy put them there for that exact purpose. On second thought… he probably did.

“Ah..aha..”, you wheezed, “Definitely a virgin concerning a large cock of a sin…”

X X X X

He raised an eyebrow at that. His smirk widened.

“Glad ta be at yer service, ya filthy cunt! Now shoo shoo!”, he waved two of his hands, “ We´re done, and you sure, you want Ozzie ta find ya on his desk like that?” He chuckled and pinched one nipple.

“Ouch! Yes.. yes, sir... I am on my way.” You tried to roll over, but your body was still limp from the session and post-bliss exhausted from the number of orgasms. With one forceful push- a bit too forceful- you rolled to the side…and off the desk. You landed on the carpeted ground face first.

With booming laughter, the fat greedy bastard laughed his ass off at your pathetic performance.

“The fuck was that, missy? Wanna join my clown pageant, 'cause ya already got my vote for that shit!”
You ungracefully pulled yourself up on the edge of the desk. When you finally stood on both legs again, you turned your head to look at the giant jester with an embarrassed expression. He pointed a finger at you in return and mocked your pathetic display.

“What's up toots? Ya that fucked over now? Fucking hilarious. Never seen a bitch look stupid like that before.”

Yes, you were pretty sure you were a sorry sight to see. At least he seemed to pity you in your current state, cause he tossed your attire and one towel your way.

First, you took three generous swipes at your bottom to rid yourself of the thick juices running down your leg and out of your still-sensitive core. Then you put your working overalls back on. It was hard to focus on placing your wobbly feet inside your shoes, while the sin still observed your antics with a smug grin on his features.

As soon as you were fully clothed and ready to go, you felt a sharp pain in your behind. You screamed in surprise and pain. Just when you had turned around the sin had given your ass a very hard smack that would sure leave some sort of imprint later.

“Hehe, ya want another invitation to leave? Zap zap, move it. There is more where that came from, but I´d rather save them up for next time, mate.~” he said with a large mischievous smirk.

“Y-Yes, sir!” Without further ado, you scurried away half running, half flying.

Tumbling out of the other side of the office, you almost fell right into an enormous vase, but you caught yourself just in time. Gliding along the wall for support you made your way down the hallway.

Heavy footsteps approached your way. You looked up just in time to see-

“Yes, and I don't care how much they charge me for this bullshit. When I say he ain't coming- he won't be coming! Did I make myself clear? ”

Another sight to behold. Today was your lucky day.

The Sin of Lust marched your way. Large towering stature. Dressed in elegant purple, white, and red clothing. His blue flaming hair burned like a lion's mane. He looked just as magnificent as you remembered him.

In his hand was a tiny smartphone- it was only tiny in his giant claws of course.

Your eyes popping open wide, you watched him pass you without giving you a single glance… and you were grateful for that. You just hoped the other sin would stay shut about who he had banged on his office desk. In the end, you could be blamed for the mess…

You hastily jogged down to your destination, hopping like a cowgirl. Your vagina felt like it was fucking torn to shreds. Feeling like you just had used one of Satan's massive horns as a dildo.

When you slammed the door open, you were met with several irritated faces.

“What the fuck took you so long? In that time most hetero human males would have figured out my G-Spot by now!” one succubus woman spat.

Shit. They have been waiting this whole time!

“Ah.. ah…. I can- I can explain! I swear!” You panted. Legs shaking and wobbly from the walk that felt like 8 miles.

“Wait… what the fuck happened to you? Did you run into experimental laps?”, another coworker tutted, “ I tell ya… no matter how sweet the offer is- always say no to their proto-satisfiers! Some blow up in the early phases…”

“No... I wasn´t..”, you said, but got cut off again.

“Wait, were you fucking?” your instructor said through gritted teeth.

“Nah! I didn't mean to! I swear!” you yelled in defense.

Everyone's face scrunched up in confusion. The prospect of rape or unintentional sex was impossible to imagine in this establishment.

“Okay, I took a shortcut through Asmodeus´ office and-” you fumbled, but another worker chimed in again.

“Wait! Ozzy fucked you??” he shouted with glee.

“Tf, no! Ozz isn't even around today!” another spat.

You tried to speak up but they just talked over your head.

“So it was experimental labs, yeah?” another coworker stared you down

“No, I was-”

“AHH! WAIT! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! I was on the third floor a second ago and half of the staff was freaking out, cause Mammon was here and Ozzy wasn´t around. Haha! They say he was so pissed he almost blew up their office when they couldn't reach Asmodeus-'' one chatty pal giggled and flapped their hands in excitement.

“NO WAY! Y/N! Did you fuck Mammon?!? Are you serious!” they shouted at you.

Now everybody was looking at you with a crazed expression. Some even foamed at their mouths already.

“uhm.. it was more like he was fucking me and not the other way around..”

The horny bunch of sex-driven devils circled you as vultures would with their prey. One was hugging your arm, demanding for you to tell them all about his dick. While another gal flew off screaming she was grabbing a pencil and paper for future reference.

“So, our best working bestie there is~ Tell us!! How did you rizz up that greedy money bastard? Asking for a friend!”

All eyes bore into you. Pressing yourself up against the wall behind you, you knew they probably wouldn't leave you alone until you told them EVERY little detail.

“Uhm… Ehehe… kind of a funny story.. not haha, but still-”

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You were exhausted. Down to the bone. You swore when you saw a pile of crunched-up magazine papers in a dusty corner of the street, you almost daydreamed about making a little nest out of it and napping there while you waited for your bus.

After getting drilled with various questions about your unfortunate encounter with Mammon, your boss gave you the rest of the day off! Why? -because they said you fucking the greedy and ruthless deadly sin up there probably saved another coworker's life. Yeah, your suspicion was confirmed when they told you that the jester was responsible for said explosions a few moments before your act .

So, you had about four more hours until you were scheduled for dinner with your family. You had carefully contemplated whether you should head home or go straight to their place. Knowing yourself way too well, you were 100 percent certain if you make one step into your home and get in a somewhat comfortable position, you´d get sucked into the hole of sleep-deprived desire to just lay on the couch or bed and mold without any chance of survival. No way you would be able to motivate yourself to enter an elevator to another ring.

Up to your parents, it was. Or down in that case.

Your choice of clothing was okay. Meaning: You didn't reek like your-life-spiraled-out-of-control. The 20-minute bus ride halted three blocks away from the familiar neighborhood. The Lust Ring was mostly covered with thick concrete. Since your childhood home was very much on the rim you could find some patches of green here and there. Some residents joke and call it the countryside of Lust.

You could feel your spirits rising again with every street sign, playground, sex shop, and video store you spotted. All have a fond place in your memory. After a few blocks, you even started to fly higher up in the air, just so you could see more of what used to be your childhood neighborhood. A few bright faces greeted and you joyfully waved them back. Oh, what would you give to come back here…

Rounding the last corner you finally arrived on the street to your family home. Your old home. Landing right on the doorstep, you took a deep breath. Your heart drummed with excitement when you pressed the pink heart-shaped button. A childish ding-dong melody alerted the residents of a guest. It was only after a few minutes the door swung open with your dad looking at you confused. When he saw his third-born child his face beamed with happiness.

“Hey Dad!” You opened your arms wide for a hug.

“Ah! My little baby girl!” He jumped outside and gave you a crushing bear hug, swinging you from side to side. “Oh, where have you been, you little rascal!” he grinned from one ear to another. “Look at you! I can almost wrap my hand around you- you got so thin!” he made a grabby motion with his hand.

You laughed heartedly and tired. “Ah yeah… You know work is tough and takes lots of energy…” It was true though, but that you also not gaining enough nutrients was another story.

The tubby and warm-hearted man gripped your shoulders. “Good thing that lunch is almost ready then, hm?” His eyes sparkled with glee at seeing you again and having you back in the nest.

He rushed back inside and into the kitchen. You cocked an eyebrow. “I thought we were eating dinner at seven?” the question of why he´s cooking two times hung in the air.

“Ah! You know… Since your mother and Bryce are always busy in the evening, I thought, why not cook after work so everyone can have food after a hard day and Bryce and your mom can warm it up when they come home?” you heard him yell from the kitchen. “I will still cook in the evening, too! Twice the fun for me! Yay!” he added with genuine motivation.

“Ah, yeah. Makes sense!” You shouted back. Kicking off your boots, you noticed your socks had thin patches on the bottom and a few holes, and they stank. Ew. Tip-toeing into the bathroom on the left, you washed your feet and tucked the dirty socks into the side of your backpack. You would just steal some fuzzy socks later from your brothers. Heh!

When you entered the living room, you saw your little sister lazily scrolling through her phone.

“Hey.” You waved with a gentle tone. You haven't seen her for about one and a half months. She only eyed you and raised her hand with her middle finger as an answer.

You silently flipped the bird back and paid her no mind.
Bitch.

Casually wandering into the kitchen, you spotted your dad bustling around the shelves, preparing all the plates and sauces needed for lunch. Without a word, you took the dishware and arranged it on the table. Glancing over at your still disinterested sister, you toyed with the idea of throwing a knife her way—a playful yet silent hint to lend a hand with setting up the table.
You opted for a spoon instead.

Silently speeding through the air, it landed on her phone and then her face. A shocked expression and a yell broke her prior slothful demeanor. “Hey, what the fuck is up with you?” Her eyes burned with rage. In her hot temper, she shot the spoon back at you. You dodged by just hopping to the side before it could collide with your left leg.

"Can you lend me a hand with setting up the plates?" you asked, a sugar-coated tone lacing your voice as if you hadn't just thrown hard dishware right into her face.

She stood up from the cushioned furniture stomped over to you and grabbed the rest of the silverware. She placed them down with such force that each drop caused a loud clang.

“Are you blind?” You spat when she placed them way off where they were supposed to be.

Your little sis still ignored you. When she rounded the table and walked past you, you only made out a swift movement. Jumping up was not enough to avoid her booty slap with a spoon. You yelled in pain and laughed at your younger siblings' attempt at revenge.

“Hey, please behave you two! There is no need to hit each other! Sisters shouldn't hit each other like that…” Your father shook his head in disappointment. Though his words sounded more like a gentle request rather than a command. One might think he was referring to girls being polite and non-violent, but in reality, he was just traumatized by your mother and her sisters and their brutal sibling wrestling fights when they disagreed with one another. Bloodshed was not uncommon.

When the table was set and ready for lunch, Joly slumped back onto the couch, continuing her mindless scrolling with a frown. She was almost eleven, but you could swear she was in full-blown puberty already. Leaning the wall between the kitchen and living room you chatted with your dad, not interfering with the careful work in his domain of the house. You would only slow him down with you helping with the rest.

Suddenly something heavy crashed into your upper back from behind. You toppled over and had to regain your balance before you were able to make out the tiny claws clinging to your chest. A crazy smiley face appeared on your left shoulder. The youngest gremlin of your family laughed and hugged you tight.

“Where have you bee-een!” She scream-whined.

You grabbed her and managed to turn her upside down.

“I tried to catch a break from you little maniac!” you hissed playfully and shook her around to which she giggled. Girl, that kid grew big and heavy. It felt like she was a toddler only one year ago!

Billy struggled out of your vice grip and tackled you from below. Both of you now playfully wrestling. Yep, she grew stronger too. Not as strong as you, though. Hehe, she still needs way more practice to overthrow her big ol sister so easily! Joly had given up on wrestling you down long ago.

The natural sibling order was still in place. You and Bryce were kinda even, but nobody was able to top Maree. No one probably ever will. That guy didn't even work out and yet he looked fit like an athlete and sexy like a punk rock star.

Speaking of which, you heard gentle steps drumming down the stairs and joining the scene in the living room. You were still messing with your kid sister when he sweetly hugged you from behind and placed a kiss on the back of your head. However, before he let go of you, he grabbed one of your horns and forced your head down. His arm unhugging your body and now slapping your face twice. Billy plopped to the floor during the shift of dynamics and cackled in her childlike energetic voice.
“Fuck you, dick-head,” you muttered with a grin.

He ignored you and walked straight for the fridge, grabbing the milk bottle. Your dad scoffed with a look of bewilderment. “We are eating in a few minutes!” Maree paused in response, eyes darting left and right. “What? Am I not allowed to have milk now?” he said and chugged the rest of the package.

“Did you know that you can jizz more when you drink lots of milk!” Joly exclaimed like a jizz professional.

“Cool!” Your littlest sister yelled.

Your father, older brother and you all made a face.

“Bullshit.” Maree spat.

“So true!” Joly retorted with an all-knowing look. “According to a study on Sinstagram-”

“What study?” Your dad interrupted.

“I don´t know, I read it somewhere. Some university did it.” she mumbled back

You rolled your eyes and silently sat down on your old spot at the table.

Your dad pointed the cooking spoon at her. “Do not believe anything they say on social media! Especially when it comes to sex! These immoral and high expectations of sex pollute the whole internet. Stick to what your teachers tell you and not your phone.” he shook his head.

“School doesn't teach us everything…” she muttered under her breath.

Three out of four demons already sat at the table. Then you all went silent and stared at Jolene. Everybody waited curiously how long it would take her to get the silent cue. She rolled off the sofa and strolled towards her spot. Already too cool to look up from her phone, eh?

Needless to say, dad's cooking was phenomenal. Despite the meals from Ozzy's factory yesterday, this was the richest and most delicious food you had probably consumed since... well, since the last time you ate at your family's home. Delving into your lunch and savoring every bite made you forget whatever messed up things had transpired over the last few days. In that moment, the only things that existed were food and family.

After the superb feast, you all helped clean up the mess and afterward sat on the spacious couch to chill and chit-chat. You made your brother sacrifice some of his fuzzy socks for his poor and neglected sister- he even went and brought them to you! It was so relaxing to just do nothing and just vibe in a cozy and warm home.

Billy cuddled up to you the whole time and she told you all about her first few months in school. Joly and your dad turned the TV on to watch some random Wrath movie about manly wood chopping and gold digging in the mountains.

Maree and you had a few talkies about his newest date and sex life. The poor guy was a wandering red flag collector. Every new guy he dated seemed to be in another way demanding and selfish. No! Of course, they are just having a hard time and are “stressed”. You reminded yourself to ask Bryce about it later.

Speaking of the devil, the lock of the door clicked, announcing the arrival of your mother and brother. With your mother heading straight down to the basement to store her work equipment away and out of sight, your slightly taller Inkubi brother, with whom you had shared the womb, rounded the corner. His eyes lit up, and he raised his arms excitedly but was cut off by you contorting your face into full disgust, reacting to his arrival with a long, dragged-out "eeeeww."

Baffled by your response, he raised an eyebrow.

"Huh? Hello? I haven't seen you in 106 years, and then this," he scoffed.

"It's been 105," you spat back, still making no motion of greeting him in any way.

He stared at you, deadpan. You tossed one pillow his way and missed. He didn't bat an eye.

“Pick it up,”  you said flatly.

“No.” He turned around and left upstairs, the pillow still resting on the floor.

Last but not least, your mother entered the room. “Oh my lewdness- Hi! There is my little baby!” she squealed and stretched her arms out, ordering a hug. You swung your upper body forward, untangled your little sister from your arm, and hopped off the couch by using your wings.

Tugging you in a car-crushing hug, she nuzzled her cheek against yours.

Returning her joyful energy by joining in her forceful swaying from side to side and hugging her tighter. “Hey, Mom!”

“You lost weight.” She stated in a cold tone and picked at your hair as if you had something stuck in it. You swatted her pestering fingers away, which naturally didn't make her stop, so you just ducked away and fled back on the couch.

Just when you planted your ass back between your siblings, your mother clapped her hands three times.

“Alright, then! Time for some good dinner!”

You groaned. Couldn't she have said that before? The rest of the submissive sheep got on their feet without a word. Only you were left on the couch, still way too lazy to get your ass back up.

“Mom… can I-” With a snap of her fingers your question was ended. That woman can end a discussion before it even starts.

Crawling to the edge on all four and from there, your wings carried you to the kitchen.

Everyone was assigned a task. Your father, being the talented and devoted cook of the family, operated in his domain. Billy set the silverware, while the rest of you prepared the ingredients and set the oven for your dad to handle the rest.

When the steamy pot was placed in the middle of the table, everyone had to hold hands for a few seconds.

“Satan, thank you for granting us delicious food!” your mother chanted.

Why does she always get to say the same and easy part?

“Asmodeus, thank you for hosting yesterday´s Cook and Cocks night show! I am toads excited to try out that whipped vanilla cream!” A cocky smile danced on your mothers' lips, as your father said his part of your dinner routine.

“Thank you random drunk citizen for accidentally giving me 50 bugs yesterday instead of ten. I can buy myself that one vest now that I wanted for three weeks!” Maree prayed devotedly with his head on the table.

Now it was Bryce´s turn, then yours: “Thank you, dearest sister, for coming here today. Seeing you reminded me of why I was glad you moved out and makes me cherish the humble silence.”

"Thank you, destiny! Thank you, Asmodeus! Thank you for making me a fraternal twin, and thank you, Oz, for giving me enough money so I don't have to bear his ugly face anymore." Your face distorted in suffering.

Jolene and Maree snickered, while your mother raised her eyebrow. Thankfully, she let it slip for today.

"Thank you, Beelzebub, for the new Beelzebugs store around the corner! It looks awesome, and my friends and I can meet there every day!"

Okay, that was cute and wholesome.

"THANK YOU, ASMODEUS!" Billy half shouted. "Thank you for showing us that the female orgasm is as important as the male!" The little succubus looked at you. "Did you know that most humans still don't know that?" She looked you dead in the eye as if this info was absolutely groundbreaking. Funny enough, it's a centuries-old running gag.

"Barbaric!!" You made a shocked face.

Now with everyone done with the prayers, the real deal of this event started: a delicious dinner with the whole family.

Thankfully, the topics were about everything and nothing at all. You mostly asked your brothers about their current whereabouts. It was easy to get Bryce to do all the talking by just asking him about his university courses.

At some point, your mom dropped the question bomb and asked about your current job situation. This time you were prepared! With a proud smile, you told them how you worked at Ozzy's factory now. Everyone perked up at that. Questions bombarded in about the work environment and the most important topic: Have you personally met Asmodeus?

Sadly, you hadn't had the pleasure yet... but another sin gave you the pleasure. You shuddered and before anyone could openly question your odd behavior, you just dropped how you kinda have a urinary tract infection pandemic going on, causing the King to be around less anyways. It was a lie, but it worked.

Your sister was the most disappointed of them all. Why? Well, after a long sigh, she showed you a folder with pictures of art, photography, and even some fanfiction files of the Sin of Lust.

“Wow, didn't know you had the hots for the King?”

She rolled her eyes. “Not just the King! All the Kings and Queens! Look!” She showed you the other folders.

Oh wow. She seemed to be in some kind of server. Everything was neatly organized. Your eyes fled and ignored one toxic green file in particular and shoved the device back into her hands.

“Sheesh… didn't know you're into the sin fucking thing.”

“What? I have been a sin-fucker for a long time now!” disbelief in her voice and half-offended at your statement, she stuffed her phone back into her pocket.

“Half a year at most, but she only started simping about them for about two months ago. Merch, online servers, self-shipping books, and all that stuff.” Bryce stated nonchalantly.

Maree smiled. “Everyone is once in their sin-fucker phase,” fondly thinking of all the memories from his teenage years. You saw your parents smirk at each other with a knowing look. Oh hell, you knew. ‘Please don't.’

Bryce shook his head, raising an eyebrow. “I wasn't?” 

“Me neither.” You took another big bite and hoped this topic would disappear into thin air.

Maree looked at both of you, his face the embodiment of disappointment and lack of expectations. “Well, you two weren't normal?”
Your bro and you exchanged glances as if you had no idea what he was talking about.

“Bullshit, you were weird!”

“Bullshit, we are just special!”

The two of you spat back at the same time. The oldest ignored the younger duo and continued with his meal.

Yep, twin power. Can't mess with both of them. An absolute unit! Even though you both were so different, you and Bryce were uniquely weird in another way.

While you had fewer problems navigating in social groups, your brother seemed to be some kind of anti-magnet for any kind of group setting. Any friend troop he was in was either because of you or Maree. Or your shared pile of friends from the surrounding neighborhood. He never said it, but you knew he was suffering a lot from his inability to connect with people.

You, on the other hand, had another issue. While your grandfamily called Bryce the special one, you were the weird one. Why? Because you rarely got into the sex hype. Yes, the hype. Learning all that was essential in school: check. Committing to it in your free time? Nope.

Bryce knew how to do that! His nonbinary ass was so fluent at sexual topics that this was the only subject he used to his advantage to get in touch with people!

That's where your interest in a conversation stopped. You could listen, but whatever you replied was always majorly off for your conversation partners. The most awkward situation was with a boy who was hitting on you. He rambled on and on about how he likes to pleasure his partner in various ways, and the only thing you replied with was, “Yeah, I like to cum… Orgasms are great.” Whatever had made you attractive before got shattered when you delivered that with a happy-go-lucky grin. He looked at you like he feared you had a stroke because no Succubus would ever say something so shallow after a detailed explanation of how they would perform oral.

Back to the present. Please.

“Why did you leave your last job?”

It was your mom poking into your affairs again. Back to the past, please. You'd rather think about the cringe past again to avoid talking about your pathetic current state of life.

“Uhm. Isn't… working in the factory pays better? I mean, who wouldn't want to change their job for this?” you were irritated, knowing full well she just asked to squeeze the truth out of you.

“Yes, I suppose.” She just waved it off like that.

`Fuck, yes. Evaded.`

“By the way, can I crash at your place tomorrow?”

`Fuck you, Maree?! Why would you?! Stop-talking-about-my-AHHHHH`

“No.”

“Why?” he seemed caught off guard by your rejection.

“Because you are always way too loud… and you'll bring some douchebag along!”

It was true. Your brother had slept at your last apartment once. His crush had sacked your fridge and stolen your umbrella. “It´s just an umbrella?” Yes, but you need them, and it was yours! They cost money too, goddamn it! Maree still hasn't bought a replacement yet…

To your surprise, or not, your brother just scoffed and finished his plate. DUH, so he would be bringing some ass along again!

Your parents seemed to switch into their default mode of pretending everything is fine with you while knowing exactly that you were full of bullshit mode. They haven't inquired about more information for the rest of the evening. Neither did your siblings. It was either conscious or unconscious for all of them. One part of you feared they would stop caring at some point, but you knew it was easier to look away than peek and worry.

Gathering warm hugs from everybody and two slaps from each of your brothers, you bid them goodbye. You wanted to head home before mug hour.

The musty smell of your cozy home turned your face in disgust. The light turned on with some blinking resistance. The cleanest thing in this home was the fluffy socks you were wearing. Tucking the Tupperware boxes full of your dad's food into the fridge, you made a mental note to buy some kind of spray that smelled like lemon. The socks were officially stolen and claimed, but the Tupperware box had to be retrieved without any hints of economic abyss on it.

You sat at your kitchen/living room table. Something inside you refused to go to bed. Another night of sleep meant another day of work tomorrow.

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An unholy sound ripped you out of the comforting dreamless void. You had so little of it lately. The alarm on your phone fulfilled its duty while simultaneously causing such heavy vibrations that you dashed to the source so as not to wake your neighbors. A quick swipe ended your agony but reminded you that a new day was ahead. 

Your eyes were strained and sore from looking at social media all night. And refusing to sleep. You couldn't even think about breakfast honestly. Buying a snack during your break would be enough. Prepping yourself, you now had ten more minutes before you actually had to leave.

Swiping the newspaper and employment ads aside from your kitchen table, you bent forward and scrolled through Sinstagram again. Watching the same reels you had seen yesterday, you tensed when one reel disguised as an ad showed an all too familiar figure. You couldn't skip that shit. You had no premium…  With everything you had, you tried to avoid thinking about it. 

You tried to suppress any thought connected to the latest events. It felt surreal, almost absurd. That was a fucking coincidence. Running into the most famous jester not once but twice?! Were you lucky? Was it horrible? You had yet to learn. Emotions, usually locked up tight, threatened to spill out. Some nights you felt like crying- no- you thought you should cry, but continued with the shitshow anyways. It is what it is.

Peeking at the top right corner of your screen, the time has come to head out for the hustling and bustling of the day. Not feeling like flying, you speed walked to the hellavator. As you strolled past the greasy Pizza Smuthut, you kept an eye out for any signs that they might be on the hunt for a new hire.

Why? Well, one secure job wasn't enough to keep you afloat. Your shifts were consistent and pretty neat for adding a second job on top of it. Your previous job allowed for some under-the-table work, as they were always keen on avoiding taxes by leaving certain blanks unfilled. 

Shit, taxes. Another income means more taxes. Fuck your life. Maybe you could ask Bryce to help you oversee your financial management.

As randomly as the thought popped up, you shut it down immediately. One, Bryce would notice the other suspicious activities in the despised folder you kept at home. Second, you couldn't lie to him. It was a law of physics. He could read you like a book. You both knew you were deep in shit and for some reason, you felt like he was too. It was a concerning silent agreement, not to ask the other what´s been going on. 

You were hiding from your brother, and your family, just for the sake of sparing them from your misfortune. Was this right? Not supporting your brother, just to save your own skin? Fuck. A creeping thought you were not ready to dive into. 

Shoving all guilt and morals into the back of your mentally wrecked mind, you walked faster. Speedwalking. Walking so fast where another would have jogged, but walking is more tiring and, honestly, it really helped right now to get the unsettling energy out. Unfortunately, the tension was replaced by familiar heartburn.

Clocking in. Changing Clothes. Greet coworkers like everything is fucking dandy.

Check.

New environment, different tasks. Different chores. Fokus on the stuff ahead. Fokus.

Your mind echoed these words like a mantra. You told yourself you'd have time to worry when you got home. If you had been completely honest with yourself, you would have known it was a lie. As soon as you got home, you'd likely curl up on your bed, procrastinate getting up, eat at 10 pm, and then attempt to sleep while browsing your phone - looking for work, distracting your mind with random videos on Voxtube.

Today was a bad brain day. Yep. You carried packages with defect satisfiers to the wrong department. Went in, looked around, noticed you were fucking out of place, and then left as if you knew what you were doing. Look competent. That is all that matters.

Ten minutes ago, you rearranged the boxes from way above the ground, but after a coworker informed you about a new shipment arriving, you started to put the boxes back up again. Only mid-act did you snap out of your stupid daze. Better wear a clown hat with the word "dunce" on it.

You really needed some coffee. Yes, and with chocolate flavor too! `Woohoo, let's go!` You felt ten times better about the thought of a short break to get some nutrients in. Yes, coffee and hot chocolate were nutritious. You won't accept any other scientific opinions about this.

Tiptoeing up to the second floor, you fetched yourself the delicious cup of desired liquid.  You stared at it. Still too hot. Still too hot. Y/N is hungry. Y/N is hungry. You stared at it as if a mind ray could get it to cool down faster. `Oh wait, blowing could work.`

Gentle air kisses caressed the steaming hot surface of the brown pool before you. Repeating the act on and on. Just when you were about to put the nutritious broth to your lips-

Boom.

Your eyes narrowed to slits. Your tail perched up. Wings pressed against your shoulders. Involuntary reactions were deeply linked to recent experiences that didn't go so well for you. Your body reacted before any coherent thought could crawl back into your spaced-out head.

It was near. 

Whole body rigid, goosebumps standing on end, an ominous feeling tearing through your innards.

`No.`

You glanced around. Not a single soul lingered in or around the break rooms. Did these jerks know? Were you the only one oblivious to what was going down in these halls?

Who cares? What matters is getting away from here ASAP. Now!

Your first step was shaky. Your legs seemed stuck in place as if staying put in this desolate spot would prevent you from being traced and haunted by doom. Your latest doom.  `Not a third time. Please not a third time.`

Your legs, fueled with adrenaline and shock, carried you straight through the corridor. You heard nothing. Silence. Good. Stay quiet. 

Your cup was still gripped tightly, its contents spilling a bit. You didn't mind. You had other worries. Clinging to today's single food/drink intake gave your consciousness the illusion that everything was still fine. Dropping the cup meant running. Fleeing.

`Fuck, no. No fleeing.`It was going to be okay. A sensation of raging needles in the pit of your stomach knocked on the back of your mind. Telling you that your fucked up luck will surely plunge you into the toxic green fangs again. 

People. You needed people. As long as you are under an audience he wouldn't be able to overpower you like the last few times. However, A tiny screeching voice irked that this man would not stop and wouldn't be frightened by prying eyes. 
Fuck! Running into him a third time was not an option! 

The office kitchen! There was no reason for the towering mass of toxic green to have any business in there! You were a genius. Heck with work, you'd explain to them later why you barricaded yourself on another floor.

Opening one door after another, ignoring the confused glances your way as you speed-walked through their workspace. Judging by their puzzled expressions, it wasn't often a fellow workmate from the depot wandered into their domain.

Almost in the kitchen. How did you know about this foreign spot in Ozzy's factory? A kind husband pleaded with you to bring a forgotten lunch bag to his beloved hubby. Yes! Kindness will save your ass!

Suddenly a booming voice vibrated through the whole room.

“The fuck! I don't care where he is! …Then bring him here now!”’

You stopped your frantic march right then and there. Your sped-up momentum bent you forward, but your body refused to take another step. You listened for the source.

Nothing. Fuck. You had no idea where he was! He wasn't here in this room. Was he above? …or below? Shit. You couldn't pinpoint it. 

Your pace quickened, fueled by the fear of the danger lurking somewhere close. With a firm grip and a thrust, you opened the door to the desired kitchen.

You burst in.

`FUCK!`

Your whole body felt like it had been electrocuted. Many piercing eyes bore into you- the surprise guest. Your quickened breath suddenly stuck in your throat, and your lungs shut down as if immediate death was a better option than what was up ahead.

Yes, up ahead, in the middle of the damned-forsaken room.

Seconds felt like hours. There, in the middle of a bunch of hellborns, stood a towering green. The monster in the center not only stood out in height and mass but also by the various green, black, and gold colors adorning his fancy-expensive jester suit you didn't even want to know the price tag of.

To you, it felt like a thousand eyes bore into your body like sharp needles. The only one green glowing pair was set straight on you, a sneer of irritation and annoyance probably because you had just barged in on someone walking a tightrope between getting cussed and cursed at or getting smashed through the wall.

A prickling wave of numbness rolled over your face, chest, arms, and legs. Your brain was on autopilot. The adrenalin catapulted your mind into space. 

You looked to the floor. Without a second thought, you moved. To the left, to the wall, then straight ahead, gaze locked on the lilac marble floor. You just walked. No sound. No noise. Just when you were almost at the end of the room, you made the mistake of peeking back at the center of the room. Your numb, dead brain checking if, by some divine magic, you indeed turned invisible to the eye and had stilled time somehow.

Bad mistake. Your eyes locked with a green devilish expression. Sharp teeth exposed in an evil grin bore your way. Just like that, your heart crashed down into the pit of your stomach, feeling like a mouse trapped under the gaze of a predator.

Your expression blank and pale, you simply turned your head back around. A sharp sting somewhere between your knee and calf gave your body a quick start to run.

Your flight instinct kicked in rapidly as you bolted out of the room. Even in the hallway, you continued to dash away. Away from the epicenter of your demise. Away from him.  Your mind barked: `Runrunrunrurn!!`

Once you started the sprint, you didn't stop parkouring through the massive building until you reached the depot again. Like an instinct engraved into many females, you crashed into the ladies' restroom for cover. The door might have been the finish line, but only the hard surface of the sink halted your race as your center crashed into it.

Another Succubus lady, dressed in her everyday attire, stared at your panting and gagging form. You couldn't care less if you looked like a maniac. You made it!  Fuck that guy! Shit yes! 

When the woman didn't say a word and continued staring, you turned your head towards her, and with a very unhinged expression - the energy lost to even try an average default face - you ogled her and breathed: “I really need to take a shit.”

With that, the stranger grabbed her purse and makeup utensils and left the bathroom. You let out a long breath. Your spirit left your body for a second. You had evaded disaster by a by a hair's breadth. 

Tossing the crunched cup in the bin and turning the handles of the water tap, you splashed cold water on your face. A heavy amount drenched the front of your shirt. You stared at the blank, deadpanned expression in front of you. Fuck, this was a close call. As long as you stayed away from the core of this big-ass establishment, you should be safe - as in: out of reach.

That smile. Fuck! The way he looked at you. He knew. Oh, he knew. He clearly remembered who you were. Why wouldn't he, you stupid? He recognized you last time too. Your horns and markings gave you away already. It seems you couldn't hide from the monster of Greed.

You stepped out of your temporary safe cave, looking left and right just to make absolutely sure. Yeah, you were okay now! Green light to go back to work. You had to apologize to your supervisor, though, but you weren't away for that long, now were you?

Coming back, only to see that nobody, in fact, missed you. They probably thought you were on your regular coffee and potty break. Nice.

You lent a hand to your coworkers again, continuing as if nothing ever happened.

A loud ringing alarmed all employees for the lunch break. Finally, some good freaking food. You were starving! You were excited about today's menu. The employee newsletter sparkled with a special kind of dish today. You sure hoped it even tasted nearly as good as the one your father cooks!

For this special occasion, you had to pay your break room a visit to grab the special sauce you had put in the fridge. Yes, you brought a bottle filled with your favorite sauce to work because, in case the cafeteria choices didn't appeal to you, you could always drown in that sauce and make everything taste good.

When you were alone with your thoughts again, you replayed the scene in the office in your head. Shit, that could have gone wrong. Good thing you booked it and ran for it. Surely, if you stayed long enough and gave the big fat Jester a chance to open his mouth to cast an order, you would have been damned.

Hah! You're in the most boring and ugly parts of the factory now! There was no way in hell he'd come here!

The bottle was right where you left it. Touching its cool surface made you salivate for the yummy lunch ahead. When you passed the table, you spotted a sheet of paper with green writing on it. Curious, you read the message:

Dear colleagues!

Please make sure to swipe and clean the “dirt” off the table before leaving a mess. ;-)
Let´s keep this place sanitary for the people who actually eat here.

Respectfully,
a fellow colleague

`Huh, some people really have no decency. Lol` You thought to yourself and eyed the half-pissed winking smiley face with an amused smile.

Then, out of nowhere, you felt the air around you start to change. An ominous sudden feeling sent a shiver over your skin, making the tiny hairs stand on end. The shift in energy made your guts wrench.

You shrieked when green sparks danced all around you, and suddenly-

an explosion of green crashed behind you, throwing you against the table. The murky mist clouded your vision and made you desperately gasp for air. You coughed; the smoke and scare made you choke on your own spit in surprise. The fumes dissolved, and a glowing set of eyes shone down on you.

You stared up at the two ghostly lights piercing your form in the now-dark room. Only when a set of sharp teeth spread right below them menacingly, did it finally click. Immediately gripping the table behind you for support to keep your rattled body upright.

Before you could make another move, the sinister grimace zoomed in on you. You wanted to escape back, but the table's hard edge prevented you from moving an inch. Two claws accompanied by beefy arms attached crushed on either side of you, caging you between him and the table.

You were trapped as his soft, fat belly pushed you further against the hard surface. The long jester tails of his hat jingled when he raked his face above you. His head now hovered over you like a predator would trap its prey below.

There was no way out for you now.

His dark and sinister giggle escaped his throat. Whatever fate had in store- whatever he had in store. You´d have to accept it.

“Now look at us! Runnin´ into each other again? If I didn't know, I would almost think you were my tiny little stalker.” he cooed amused.

What? Oh my lewdness no! “N-No! That was on accident! I-I swear!” You were panicking. “I would never-”

Your sentence was cut short as he cupped your face forcefully, pinching the clawed tips of his fingers into your cheeks.

“Aw, no need to excuse yaself, lil' hottie. I'm sure ya only had the best interest in mind when ya crashed into the room to get a good look at me again. Hm?” His smirk was wide like a cheshire cat. His eyes held a unsettling spark in them. You were in dangerous territory again.

The tension left your muscles, and you went half limp in his grasp. You knew by now it was futile to struggle against his grip. Does he even know how strong he is?

Pfff, of course, he does! An immortal being not knowing their strength? Oh, he could crush you like the pathetic insect you obviously were to him. In Mammon's world, you all were just flies to him. Some getting trapped in his net, and it was his decision on who to devour.

The worst part, there is nothing you can do about it. The sins were at the top of the food chain. So high up that they could snatch a single tiny hellborn in their powerful hands and do with them as they please. They were your gods after all. Living and vibing between mortals but can stand at their full height when given a reason or provoked.

Mammon was one of the deadly sins you should be extremely wary of. The King of Greed won't leave a single limb attached if he gets a hold on you. He will take everything from you, be it financially or literally physically.

Your grandpa once rambled to you as a kid: “That guy fucking ripped a man in half and sprayed the whole first row of the audience with his blood!! Haha, he fucking screamed 'Does this man bring us some fucking joy right here?!' and then he shredded him like confetti and threw him in the pit!! I almost snatched an arm as a souvenir! ALMOST!”

Congrats, maybe the same thing could happen to you. The proximity is way higher of that shit happening with a royal around. You doubted Mammon would do that here and now unless angered or provoked.

Back to your shitty position, trapped between the Sin of Greed and a fucking table!

“Ah… sorry, sir. I really didn't mean to interrupt; it was an accident. I swear!”

Another giggle, and he tilted his head to the side, the dollar sign bells jingling happily.

“Yeh, of course, it was~”

Oh, for fuck's sake, he didn't take you serious at all!

His lighthearted expression shifted to a more mischievous one. “...but ya know? I kinda have a thing for feisty sneaky bitches like you.”

Help.

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Your chances of escape flew out the window and flipped the casual sucks-to-be-you-bird too. `Okay, I got this. I was able to take him two times before- this time won´t be any different.´ You told yourself to soothe the racing pulse.

Time to ride some big boy again. `Come on, do your worst!´

You braced yourself and stared straight into his lust-filled eyes. Some might think you challenged him to fuck with all he got because you were unimpressed by his constant displays of dominance.  That was a lie, obviously. If that guy went in with all he got you´d be dead on the spot. Literally. Probably splattered on the ground or wall like a smashed fly.

Oh to be fucked to death by the sin of Greed. What a way to go for you. Write that on your gravestone to make everyone believe you had an interesting sex life after all.

The new stance of pride seemed to amuse him because you swore his smile became even wider when you puffed out your chest a little. Ignoring that you were pushing it against the plush surface of his massive belly.

“Hn. I like that little fly. Though, let´s see how long it will take to break you this time?”

Holding your ground, you sucked in a sharp breath to keep your body tense and radiate the delirious new confidence you just grabbed out of nowhere. Wide unsettling grin unwavering, his blank eyes “seemed” to look at your side. His eyes narrowed a bit. When you followed his gaze, you spotted it too.

OH NO!

A mix of a growl and a chuckle made his soft midsection rumble against you slightly.

“And I thought you might be a stuck-up bitch!
But look at ya! Even fockin' snatching some topping for today´s menu!”

His voice was deep and sultry. The jester seemed very pleased with your choice of a present for today´s fuck session. A lower hand slid up your arm and took the plastic bottle out of your sweaty hand.

The touch caused a tingling feeling on the inside of your hand. You shuddered as it dawned on you what was about to happen in a few seconds. His intense gaze, the pressure on half of your body and the slithering touch on your hand made you remember what exactly he was good at.

Suddenly, you grew excited.

Breath short, you waited for his next move. A  soft dark hue bloomed on your cheeks. A signal of its own that you were ready for his next move.

His expression softened a bit. A sign that he too must have sensed your submission. The game of squaring him up only lasted shortly but seemed to have riled him up a bit nonetheless. Two hands grabbed your arms from below and hoisted you up on the table.

You knocked the salt and pepper over when he placed you down on your back. The motion was surprisingly gentle. Well, for his standards. What would he do next?

The silent question was answered by the shuffling of fabric around his midsection. Wait, was he already going to-?!

“Ya still have some dick debt to pay, ya bloody cunt.”

Dick debt?

X X X X

He grabbed your face with one of his upper hands, while the others worked to free his member. While he was talking to you, you couldn't help but pry your eyes away from his glare and down to his already half-erected cock. The color of the stripes created a stark contrast to bits of white fur poking out. The pulsating flesh was mesmerizing to watch.

Definitely a grower!

Like a balloon, you watched in awe how it pumped up to its full length and glory.

Of course, he noticed your intrigued stare. He let you and paused to relish in your reaction.

Watching you and his growing member “Hehe, bitches always like that part the most.” he cackled.

Only then did you snap back to the face only inches away from you.

“What are you waiting for?” His warm breath brushed against the side of your face.

“Pardon?”

He grabbed the back of your head “Go down there and take a closer look.” He shoved your face way down towards his needy erection. With your head forced forward, you struggled to adjust your arms and limbs in time so as not to twist them. He did not care if he broke or sprained them. You accommodated to his will and motion nonetheless.

Halting only a tongue lick away, you continued to stare. Now you knew what he meant with dick dept. Now it was your turn to pleasure the king, since last time you were out like a light after one round and couldn't tackle the high task.

You doubted you were ready now. You never had a dick this size to pleasure. Pondering over all your textbooks in school and anatomy classes for size difference, you had to come up with a strategy real quick. The horrible truth was: You rarely had the chance nor the desire to try out different dicks.

Fuck. Anyone else around here would have been better than you.

“Go on~ what are ya waitin´ for? I´ve seen ya stare at it. Bet you hungry slut bought that sauce just to tip it over it and get a good taste of my wiener.” He joked and shook his fleshy erection with one of his hands in front of your face.

You had no idea what to say, so your idiotic mind answered this:

“I prefer my dick raw and salty.”

A booming laughter erupted above you. “Well then, bitch! Bon Appetit!”

With that, he shoved you face-first into his member. You were not prepared when your cheek collided with the smooth and soft texture of the sensitive skin. On contact, it pressed back against you needily. Even his dick was an ass.

Getting a good grip on the thick shaft, you pondered on how in Asmodeus' name you would be even able to get that thing into your mouth! You knew you could. That´s what you were made for, but never tried it out.

Oh, man. He was too big. How do you…start?

You stared at it a bit too long with a dumbfounded expression.

“Wanna make a still painting of it? Fucking get ta work! I don´t have all day for shit.”

Freezing on his loud demanding bark above you. “Okay, okay!”

Gripping it with both hands, you started to nibble and lick on the front. The taste was indeed a bit salty. The fingers still grasping the back of your head twitched slightly.

“Come on more.” He breathed but sounded concentrated as if he was letting his mind go and enjoying the special treatment he was about to receive.

Lube. One of the best feelings for any sensitive area. Unfortunately, you did not have any around. Well, not in visible places of course. It would be too risky to ask him if he could let you get you some.

No, you would need to use the old method: Spit. Loads of spit!

A new plan forming, you started to caress his member with as much tongue as you could. Coating it with sticky fluid. Massaging the sides, bottom, and top tenderly.

He hummed in contentment. Pleased for now, it was only a matter of time until he wanted more.

When you were done with covering as much as you could, you started kneading sections of it in a steady rhythm. A shudder both from his dick and the hands on you signaled that he very much liked this. Fuck, yes!

A low hum: “Yeah, go on. That´s it ya bitch. Keep goin´.”

You smirked and started to work on him. Increasing the pressure. His cock twitched in your grasp. You couldn´t help but repeatedly lick over the tiny pointy knobs on the front. It was truly enticing to feel such a tiny part of his flesh even react to your touch.

If it weren't so surreal, you would even say you had fun right now. Kneading harder, nibbling with more force- of course with no teeth- and licking every space you could reach from your position. Except…

You had skipped the top on purpose. How could you start sucking on it without him impaling your head on it immediately. He seemed like a head pusher. You weren't sure if you would gag, but then again… he probably was into that.

Taking a real risk now, you worked yourself up to the top. Hands squeezing the middle and bottom to distract from your attempt. With a hasty lick over your lip, you gently took the tip of it into your mouth. You sucked on it tenderly.

“Oh fucking yess!”

…and with that, just as if he had shot a flare gun to signal “ready to go!” he forced your head down on it immediately. Due to your surprise, the air was trapped in your lungs which made you submit to his violent attempt to speed up the pleasure.

That guy indeed didn't care about you, but only himself! Truth be told, you were surprised at how much you could even take in. How was this possible?!

Then, with one throb of his member, you knew why. First, your fucking throat was indeed made to accommodate large individuals and second: his dick was squishy as fuck! Only the quick tensing of the flesh made you realize that it was squishy like rubber or other flexible materials for sex.

You had nooo intention of letting him cum and harden with that giant dong still in your throat. Anatomy lessons had taught you different features of different types of dick. You were sure you had learned about the sin´s private parts too, but teeny you had to fucking doodle in class! Curse you!!

You couldn't even do much to resist, for the big demon had his way with your head. The base was the only part you grabbed tight onto. Your frantic squeezing to hold your balance somehow only increased his pleasure.

He rolled his head back and chuckled in both arousal and amusement. When you felt his dick tighten and expand into a solid shape, you stamped your knee on the table to get that thing out of your throat and mouth. Your wings started to flutter in an attempt to fly away from the throat-ripping danger inside you.

To your surprise, he even let you. With his hands outright disappearing behind your head and back, you half jumped backward. You accidentally catapulted yourself back and landed with a painful wham. Fucking hell!

Your break to catch your breath was cut short. Needy hands fumbled to get you close gain. Struggling in his tight embrace, the fat Jester smooshed you against his raging dick once again. This time he pressed you flat against it and one set of hands worked on his length alone.

The ragged panting signaled he was very close already. He fucking used your head to create more friction!? For whatever unhinged reason, you didn´t mind. In fact, you felt a pool of arousal in your lower regions as a response. Fuck, you were never into this type of shit.

Now with two hands massaging and pumping his own cock, the one other jammed you against the throbbing and moving member. Your arms found their way to his thick thighs and stabilized your weight on them. Your right forearm came in contact with his fluffy and pudgy belly. There was no time to think of how soft his plushy fur was since that maniac above you was close.

With a few more forceful shakes, he managed to finally reach his high.

“Ah fuck yes!”

The grip on your head became almost unbearably hard and pushed you even more into the rock-hard flesh. The slight shaking of his hands signaled the orgasm rocking his whole system. For a second you were scared, he would accidentally crush your head for being so lost in his pleasure. You pressed your eyes shut as he rode out his high.

Then you felt a sticky warm sensation on your cheek and saw a few droplets on his pants. The warm slimy surface of his member clung to your skin. A deep dark blush covered your face. You´d like to tell yourself it was due to the heat the massive demon emitted… but deep down you knew it was kind of a lie.

His panting slowed down and changed to heavy breathing.

“Fuck, you lil cunt. That was some good shit right now. Been a long time since I made a dick-face sandwich.”

Was that guy for real!? He pins people to his dick on some occasions? You sure hoped they were more willing than you right now. Part of your mind doubted that this guy ever cared about other´s boundaries and dislikes.

He released the tight hold on you and stretched his body contently. Rubbing your cheek your plopped back on your butt and watched the striped individual in front of you soften. With one swift motion, he snapped the rubber waistband of his pants back up to cover himself. With a belly that big, you wouldn't bother with belts or any other type of pants either.

With a happy dazed expression on his face, he still savored the post-orgasm bliss. There you wondered if the deed was finally over and if he would set you free now. He got what he wanted. Why pleasure you now?

“Ah, that was fucking good.” His big tongue lolled out. His content expression could be counted as cute if you weren't so heavily aware of the disbalance of power you were trapped in. You looked around in search of a towel or tissue to clean yourself up with. When you crawled to the edge of the table a taunting voice behind you made you halt mid-move.

“Now about that tasty sauce, you got there…”

“Fuck.” You breathed shakily.

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A sinister chuckle. “Now come back here.” With tight pressure around your right leg, you got pulled backward. Losing your balance, you fell flat on your chest as you got dragged back towards him.

The confusion on how he was able to grab you disappeared when he flopped you on your back and you got a good lock at his right upper hand. Green glowing strings connected to his fingertips traveling all the way down where they warped themselves around your limb.

The use of magic or any other power always made you highly uncomfortable. Yes, with some tools, even you could perform spells, but the natural force of nature that was bound to a sin was immeasurable. It was terrifying - the hidden claws and teeth of the Sins. Just because they never really used them doesn't mean they couldn't. In other words, they never had a reason to. Every citizen of hell would accommodate to their wishes, knowing very well the strength and danger that lies under the surface of an easy-to-approach character.

It was no secret Mammon didn't even need to use his magic to squash the head of an Imp with just his bare hands and minimal effort. Seeing a thread of his up close was a true sight. You could feel the magic radiating from it. You've heard they were indestructible and impossible to free yourself from unless Mammon allows you to.

A shudder made your tail shake for a split second. One black-gloved hand pinched the little heart-shaped tip between his fingers.

He noticed you staring at the green glowing strings. “Yeah, Yeah, maybe later.” He played with the tip of your tail. ”Now I am really curious about that sauce you brought here. Let´s use that one first and then we´ll see if we get to the webbing, aight?”

Th-The Webbing?! Wait-WHAT?! You´re about to be webbed?! Like a bug in a net?! For what?!

Your mind reeled in every direction. When the greedy honk of a man showed up in the office, you thought you were prepared for everything. Apparently not.

A little cracking sound made you snap back to the present. Looking up, you saw his eyes squinting in mischief, as he held the opened bottle in his hand.

“How do we-”

“Without your damn clothes of course!” he sneered.

Three greedy gloved hands unpacked you like a spoiled child would unwrap its Sinsmas present. Again, it amazed you how fast he was. You were stripped naked within seconds. He surely didn't waste time.

The big ass clown cockily tilted his head. “Aw, are ya cold?” he cooed sympathetically and pinched your already-hardened nipples. You winced at the sudden pain.

“Naur, lemme cover you real quick!”

And with that, he pressed the bottle, half of its contents splurting on your naked body. Your eyes almost popped out of your head from the unexpected start. You didn't expect him to use it in such a blunt manner.

A maniacal laughter from above snapped your attention from your saucy chest back to him. Then his humorous and cheeky side vanished as fast as it came. Big slimy tongue gliding out. He licked his lips.

“Dinner is serv-ed.” A dark and twisted smile stretched over his face. Six tiny dots of glowing green emerged over his big squinting ones. The wretched face of true Evil stared down at you.

You were frozen on the spot. From both, a sudden arousal and deep-rooted fear. Your nervous mind steered between these two states and then just short-circuited. You couldn't even scramble backwards, because he slammed his four hands down hard at every limb of yours.

You squealed at the sight above you. It was fucking too much for your vanilla-shaped heart to handle. You squirmed in his grasp as you kinda giggled-squeaked at the same time. His unwavering devilish smile seemed to stretch even more at the sight of your massive blush covering your whole face.

“Does my little fly want to get away, hm?”

You tried your darn hardest to look anywhere but him, completely spacing out. He hovered over you, radiating nothing but danger. To your dismay, this excited you to the maximum.

“Mmm…but we have only started my lil treat.” with that he let out a green glowing puff of steam from the corners of his mouth. The terror-striking demonic eyes never left you.

…and with that. You lost it.

An immediate rush of adrenalin kicked in, causing you to yell at the top of your lungs. Face burning dark with a blush so furious you were sure you could fry an egg on top of your skin. A cruel and sinister chuckle joined in with the sounds escaping your throat. Then his maniacal laugh rang through your whole body.

A hot warmth formed in your lower regions. Your body knew what treatment was to be expected. Already fueled with intense lust, you were sure he could get you off immediately with only a few strokes.

Heck, give you any object or even the damn edge of the table and you could finish yourself.

Fuck .

You very much wanted this. You cursed your brain for the bitter betrayal.

The big jester seemed to spot your leaking core- oh you could bet you were flowing by now. He only licked his lips in anticipation.

“But first, why don´t we start just as planned, eh?” His playful and sultry voice snapped you back to the sauce on your upper body.

Why the liquid on top of you didn´t boil, was a mystery to you.

“Wouldn´t want ta skip a good meal if it served itself so willingly, don´tcha agree?”

Your head and voice acted on their own: “Mhm!” You nodded.

“Good.” He cooed softly.

Without wasting any more time he dragged the flat of his massive tongue from your tummy, all the way up to your chin. He made sure to drag the forked tip over your throat for you to feel exactly how those two points can apply pressure.

Oh my fucking lord of Greed.

Another slow and sensual heavy lick over your body made your skin tingle. His upper hands slid to your nipples. Your hands unconsciously followed them. You were gripping his wrists when he tenderly played with the little knobs on your breasts.

For a few seconds, he smiled down at you, before closing in to the side of your neck. The hands on your legs had wandered up and gently placed themselves on your hip. Just close enough to almost touch the sensitive and needy parts down below.

Your body didn't know what to react to first. Your aching core, your touch-sensitive breasts, or the ominous tingling sensation on your neck with his half-open maw neared dangerously close. Your entire body jolted as if electrocuted. There were no sparks or anything, but his sudden sharp exhale of hot air on your shoulder and neck struck your whole body.

“Careful, lil missy, don´t wanna run into my teeth now would ya?” he breathed softly, emitting another blow of very warm air on your skin.

How does he do that?! His breath was unnaturally warm. Steaming hot!

There was no time to ponder about the inner workings and laws of physics of his body when you felt the tip of his tongue touch the space between your shoulder and neck.

“Mmm, I´ve missed a spot.” Then he dragged the wet muscle over your shoulder, your neck, and then all the way up to your cheek. Instead of focusing back on your tummy or chest, he went back to the already clean-licked spot.

Suddenly you felt hard spikes pressing down on your skin. You started to squeak in surprise. One hand shot up from below and gripped your jaw. Squishing your cheeks which made you look like an ugly fish.

“Careful, don´t wanna rip you open? I am only gonna destroy one part of you today.”

Oh please, end my misery.

Honestly, at this point, it became too hard to bear. Forget about an object. You probably will come off just like that.

No, you still needed some sort of friction. Anything!

The hands purposefully ghosting your vulva all around made you go nuts. When you raked your hips up, he gently pressed them down again.

You couldn't take it anymore. “Come on…do it!”

“Do what?” he smiled innocently.

“Fuck …me.” you mewled pathetically.

Another dick-award-winning grin. “Pardon?”

“Please… Si-ir!”

“Hmm.” He pondered and cockily slid his striped tongue out in thought.

You waited for his response. With your nerves on fire, you couldn't wait anymore. Just end your suffering. Please!

“Naur.”

A high whining emitted from your squirming form. You never ever had a temper tantrum from sexual arousal. Now clutching your wrists and thighs, the massive demon ignored your protests as he went back to licking the sauce off your breasts, rips, and tummy. That ass even licked at your hips and almost grazed your intimate parts when he used the full length of his tongue.

Oh, you wanted to curse at him for overstimulating you so much. The teasing, the lewd sounds, the licks. It was too much for your senses. You were not used to this type of kinkiness. Not that you didn't enjoy it, but right now you wanted anything at your entrance or something to simply touch your clit.

As soon he was done cleaning the mess that he made with your lunch special, he eyed you from above with his absolute bastardy grin. Fucker. You would have kicked him, but he had you tight in his grasp.

Then, all of a sudden, his left lower hand disappeared from your thigh only for you to feel a very faint touch on the sensitive skin of needy lips. A devilish grin spread on his lips, revealing rows of sharp teeth and parts of the black flesh of his gums.

Why does every feature highlight the other so awfully perfect? From the black skin around his glowing green eyes, the black gums framing his greenish sharp chompers, and his fucking sluggish striped tongue, which you wanted in one particular spot so bad right now. Oh, nobody get you started about his fucking dick. That thing was a menace to society.

Moaning in pleasure you tried to push yourself against the length of his finger. He purposely held it out of reach, only grazing your soft skin. Even though you knew it was useless, you still tried to wiggle and writhe yourself out of his tight clasp and closer to the only object that had gotten within reach of your core and clit.

“Sir, please!” you winced, losing your mind.

With a coy expression, he smacked his lips. “Sir, what? Which Sir? Who are ya talkin' to?”

Trembling and feeling your brain twisting with frustration and Lust.

“Mammon…Sir.”

With that, his right upper hand left your wrist. Seductively traveling down from your chest to your private parts. You sucked in a deep breath in anticipation, hoping he would finally touch you there.

Just when the tip was about to touch the beginning of your most sensitive and already riled-up area, he lifted it away and back up to his face. He put it in his mouth, licking it seductively.

You screamed at him. “Nooo!!”

With that, he broke out in roaring laughter. A dark flush on his cheeks signaled either his amusement or that he was also getting some arousal out of your sexual torture pretty much.

“I´m only kiddin´, doll!” He wiped a fake tear from his eye. “Now let´s fill you up real good.”

Pardon?

He wasn´t wasting any time. A flop sound could be heard, which dubiously sounded like he had removed his pants again. There was no way for you to look down cause he pinned you down by your shoulders now. His warm hands- wait, warm hands?! When did he remove his gloves?!

The skin-to-skin contact made you shiver. Breathing heavily from both anticipation and pure arousal your eyes almost popped out when you felt something slick and warm touch your entrance. You mewled when you felt the sleek tip of something slipping inside your entrance.

The shape of his dick was horrible. No, it was not…but him slithering in bit by bit and expanding your throbbing walls was just something else. Most cocks had the biggest part at the tip. Not him. You didn't know if that was worse or better yet.

A satisfied low moan from the massive demon made your stomach tingle. He pressed his eyes shut and smiled cheekily as he stretched out the moment of him entering your in comparison way tinier body. Your walls clenched all around him, which gave him just the kick he needed, as another moan escaped from his throat. So you weren't the only needy one?

You held your breath when he pushed the rest of his twitching length inside you, stretching you to the max. His expression turned sour as he seemed close to shifting the game of dragging things out.

“Oh fuck this!” And with that, he slid back only to ram back into you with full force. His hands clutched at your shoulders tight to keep your body still. You gasped at the intensity of it all. Another blow sent your mind into a hyper-aroused shock. A familiar burning sensation bloomed at your bottom immediately.

The grip of his four hands on your body got harder. The jester hovering above you pounded into you. Again and again. In response to his forceful assault on your core, you gripped his beefy arms and dug your claws into the fabric.

With both of you now panting and moaning, you couldn't help but sink into this burning sensation and focus on your rapidly building orgasm. You watched the powerful demon above you chasing his own high too.

To quicken things up, he pushed his thumb against your clit, which made you bulk and tense. Oh, that definitely speeded things up. You gasped and panted as your orgasm rocked your system. With his large cock in your core and his thumb pressing against your knob, you clenched around him as your vision began to blank out. Your whole body was trembling and curling like tinder in a hot raging fire.

When his member began to grow rock hard, it gave you the rest as you screamed in pleasure. Mammon spurted into you with all he had. The increasing pressure and your body reacting to the intense tightness were insane. You felt some of the liquids being pressed out.

The grip on your shoulders loosened as he straightened his back and huffed in exhaustion. You panted as you tried to recover from the intense explosion you had just felt moments ago. In fact, you could have fallen into a deep peaceful slumber here and then. The post-sex afterglow clouded your vision. If a random coworker would have walked in right now or found you later- you were sure you wouldn't have minded.

After a short break to catch his breath, he pulled his already softening member out. The lewd wet sound and the loss of pressure in your vagina made you grimace. With one wiggle of an index finger, a towel emerged from Oz-knows-where. He cleaned the thick juices off of his flesh which tried to retreat to its resting place.

The towel then got tossed your way. Great. You felt the wetness from the already wiped juices on your knee.

Despite your post-orgasm exhaustion, you propped yourself up and cleaned your bottom as best as you could. Seriously, there was still so much leaking out! With your eyes droopy and your bottom still tingling from the prior moments, you slowly dressed yourself back on.

Even the tiniest friction on your private parts made you wince. You were a bit oversensitive and sore after your pussy got massacred again like that.

Now, almost fully dressed you observed the giant jester pulling his pants back up. Then with a groan, he stretched and yawned.

“That was fucking good.

What a good bloody cunt ya got there!”

Oh my. Lucky for you, your vajayjay was only half destroyed. You counted that as a win for today. 

Chapter Text

With a short bzz he lit a thick cigar with two fingers. His electricity sure came in handy for that.

A big wave of smoke pressed out of his sharp jagged teeth. You put your clothes on, back turned to the man who fucked and scared the living shit out of you. Just when you put your boots back on, you heard him talk.

“Ah, that was focking good. Been a long time since a cunt like yours got me hard like that.” He said and cackled in amusement.

Embarrassed, you just smiled and tried to avoid his gaze. He pushed himself away from the fridge he was leaning against and walked closer.

“You know, I´d like to repeat that.”

A greedy finger hooked itself under one of the straps of your coveralls. A cold shiver ran down your spine at the unexpected little action. He could yank you up like a little doll.

Mustering all your strength to sound steady: “Uh, yeah. It was good!”

“Good?! Are ya stupid? Haha! That was some hot shit right there!”

Then he leaned in closer, stopping just right beside your face. Your eyes peeked to the side, revealing large sharp teeth too close for comfort.

He then whispered, “Hehe…besides, your pathetic screamin' and whinin' said otherwise~”

A tingling sensation sparked where his warm breath touched your cheek. You didn't dare to face him fully. The familiar mischievous bastard smile was probably plastered all over his face.

So as not to anger him, you just giggled awkwardly. “Yeah…”

That seemed to suffice because he withdrew from your personal space. You relaxed a bit and let out a breath you have been holding since he touched you. So full of himself, he straightened his back with a satisfied huff and stood back to his full height. Another blow of smoke rose to the ceiling and danced in the low light of the room. You hoped there was no fire alarm in here.

“So, “ he looked down at you, green eyes greedily fixed on your tiny form,” why don'tcha hand me yer f-card? I know you horny shits have 'em.”

The fat man blew a cloud of smoke in your face. The stinging smell made your eyes water and your lungs itch.

Waving the disgusting smoggy air away, you answered truthfully. “I am sorry, Sir, but… but I don´t have… one.” You bit your lip and smiled meekly. Hoping he would just let go. A foolish wish.

His smile faltered and turned into an ugly sneer. Your heart started beating anxiously at his shift in demeanor, smelling the storm up ahead.

“I-I am Asexuell!” you blurted out.

His sour expression poofed into a confused one.

“What the fuck is that? Is that some kind of pussy disease??”

You were perplexed. Oh. He didn't know what that was. How do you explain that, now? …and in a way that he would possibly let go of the thought of wanting to fuck you again. Telling him it is a disease after he fucked you without protection was a bad idea. Not to mention lying to a king of sin. Especially one that was prone to heavy anger management issues.

“Uhm… I don´t have an f-card 'cause I don´t- uh- I never have sex with anyone!”

Yeah! That will do!

“The fack?” Mammon tilted his head to the side, causing his dollar sign bells to jingle. “So did your sex maniac society take it away from ya? Are you in some kind of horny jail?”

Oh my Oz. That was not- but actually, it fit perfectly!

“Yes! I am sorry, Sir.” Your heart skipped a beat in excitement. 

Much to your dismay, another wide smile started to spread on his face. Bending down so you two were at eye level again, he poked your cheeks with two index fingers, while the other two rested on his hips.

“Then this shall be our little secret then? Hm?” he winked at you.

You tried your damn hardest not to freak out. No, this is not how this was supposed to go! Your mother always used to tell you to be comfortable to say no! Always say what´s on your mind. You are a free woman:

“Remember! You owe them nothing! If they are an ass after a rejection that says more about them than you! 'No' is a complete sentence. There is never any excuse in the world for you to owe someone sex and intimacy.”

`Thank you, Mom. Now look what that got me… `

Unfortunately, you never got the talk for: How to turn down a deadly sin, even when they are super horny.

Shit.

The words of encouragement from your parents swirled in your mind, but you were so not ready to go on full confrontation with a high entity like Mammon. You weren't crazy!

Truth be told, you were a coward right now. Giving in and taking the easy route is what kept you alive in those tiring times. You certainly didn't have a death wish! Most importantly: You lacked the mental energy to withstand any argument. Heck, even preschoolers could probably roast you on the side walk and you'd just take it...

So you did what you could do best lately. Grin and nod.

The submissive response seemed to satisfy him, for he patted your head in return. Once again standing at his full height, towering over you and conveniently blocking the light from the lamp above him. You waited for another instruction.

“Then hand me your fucking phone number, aight?”

Uff. Major Ufff. Shit. Nonononono.

“Uhm, I don´t have my phone with me… right now…” It was the truth.
His smiley face was replaced by a sneer. “Then fucking get it?”

Your eyes darted to the clock. “Uh- I can´t-”

“Why not?” the tone turned darker.

“Because lunch break is almost over! And-and my phone is in my locker! I-I have to go back to work and get my phone-” He smacked a hand on your mouth harshly.

“Bloody hell then take this and shut up.”

He handed you an extremely fancy-looking business card. Its back flashed the famous grinning jester symbol. Shades of green glimmered in the light when you tilted the card. On the other side were different contact information given.

“Listen, I´m outta here, but you better ring me up as soon as ya get yer phone, k?” The demanding tone mixed with a haughty undertone let you assume that you better be texting him ASAP.

No one keeps Mammon waiting. Time is money after all. At least that´s what his motto has always been.

“Yes, sir. Will do… I promise.” You barely finished your sentence, when he replied with his prominent happy-go-lucky attitude:

“Good! Alrighty then! See ya around, ya sexo-maniac!”

-and with another boastful chuckle and wide grin, green sparks started to dance around him. Then, with a loud boom and lots of oxygen-eating smoke, he teleported to oz-knows-where.

…………………………..


You anxiously stared at the black screen of your phone.

No, you didn't text him when you got back to your locker, nor did you after your shift, nor the ride home, or when you plopped on your sofa.

A tight knot twisted your stomach and your shoulders were so high up from stress that not even a jackhammer could ease the tension. Every fiber of your being refused to ring him up. You felt nauseous only thinking about it, but procrastination won´t save your ass if he spots you next time around the factory.

Your luck was just so great that it was VERY likely that you´d run into him again. Probably, face first into his fat belly and bouncing back against the wall like a rubber ball.

Fuck, this was terrifying. You were supposed to call the King of Greed! What the actual fuck! Oh no, you didn't want to. Nonononono.

Youe reached into your pocket where the firm card pressed itself against your skin through the fabric every time you bent a bit too much. One would think it would be a cheap material, but no. This was the Sin of Greed. Flaunting his wealth was also part of his identity, just like saving money whenever he could.

The grinning jester symbol made you clench your teeth. Flipping the card around revealed everything you needed to get in contact with the infamous deadly sin. In other words, there goes your last excuse to hide from him.

You could run away, though? Nah! Scrap that…

Instead of making a call, you decided to text him instead. Hey! It was late after all?

“Hey! :-) I just got home-”

You deleted the message.

“Hey. It´s me! The Succubus from today!”

Deleted again.

You took a deep breath. Just go through with it already! Will you?! Just rip the bandaid off! He probably won´t read it anyway! Most likely, he gets so many messages that yours will drown in all the others. Yes! That´s it!


“Hey! :-) This is my number.

-the Succubus girl from today”


You changed the girl to woman - you were a grown-ass adult - and pressed send. The screen of your phone went black when you pushed the standby button. You placed the device on the table and plopped yourself on your bed. Snatching the blanket, you rolled yourself into a burrito.

Then, a vibrating sound signaled a new message on your phone.

You held your breath.

No, it can´t be. That can´t be him. No! Seriously, absolutely not. You crawled out of bed and crouched to the table. That would be insane and absolutely-


“Took ya fucking long enoufh

enough”


Your eyes grew wide like in a cartoon, your heart crashed three apartments down, and your pulse shot up as if you exed five energy drinks at once.

“You´re lucky that you look so damn cute. No other bitch would have gotten a second chance.”

NOOOOO!!! Your mind screamed. If you weren't so petrified right now, you would have actually screamed. Oh well, as soon as the shock would leave, you would probably start screaming anyway.

So, not writing him would have gotten you out of it actually?! Fucking jizz!


“I am so sorry! My phone battery died!
Had to recharge it at home!”

-was all you wrote.

Nothing. Not another text.

You waited, but still nothing. After 30 minutes you hoped your chat got pilled under others.
Unfortunately, just before bed, you received another text message.


“Won´t be at Oz´place for a while

but don´t worry

I will call you when I need ya ;)

Now that I have your number we don´t have to fuck in that tasteless joint anymore ”


Okay, now you screamed. Very loudly. In the middle of the night.

From outside the building three windows lit up yellow. After your minute-long scream of bloody murder died down, another voice shouted:

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DIE SOMEWHERE ELSE, YOU STUPID BITCH! SOME PEOPLE TRYNNA SLEEP HERE!”

Chapter Text

You hugged your pillow tight the whole night until you eventually fell asleep at some point in the early morning hours. Raising yourself out of bed didn't come easy. Twenty reasons to stay in bed wrestled with fifty reasons why you should get the fuck up and beat yourself to work.

Groaning through your morning routine and mumbling curses to your day's work may not have helped your fucked-up situation, but it did help you blow off some steam, or else you might have strangled a stranger on your way to work.

How long could you keep this up? You didn't know. Hell, you had no idea how you were still alive. However, the black spots in your vision became more frequent when you got up too fast, and your ability to run a short distance under stress decreased. It was obvious one should see a doctor with these symptoms.

But not you. You couldn't afford it. Little did you know that Greed doesn't have the same insurance as Lust. Insurance? Nah, you gotta pay for every service. Can't afford it? Well, do you still need your liver? They would gladly sell it for you. Hah.

Speaking of money and selling parts of yourself you shouldn't: You still needed a second job.

Clawing at your head, you let out a desperate whine and growl. How could you think straight when the only thing your wracked brain produced were daydreams about you sleeping somewhere in Sloth in a nice and cozy hotel?!

You needed to calm down. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Fuck, that only made you more agitated. Screw that! Going back to plan A, you sprinted to Ozzie's, only to find yourself short of breath, with your heart thumping at a worried pace in your ribcage.

Fuck.

………………………………….


With a beep, you hung up on your third call in your quest to find a second income. All businesses were already fully staffed. The last tired old business owner croaked that he'd call you if they had anything in store. Probably not, but hey, kind words were always welcome.

Curling up against the wall on your bed, fully clothed, you decided to rest in the afternoons from now on until you found a job. Relax and destress. Regain energy while you can. You still had 10 minutes until you had to leave for sure. The daily never-ending struggle.

Relax… You have to relax to get that energy back up! Don't stress yourself though, as it doesn't help you calm down.

RELAX FASTER

A sudden ding sound ripped you out of your thoughts. You received a message on your phone. A random-ass text message, to be precise.

Who in the hell writes—OH-SWEET-NACHO-IN-HELL!?

“Hey cunt
today at 3!
?

? ;) “


With a long hiss, you held the phone as far away from you. Shit! He did not forget about you! It had been two days since you handed Hell's famous Jester your phone number.

“Sorry!-”

you deleted


“Hey! I am sorry. I have to work until 5!
:-( “

You responded truthfully. Please do not-



“Shit.

Fuck

hm

7?

?? “



The single messages sent one after another made you anxious. When you didn't respond within ten seconds, he sent another “???”. Fuck, you couldn't keep him waiting. How could you say no to him?! Not responding was not an option!



“I have to go to the drugstore after work. Maybe I can make it in time! :-) “



You would so say no.. or at least try to come up with an excuse that makes a guy NOT want to poke his dick in you. Diarrhea? Yes, that will do!



“Go tomorror?

*tomorrow!”



Fucking hell. He won´t let you off the hook so easily.



“I can´t. :( I have no food at home. Fridge is empty. Relly gotta go! :´(
*Really “



Hah! That way he'll have to think about how normal citizens have to buy their food themselves! Take that! When you re-read your message, you realized that you probably gave him an opening for a very nasty comment about how he can fill you up.

Luckily, it never came. In fact, he didn't reply at all. Was that enough for him to drop you? You sure hoped it was. Mission: be as inconvenient for a prick to lose interest was a success!

Or so you thought, because guess who wrote you right after work? Only seeing the ominous green profile picture on your lock screen made your skin crawl. Forget about coffee. It felt like someone injected you with five espressos at once.

“Ready?????”

It was not what you were hoping to see after your first Mammon-free streak. Hope dies last, they say?

Your brief and friendly goodbye wave to your coworkers was acknowledged with many friendly faces winking and waving you back. Throwing your backpack on, you speed-walked out of the factory.

This must have been the nicest place to work so far. You already heard Asmodeus talk once! Only talk, as in: Hearing his charming and unmistakable voice banter with one of his employees. It was tempting to risk a glance around the corner, but you and another buddy carrying a custom-made heavy oversized dildo for Lucifer-knows-who kept you from taking your chance to see the big idol of many.

With a fast-paced trot, you reached the hellavator. One ride up to Greed. In the crowded place between sweaty loan sharks and other not-so-happy-looking fellas, you checked your phone again. Not swiping the message away earlier gave you another jump scare.

You did now, even though you knew you shouldn't. With the irritable Jester face now gone, you spotted three new messages in your family group chat and, to your surprise, you got an email from HBR. Weird… what could they possibly want from you?

“Dear L/N,

We hope this email finds you well after a busy day at work. We are proud to have you as one of our valued employees now and hope you feel comfortable in our company as well.

`Awww! How cute!`

It has come to our attention by other staff members that you had lustful experiences with one of the factory's business associates.

` Shit .`

We'd like to inform you that external sexual affairs need to be registered in order to ensure every party’s safety, as well as business-related relations, are unaffected by said activities. For this matter, please visit HBR on the fifth floor tomorrow morning at 8:00.

This measure also aims to ensure whether our employees give 100% consent to a business foreigner. As a part of Oz Corp., we take matters of possible sexual coercion very seriously. We offer full support for our employees and affiliates working with our companies.

`DAYUM!`

Wish you a pleasurable night and see you tomorrow.

Sincerely,

HBR

from Ozzy’s factory “

Oh my lewdness. Did you read that right? First, killer that they care about consent that much! Second, no surprise someone blew the gaff on your repeated spicy meetings with the big King of Greed. Third, does that mean… they could help?

Sexual Coercion. Oh, they definitely counted two and two together. That was pretty… awesome actually? No, this was amazing! This was fucking great!

Thank you, Hellborn Resources! Oh, how a formal email from work reanimated hope and saved you from the end stages of a tragic and inevitable death by a Deadly Sin's libido! Okay, you were not sure if he would kill you. Although, it's Mammon. He is a trigger warning for himself.

Feeling the built-up stress and tension flow out your body from the absolutely divine message until an incoming call snapped you back to a major problem that past-you had shoved to future-you. Which is now present-you.

For some people a dream, but for many others, including you, a nightmare.

An incoming FaceTime call from Mammon, the fucking deadly sin.

You were in the midst of your way to the drugstore. Should you pick up? Of course, you had to! Without any aid from Ozzy's staff, you shouldn't risk anything yet…

Blowing an exaggerated breath out of your nose you swiped left. With your face in the bottom left, you only saw darkness filling your screen except for the tempting red button in the middle. You almost were about to say something, when a low growl followed by unexpectedly loud curses made you jump out of your skin.

You fumbled to decrease the volume of your phone as his terrible loud voice blared could be heard from across the street. With 40% Volume, you were able to avoid another jump scare.

“Fuckin´ bitch ass bastard! Move it before I fist yer wife into the bloody sewage!”

`What?!`

For a second, you believed he might have butt-dialed you, but when two toxic glowing round eyes stared at you from whatever dark place he was in, you knew it was not an accident.

With the nasty sneer still plastered on his face, he finally addressed you.

“Where the fuck are you?!”

You frowned, but then you remembered he could actually see you and changed to your pressed smile again.

Uh- hey! I am uh,” you looked around frantically, trying to come up with some kind of excuse to drag this out. “I am… almost at the drugstore! I-I need to go shopping!”

“The fuck, you said yer ready at five?” he glared at you and you were almost sure you could feel an invisible hand strangling you by the throat from the pressure that continued to build up.
“No... I said I leave work at five. Not that I have time?”

Fuck, you panicked. Was that the wrong wording?!

The corners of his mouth dragged further down as his mood worsened by the second of you wasting his time instead of being free to grab.


“And where are you now?”


Confused you glanced from side to side. You already said where you were going.


“On my way to grab some stuff?”


“THE ADDRESS YOU FUCKING CUNT!”


You swore you saw brief sparks of light dance around him, but the screen glitched a bit. With your phone now as far away from you as possible, you squeaked apologies for the misunderstanding. In order to find the correct answer ASAP, you whipped your head every which way but found no address in your panicked state.

“I-I don't know?! Sorry! I need to look!” Threatened by his dangerous outburst, you started to jog until you reached the next crossroad, only to find that the street sign had been ripped off.

“C-Cuthro- Huh? Cutthro..road? I am sorry, I can´t read it!”

“Are ya a bloody toddler or fucking illiterate? Read the damn sign!”


Your anxiety spiked. Fuck, you really didn't want to see him. You really didn't want to have any sort of interaction or fuck up even more with him. He thought you were outright stupid, but it wasn't your fault every second corner was either damaged or burned down!

“Wait, here, look!” With a hasty tap on the camera switch button, you pointed your front camera at the street sign, which upon closer inspection looked like somebody had taken a bite out of it.

He squinted his eyes and grumbled, biting his lower lip in thought as he paused.

“I know that place. Hang on.”

And with that, the call ended. In disbelief, you eyed your screen. Dropping right into your chat history with him, you saw that he was offline. You expected him to write you at least.

What should you do? Wait here, or…?

As soon as you heard gunshots a bit too close for comfort, you kept on moving.

“Nope! Not gonna stay!”

After rounding two more corners, you arrived at your destination. Before entering, you checked your phone again. Nothing.

Fuck. That guy was absolutely unpredictable. There was no telling when and how he would strike again.

A tight twist in your stomach joined the lump in your throat. Whacking your head like crazy wouldn't fill your empty stomach either. You needed food to think and calm your nerves. Your blood sugar level was dangerously low.

In you went. The screechy, cliché music that screamed horror music accompanied you as you grabbed the essentials for today's feast.

At the energy drink section, you stopped mid-track. One can shouted at you with the alluring words: “Hustling and Strong.” Damn, you really needed that now, but you doubted that promise would be fulfilled after one over-sugared energy drink. You might end up with a panic attack instead if you flooded your system with an insane amount of caffeine now.

Okay, you got what you needed. You noticed the adolescent, pimple-plastered imp gawking out of the front window at the cash register. You waited patiently and dropped all your items on the counter.

When you saw two other customers staring wide-eyed at something outside the store, you decided to take a quick look for yourself. You never knew when shit was going to blow up in this neighborhood and you might have to make a run for it.

Joining the others like visitors at a zoo staring at a spectacle through a protective wall of glass, you spotted it too. To your horror, it was not what you expected.

You had anticipated watching two people stabbing each other or a random street fight between gangs, but what lurked outside was so much worse than anything else you had seen on these streets so far.

Right outside, parked right in front of the pavement of the store, was a big massive black monstrosity of a car. That thing, that absurdly large piece of pitch-black metal, stood out like a damn heavy metal popsicle in a jar full of expired cough lollies.

A round green symbol on the shiny black surface was a harbinger of the impending doom.

Fucking hell. So in shock, you dropped the can of ravioli that found no space on the crowded countertop. A vibration at your butt made you jolt. Grabbing your phone, you saw the ultimate truth of this whole gut-wrenching spectacle outside your favorite store.


“I am at the shop.
Get your sweet ass over here.”


You felt like you were in a dream. One of those where everything was totally off, yet made total sense in some weird way. A wave of dizzy numbness tickled your mind.

As if pulled out by some invisible force, you walked outside the store, ignoring everyone staring at you. Like deer in headlights, you waited for something to happen.

One of the black tinted windows lowered, and only the narrow sight of the familiar fabric made the inside of your chest sting like gulping down icy water. First, a beefy arm, and then the big head of Hell's most famous jester poked out of the door window.

A wide grin stretched on his face as he hollered for everyone to hear.


“Hey! Get in the car, cunt!” pounding the sheen surface to make you hurry up faster.


Frozen on the spot, you peeked back at the filled counter, flashing what you had planned to purchase just moments ago.

Mustering your strength, you called out to him. “Uhm... I was actually buying some-"


He cut you off immediately. “Get in the fuckin´ car!”


You glanced around and noticed all eyes on you and the king ruling over these crime-infested streets. Awkwardly shuffling to the insanely oversized vehicle in front of you, another door opened, signaling for you to enter a bit farther up.

Shit, that beast was long too! It looked like a mix of an SUV and a fancy-ass limo!

As soon as you entered, you had to adjust to the sudden darkness, which didn't take long since the biggest source of light was his creepy big lantern eyes illuminating the whole spacious room. The whole interior screamed rich bastard all over.

There in the middle of a broad rear bench seat sat the source of your terror, legs splayed out, almost taking in half of the whole damn space! His sinister trademark grin painted on his visage, he watched your every move as if he was expecting you to comment on his wealth-oozing ride. You didn't even need to ask, as he immediately patted the space right beside him.

Following his silent order, you walked up to him, unsure if you really should sit right beside him - as in: touch him - or sit to his left. When the vehicle started to roll forward, you stumbled and fell flat right next to him. You whispered an embarrassed apology, but he draped a strong lower arm around you, and pressed you against his plush side.

“Never seen a fine ride like that, huh girly?” He flaunted and continued with the fast-paced typing on his phone, not even taking a look your way. You tried to adjust your position, wiggling in his firm grasp. Only when you tried to get your backpack off did he loosen his tight hold on you.

A brief silence lingered around the two of you. You had no idea what to do or how to behave. This was the first time you were around him where he didn't try to strip you off your pants immediately. The disinterested look on his face led you to believe he wasn't into small talk right now.

After another few minutes of silence with you just staring straight ahead into the dim luxurious surroundings, you started to feel anxious. Just to add to your discomfort, he hung his upper beefy arm loosely over your shoulder, the lower one still hugging your waist uncomfortably.

If nothing happened, you swore by hell you would freak out. Where were you going? Why is he ignoring you, and why is he driving a goddamn limo? He should be able to teleport wherever he pleased in his own ring?

Snatching your phone out of your pocket to distract yourself, you discovered a tiny red line on the bottom of the battery symbol, accompanied by a terrifying 3%. Shit, it wouldn't survive the next half-hour without extra energy, but you were too scared to ask if he had a charger to spare somewhere in this luxurious vehicle. So, you just had to wait until he offered you some sort of reaction.

Nothing. His eyes were still locked on his device. You felt yourself twitch now and then. Your body had a hard time relaxing being so close to the sin.

He was soft though.


Then, a simple question dropped out of nowhere. “Ya want anythin´ from Mam Donalds?”

Did you hear correctly? “Huh?”

The big Jester eyed you from above. “Mam Donalds. You know. Food? Grab somethin´ before we get to me place.”


Oh. Oh! Oh shit! We are really going to his palace? Like, for real?!

“No, no thank you! I am good!” you spluttered. Your system was too on edge to get any bite down right now. Worst case scenario, you puke into his limo, or his palace… or on him during the obvious upcoming spicy session.


He raised an eyebrow. You weren't sure if he was annoyed or pissed by your response. The overly polite etiquette forbid you to take an offer like that anyway. He probably felt inclined to ask.

“Whateva. You do you,” he said and opened the Mam Donalds App on his phone, probably pre-ordering his meal..


After another five minutes, which felt like an eternity to you, you reached your first stop. A nicely dressed Imp in a suit, whom you supposed was his chauffeur, brought three large greasy bags. The larger demon snatched all three of them from his tiny hands. With a quick bow, the imp fled the scene and closed the door again.

The familiar aroma of junk food filled your nose and made your mouth water. You smacked yourself mentally. Fuck, you should have said yes, but it was too late now.

Three greedy hands unpacked the first few items and placed them right next to him. You watched in amazement as he spun a few green glowing silky threads and placed them all around him, creating a makeshift table for his drinks and food.

With one large bite, he shoved down his first burger, while placing the rest of his grand order, which could probably feed a whole family, on the convenient web before him.

In your childhood, you had rarely been to Mam Donald. Your Dad was against the unhealthy amount of fat and salt stuffed into every item. Your mom still drove you all to the one closest to your place when she didn't want your dad cooking after a long family trip.

You gulped. Never did you notice how perfectly the black and white striped wrapping highlighted the tasty burgers. Memories of simply nibbling off the molten cheese from the thin material from the past tumbled in. Eyes round and wide, you gawked as he grabbed a fistful of the golden fries with the black pointy tip.

“That is outright burned food, Clawra…”

“Come on, dad! One time won´t kill us.”

“Yeah, because cancer will…”

You remembered your dad grumbling about the familiar centipede-leg-themed fries.

Oh, how you wished you hadn't been so stupid and just said you wanted a Mamburger. However, you were smart enough not to ask if he could share his meal. Beware of the Sin of Greed. Nomen est omen.

Instead, you watched him devour his unhealthy dinner worth over 6,000 calories in the most gross manner possible. He licked each finger clean before he downed the two full cups of coke.

“Ah! Jus´ what I fockin' needed right now. Som´ cheap ass bastards thought they could sue me today.” With a snap of his fingers, the packing disappeared in green smoke. “Pff, fucking sued 'em back, and guess what? Now I own their whole bloody company.”

He let go of your side and, with a content stretch of his four arms, he slid down and closed his eyes. Then, his upper arm snaked around your shoulders and squeezed you back against him. You couldn't deny that it was surprisingly comfortable to be trapped in his tight embrace. Now you understood why people were so hyped to get a hug from him.

That guy was like a massive teddy bear. The smooth fabric of his tacky clown suit combined with his natural layer of softness had you basically melting into him. If it weren't for him smelling like smoke from his thick cigars, you would have mistaken him for a plush toy or the world's best pillow. It would have been a lie to say you wouldn't buy one of those, but oh well - you had no money anyway. You wondered if he actually sold life-sized dolls of himself at some point.

The gentle halt signaled that you'd reached your destination. While Mammon sat up and checked his phone again, the door swung open, and you caught a glimpse of two hellhounds with sunglasses and black suits waiting outside. A low grunt to your right made you jump.


“Bloody fuckin´ cunts.”


A sour expression revealed that he probably didn't receive good news from his trusty device, to which he granted more attention than you this entire ride. His claws flew over its glowing surface with audible agitated tapping.

With a snap of his fingers, one of the hounds poked its large head inside.

“Take her up, I'll be there in a sec,” he grumbled, obviously pissed at whatever message he got.

Before you could ask him where “up” was, he teleported away with a loud boom, leaving you coughing in a cloud of glowing greed. You toppled over from the sudden lack of oxygen around you, but a strong grip on your upper arm dragged you out into the open. Bright lights blinded your vision. You wheezed and tried to catch your balance as you landed on concrete.

When the green fumes vanished, you were suddenly met by a total of four hellhounds surrounding you. It seemed like you were in some kind of parking deck. A couple of classy and noble cars were lined up alongside each other. The clean polished surfaces glimmering in the light told you that they must have been worth a fortune. Scratching one of these meant one unlucky head rolling down the alleyway.

It was then you realized. Shit, there were so many things to mess up in here. Behave!

Two of the large hunks gathered behind you, blocking your way to the limo. Not like you would have crawled back in there. The one who dragged you out of the suffocating tight space now stood in front of you waiting.

“Please, follow me.” With a curt nod, he turned around and walked straight towards two large metal double doors of an elevator.

Intimidated by the towering presence of the three remaining hellhounds, you gulped and followed suit.

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What did they think you could do? Steal something or escape? One of those bulky fellows looked like they could catch you out of the air and snap your spine by ferociously shaking you from side to side. There you were, inside an elevator big enough to fit four big-ass cars in it, but now transporting your tiny, pathetic being surrounded by four hulking behemoths.

Damn, this is the first time you actually missed the annoying elevator tunes, because the deafening silence is killing you. For whatever reason, your dumb brain pondered if they existed so no one could hear people fart?

An ominous and totally not scary low dong declared that you reached whatever 100th floor you ascended to.

The heavy doors glided open to reveal a grand foyer lit by Greed's evening sky and green flaming torches. The black and white marble floor looked so shiny you could see your reflection in it.

The hound in front of you stepped forward and signed for you to follow. The massive door, no, a gate seemed to be the entrance to Mammon´s private chambers, which was the “up” his men were supposed to escort you to. As you and the walking behemoths approached further, you noticed there was an outline of a much smaller gate. Now that one was actually door-sized.

You couldn't help but look to your right, out of the broad window displaying the fast landscape of a breathtakingly luxurious city. Skyscrapers, towering over the much smaller ones. The view was out right stunning. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the impressive dark glimmering buildings.

That´s when it hit you. You knew this city! It was Mammopolis!

But… the palace wasn't supposed to be in the middle of Greed's Capital? Wait, you were insanely high. Higher than any other structure around.

The Mammon Tower!

That´s where he took you! Of course! Why take a peasant like you to the palace? The tower was much closer to everyday life and quicker to reach by car.

The hellhound before you tapped a shiny green card against the door. The surface started to shimmer for a second. He unlocked the door and motioned for you to walk inside.

On the other side of the massive frame, you were greeted with what could only be called a fancy billionaire man cave.

It was just like in all those rich people magazines or the crackbrained ads where they show you photos of a penthouse like that and tell you this could be you, but you didn't hustle and invest yet.

The black marble floor was so clean, you were sure you could have slid through the whole room on your back and then there´d be no single dust particle on your white shirt. You wouldn't clean the floor... the floor would clean you!

Now you stood there like some kind of out-of-place vermin in this gigantic space. Everything screamed that you didn't belong here. You felt even worse for standing here.

A rumbling sound from somewhere in the depths of that oversized penthouse made you jolt. You were not alone anymore according to the rustling coming somewhere from…above you?

Your thoughts of who this might be were interrupted by an explosion in midair. A poof of electric green revealed your “gracious” host.

“Eya bitch! I'm back!” He shouted and landed right in front of you, shaking the ground a bit upon contact. He hooked a lower arm around your shoulder and smooshed you into his side.

“Meh, sum’ bloody ugly motherfocka was messing up the papers in one of ma plenty oil industry plants.” The big jester flaunted with an exaggerated expression. To say you were not impressed by his bragging was an understatement. It was hard to keep your lips from curling in disgust.

“So, watcha sayin’ to ma big n nice place, eh? Bet ya never set hoof in some good shit like that!”

First, you had no hooves. You were a Succubus, you had feet. Second, was he bragging to make you swoon over him or was he trying to outright insult you? Maybe both. Little did that guy know that you found pompous rich dicks like him anything but attractive. On the contrary, you'd hope this will be a quick act and then he'd kick your ass out of his “good shit” place.

Before you could answer, he left your side and zoomed to the big couch. Big as in, it could fit an entire grand imp family on there. He snatched a rustling plastic bag, his face contorted in disgust. 

“That shit's from yesterday, mate! What the fuck do they think I would do with that??” He hissed and shook the bag to demonstrate something you didn't quite catch on.

You tilted your head quizzically. “What do you mean?” 

“What do I mean? Pfff! That soggy stuff is from yesterday!” he glared at you as if stating the obvious. 

Feeling your temper flaring up a bit- part of it stemming from your hunger- you crossed your arms and retorted: “So what? It is still good?”

Well, not a badass answer,  but talking back to him for being a “lil slut” is enough.

Mammon raised an eyebrow as if he was genuinely pondering about what you shot back at him.

“So, ya say ya want that?” 

You bit your lip and glared at him slightly.  Not out of spite, but because you actually did want that fine brand of nachos in his claws.

A wide smile spread on his face before he broke out in a mocking fit of laughter.

"You'd scoff down that stale crap?! What are ya, a rat?"

He continued his hollering mockery of your seemingly lesser taste in food. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment and growing anger. It grated on your nerves how full of himself he was. First, he drags you here for a quick fuck, and then he makes fun of you for not being a spoiled, stuck-up bastard like him?

The difference in financial background couldn't be more apparent in situations like this. How come you still felt bad for being a poor sod around him? Shouldn't you be prideful and not care about his words? The thought made you hate yourself at this moment.

The rustling noise caught your attention, and you caught whatever he had thrown at you. You bit your lip when you noticed what it was.

The bag of nachos.

Tilting his head to the side, he eyed you with a somewhat mocking look.

"Well, there ya go then. if ya insist on it, ya rat."

He just had to add that name, didn't he?

Embarrassed, you looked down at the shimmering plastic in your hands, pondering if opening your trap was worth it after all.

A rapid snapping of his fingers to your left snapped you out of your thoughts. How was he so fast? That oversized bean bag was way over there only a second ago?

A finger hooked under the hem of your shirt, but not in a flirty way. His lips curled downwards in disgust.

“Ya look like ya´ve rubbed yourself off in the dumpsters. Bleh!”

He let go and took a step back, his expression conveying his dismay about your overall lack of hygiene.

Yes, you had worked a long shift and hadn't showered afterward because you had planned to head home immediately. Yes, you were wearing yesterday's wrinkled shirt because you couldn't find the time to select a clean one from your stash of unfolded clothes. It's not like he had given you proper notice for his royal fuck treatment either.

You held your breath to calm your glinting temper. Having one of your infamous tantrums would be highly dangerous right now. No matter how much of a rich pompous bastard he was, you should never lose control in front of a ruler of hell. For all that was worth, Mammon could snap you like a measly twig in his hands and leave your blood to be cleaned by his servants.

With a forced exhale, you flashed him a toothy fake grin.

“I just...” You paused, “just didn't expect you to pick me up off the street. If I knew, I wouldn't have skipped the shower in the cramped common bathrooms,” your voice dropped a bit at the end as you couldn't bite back a snarky remark.

With a questioning expression, he eyed you up and down.

“Da fack do ya do there? Gang Bang?”

The awkward grin now matched the soulless look in your eyes.

`Please, just fuck me already, so I can leave this place.` The one good thing about sex is that he was too occupied with other things than opening his insensitive mouth for anything else than calling you slurs or other 18+ pet names.

You clasped your hands tightly. “No.” was all you answered.
With a tilt of his hat, which made the bells jingle from one side to another, he gestured at you with two hands.

"Better wash that grime off ya," he pointed towards the long corridor. "The door at the end. Bathroom. Chop chop!"

Now it was your turn to tilt your head. “What?”

In return, he mockingly tilted his head in the other direction again, but now wearing a much more pissed expression.

“What what? Go. Wash. Yourself! Take a shower, ya rat.”

He didn't need to tell you twice, as you speed walked, half flew to the bathroom door. It was wise not to test your luck with him, nor his patience.

Opening the heavy door, you stumbled into the most luxurious-looking bath you could imagine. Black tiles marbled with faint strands that looked like molten gold. Decorations and furniture that looked like they were carved out of precious horn- which they probably were. A grand golden-white bathtub sunken into the ground. It was big enough to fit not just one Mammon, but eight spicey sex guests as well.

But where should you wash yourself? It was pretty obvious he would electrocute your behind if you wasted so much water just to clean yourself up. Not to mention you couldn't even figure out where the water was even supposed to enter the giant fancy bowl.

He said shower, right? You walked around the room and, to your surprise, saw a shower hidden behind a wall facing the large window stretching from one side to the other.

Oh my devil. That couldn't be real. Was he- yes, probably.

This very spot gave the whole upper side of the Greed Ring a good look at their showering ruler. Grinding your teeth about this absurd setup. No doubt he wanted it that way.

Throwing your dirty clothes on a pile around the corner, you shyly tip-toed into the public shower. There were no handles and the symbols on the wall confused you to the maximum.

You pushed the large green glowing button and were greeted with warm water softly raining down. After repeatedly tapping the smooth surface, you realized you could increase the amount of water when you swiped upward and the pressure to the right.

You yelped when curiosity got the better of you and you swiped to the top right corner with a quick motion. It was like a waterfall crashing down on you. Frantically tapping the bottom right ended your misery. Looking like a drenched poodle hellhound, you tried to recover from the sudden blast of water.

With a jolt, you searched if the water had flooded the whole bathroom, but it shouldn't have surprised you that this place was built to handle an awful lot of fluid.

Damn, you sure couldn't have afforded to pay for that kind of water damage!

Resuming to your original plan of “Don't make Mammon mad by stinking or making him wait for too long,” you started cleaning yourself. After tapping at other weird glowing orbs, you eventually found a honey-scented shampoo and coconut-scented body wash.

Washing off the bubbling foam, you finally dared to gaze out the window.

It was a marvelous sight to behold. Truly beautiful.

The awfully pretty view over Mammopolis cityscape. As the lukewarm water traveled down your body, you now got why he let his architects design it that way. 

However, your expression fell flat when another thought dawned on you.

Rich people shower thoughts. Yes, he probably stood there all naked and just examined his fancy main capital that - oh what wonder - was named after him.

It shouldn't have surprised you that after you turned off the water, another button started to glow and with a tap, revealed to be a blow dryer. Stunned, you stood in the middle of the shower while it performed its unusual magic on you.

After stepping out of the shower, you were faced with a new obstacle: figuring out what to wear.

A big fluffy towel, a bit too big for your body, caught your eye. You figured you wouldn't need clothes anyway to where you were going.

To whom you were going, to be precise.

A quick look in the large mirror and swift motions to get yourself fixed were good enough for the King of Greed to avoid another wave of hefty insults towards your status.

You had already wasted enough time, so you slid out the door and hurried back to the spacious living room, where the big jester was probably waiting for you impatiently.

As you rounded the corner, the momentum made it difficult for you to come to a quick halt, and your eyes nearly bulged out of your head.

There, in the large plush armchair, sat an enormous mass of white fur. His big belly protruded from the waistband of his pants. You had to double-take until you realized who it was. If the jester hat hadn't given him away, you might have mistaken him for a gigantic plushie version of the normally terrifying large demon.

You had seen drawings and heard tales of his naked body, but nothing could have prepared you for the fluffy white mountain in front of you. Your brain was conflicted. It couldn't decide if it was looking at a dangerous deathtrap, a demon god, a ruler of hell, or a cute and cuddly life-sized plushie of Greed himself.

Nevertheless, any confusion was dispelled from your mind as a large and predatory grin spread across his face, revealing rows of sharp teeth.

He licked his lips. Glowing eyes bore down on you, causing you to shrink internally where you stood.

It was when he chuckled darkly and opened his mouth that you knew you were doomed.

“Good girl, now come to daddy. ”

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It was hard to look away. The towering mass of white almost blinded your vision not to mention how fluffy it looked.

You stood there like a deer in the headlights, grasping your towel tighter. 

He noticed your tugging. “Why don'tcha take it off? Show me watcha got.” 

The lustful glint in his eyes made you shudder. You were in for a ride.

Slowly you slid the towel off your chest, revealing your round breasts to the greedy man sitting in front of you.

“Come on.” he teased. “Show me more.”

Just like ripping off a bandaid, you immediately let go of the fabric, revealing your nude form for him to see.

He grunted in approval, stroking his groin softly.

Now you were stuck. What should you do?

No, seriously! What should you do now? Crawl to him like a cat? Dance towards him? You never had to act sexy before! Every sweet and steamy night or session you had, started randomly. 

Wait, what did you learn back in school again? Your class even had dance lessons and courses to teach you flirty moves, but nothing would pop into your head when you needed it most. Right now, would be a perfect moment to remember everything your education tried to shove into your brain. Fuck.

“Aww, why so shy all of a sudden? Last time ya couldn't keep your cute lil lips shut and now you act like a damn virgin again.”

A black hue bloomed on your cheeks at his nasty comment. Why couldn't you just be like a normal succubus for once?

“Don´t just stand there. Move.”

Your head snapped back to him, expecting a glare, but instead, you were greeted with a smug grin. His smile stretched from one side to the other, sending your heart hammering against your chest.

With a swift motion of his white left upper hand, you felt something tug on your elbow. Dumfounded, you watched as your arm slowly lifted upward. Glancing back at him, you saw his index finger curl in slowly.

“Come on, doll. You better not keep me waiting,” he taunted, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “It'll only get worse if you resist.”

His statement filled you with worry. "Wait, what?"

With a tug against your invisible restraints, you foolishly tested your luck. Suddenly, your whole body was hoisted forward, catching you off guard. You collided with the floor almost face-first but managed to shield yourself just in time with your arms. A whimper escaped your throat.

Mammon, on the other hand, began to laugh uncontrollably.

“Holy sheyt, girl! Why would ya- Why did ya-” His laughter shook him so much that he struggled to get the words out. “I didn't think ya´d actually do it.”

He wiped a tear from his eye with a finger, and his laughter gradually subsided.

Oh, how you wanted nothing more than to stand up and burst out the door. You swore you'd never let any man treat you like that.

“Naw, I´m sorry, I didn't mean ta make you…”

There he started to chuckle again. What a bastard. It took you so much willpower to suppress a nasty sneer.

He clicked his tongue and gave you a fake sympathetic look.

“Don´t gimme that look, sugar tits. How ´bout I make it up to ya…in other ways.”

The forked tip of his thick tongue poked out. As if this wasn't enough, he added his index and middle finger and let the rest of his slimy muscle glide right through.

You despised that man with a passion, but damn, he was able to spark a familiar excitement in your core. The fat jester had managed to condition you like a brainless hellworm.

Or more like a worthless bug. Everyone around him was ensnared in his web, and there was no doubt that this monster made people dance like puppets on his strings.

Speaking of strings attached, a slight tug on both of your arms brought your attention back to him.

Without protesting or commenting on the brutish mockery you had to endure, you dragged yourself forward.

You stopped in front of him and waited for further instructions on how he planned to "generously" gift you. More likely, his words were nothing more than a trap to lure you in. The King of Greed was not exactly trustworthy when it came to fulfilling his promises.

Another strong tug made you tumble between his thick legs. To avoid outright bumping against the more intimate middle of his legs, you pushed your arms against his soft belly. Your bare hands were greeted with an unspeakable softness, both stemming from the softness of his sheen white fur and the fat of his belly.

Before you could squish the fluffy surface, he hoisted you up without warning. You shrieked at the sudden contact of his bare hands under your armpits. They were surprisingly warm. With ease, he lifted you, leaned back into the chair, and placed you right on top of his belly.

Your head reeled with thousands of thoughts that you had no time to process.

Mammon. Fluffy. Large slimy tongue. So high up.

`FUCK HE IS STARING AT ME AND GRINNING LIKE THAT AGAIN`

A dark chuckle ripped through the air, jolting you out of your thoughts and snapping your attention back to him.

“Easy there girl, yer already trembling,” he remarked in his gravelly voice, sending a shiver down your spine. A warm, greedy finger trailed along your arms and lower back.

“Are ya scared, hm?” he mocked you.

Your breath hitched, as he started to massage your breasts softly.

“N-No.”

Shit, that wasn't convincing at all.

“Shhh, don´t worry. Yer in good hands.” He groped them harder and his two lower thumbs graced your hips tenderly.
You bit your lower lip. The soft caressing made your skin tingle and indeed helped you to relax further.

“There ya go.” A raspy chuckle rumbled through his chest.

His hands slowly roamed your body. Despite the danger emitting from the literal demon god beneath you, your mind shifted from the high alert state into a comfortable numbness.

The pressure increased and against all the warning signs urging you to stay careful around him, you started to give into his touch, leaning in and closing your eyes.

x x x 

“Now open those pretty little legs of yours… jus´ a bit.”

Your heart fluttered upon hearing his demand. As soon as your legs drifted apart slightly, you felt a hand snake between them. His fingers slid between your folds, caressing your sensitive flesh gently.

It was as if a spell had been cast on you, causing your shoulders to slump down immediately. Oh, you enjoyed this special treatment very very much.

"Good girl," he purred with an unfamiliar softness. You clenched your jaw at the effect his voice had on you.

With two hands massaging your sore and tense muscles, one between your legs and the other stroking your lower back, you started to grow weary.

After a while, he even played with your wings. They were stiff from arduous shifts and the lack of hydration over the last few days. Just as he hit a sensitive spot on your left wing, you moaned in bliss.

“Thehehe, what weird noises ya always make when yer around me. Makes me wanna rub ya even more.”

His thumb landed on your clit, slowly circling around it.

The warmth of his body and the sensations from his roaming hands lulled you into a state of tranquility. A weird state bordering between pure bliss and pleasure. Whatever he did next would decide whether you´d fall asleep right here on the plush belly of his or have another lustful experience with your new… fuck buddy.

Only now it struck you. Was it his plan to have you cum on his tummy?!

Your eyes shot open and were greeted with a dangerous look in his eyes.

A greedy lick of his lips indicated that he enjoyed the show before him immensely.

His grip tightened, making you whimper in surprise. Additionally, the friction down below started to create an arousing tickling sensation. You slightly tilted your pelvis forward hoping to get more of that sweet thumb of his. To your surprise he even let you.

The hand on your lower back left, leaving the cold in place.
His thumb stood still. A playful grin, an invitation to work yourself off without his help. It was highly against your interest to give him any form of satisfaction from teasing you, but here you were. Horny as fuck and desperate for friction.

While it surely irked you that he treated you like his fucking pet to play with, you gave in nonetheless and breathed audibly as you grind your needy clit against him.

He sucked in a breath. One hand traveled up to your face. Cupping the side of your head. A rustling of fabric behind you distracted you for a second.

It took you one moment, but then realized where his hand got lost in direction.

Lewd rhythmic sounds rang out shortly after, confirming your suspicion.

“Ey, look back at me.”

The hand on your face forced you to face him again. Before you could utter a wimpy sorry, he slid his thump inside your mouth, searching for your tongue. You followed his silent demand and swirled your soft tongue around his finger. His face lit up with excitement and the sounds behind you increased in pace.

To get your mind back to your own pleasure, you ground yourself against the hand nestled between your thighs.

The wet sounds of him wanking his member irritated you greatly. It distracted you, pissed you off, to be honest.

You forced your focus back on your lower region, but that bastard had curled his hand into a tight fist. A challenging glare countered your confused one.

Motherfucker.

Oh? Actually, this was even better. His knuckles were more suitable for friction than one single finger. Your building hatred towards him fueled your arousal even more. Now with more force, you bucked against his hand without shame.

Heavy breaths and moans escaped your throat as your lower regions started to tingle.

“Fuckin´ knew yer a needy lil whore.”

Struck out of your pleasure-hunting you shot him a glare, which he answered with a shameless sharp-toothed grin.

The fact that he probably didn't even plan on eating you out made your blood boil.

Your mind was clouded with raging thoughts, you had to get your shit back together.

Remember your status.
Never forget who you are.
Never forget what you are to him.

One wrong move, and he could bite your head right off.

Fuck, why did that fear rile you up so much?!

Please, just focus back on yourself.

Shit, your next few bucks against him felt hellishly good. Yes, you thought you might even be able to get off like that.

The annoying sounds from behind sparked another wave of pleasure in your core.

`Fuck that guy. Fuck him so much, in whatever way possible.' That guy pissed you off on so many levels you would have glady wiped that grin off his face by biting into the penetrating finger that still lingered in your mouth.

His last roaming hand started to knead your breast, the smooth skin of his fingers rubbing against your hardened nipple, making you grit your teeth.

Different forms of agitations mingled together and poured straight down into your highly aroused core. Blinded by sheer desire, you started to force yourself harder and harder against the only hard surface he offered.

But it was not enough.

Hell, it was absolutely not enough!

After avoiding eye contact for the whole duration of this shameless play, you risked one look down to see how he was doing so far. As far as you were concerned, he had a blast. With only one eye open, tongue lolling out and heavy panting, it was clear he was equally worked up.

The giant demon beneath you noticed your intense staring and smiled his prized cocky grin.

“Ya ready to get the grand candy cane in?” he chuckled, not even once stopping wanking his member behind you.

“Yes, please.” you grabbed two fistfuls of his fur to show him that you, indeed, needed something else to get you off.

“Alrighty, then!”

Without hesitation, his hands all changed positions. His upper hands grabbed your arms, while the lower set clutched your thighs and dragged you down to his lower region. Your bottom collided with his thick and already wet member. Your breath hitched. For a couple of seconds, you feared he would impale you on the wrong hole. Something you were not keen on.

A few adjustments by his more than skilled hands guided his girthy length inside you. An audible moan escaped your throat as you felt your needy insides expand rapidly.

His cock pulsated against your walls. Your whole body tensed. Just a few moments prior you craved nothing more than any tool for pleasure, but now your system had to try its darn hardest to adjust to the sudden fullness and relax.

A feral growl rumbled through his body. You could feel the vibrations on his belly, where your head and chest rested. His dick finally settled fully into your core.

“Ready.”

Oh no.

“Set.”

His grip tightened.

“Let´s fucking go!”

Due to his announcement, the strong thrusts didn't come unexpectedly but shook your system nonetheless.

The pace quickened very fast and the heat from earlier came rushing back in. Your arousal bloomed up to the desired peak within seconds.

Eyes shut, sweaty body and cheek pressed against the fur of his belly, you let him do all the work and only focused on your own building orgasm.

“Fuck, yeah! Yes! That´s it!

Harder! Fuck!”

You were too focused on the burning hot sensation spreading through your whole body. Him restraining your limbs kept you from wildly jerking. Soon you started to moan along with him. The sudden tightness of his cock hit your every spot and made your body tense up as the orgasm finally hit you.

You saw sparks in your vision as you two rode out the last waves of your joy ride.

Even after minutes he still kept you impaled on his dick. His and your body went limb and his member grew soft too. You felt how it slowly slithered out of your insides. A weird sensation.

x x x 

Then an unbearing tiredness struck you. You tried to fight it, but failed, as your eyes started to drop more and more.

Just when you were about to lose the battle with your consciousness, his hands pulled you up, placing you on top of him.

The fluffy fur of his chest and soft midsection were more than welcomed by your endlessly exhausted senses. His chest rose softly from the post-coital bliss.

Fuck. It felt like you were sinking into him.

Somewhere inside you, a voice was screaming for you to get up.

Get up, pack your clothes, and get the hell out of this place.

But damn... your body resisted with every fiber and begged not to move an inch, not to shy away from any sort of comfort, the only relief you'd received in the last couple of months. The last couple of years.

This was the softest spot you had lain on for a long long time. If somebody had told you that you were on drugs and crashed into a luxurious mattress store, you would have believed them in an instant.

But it wasn't an illusion.
It was Mammon. You couldn't just-

When tender hands started to stroke your backside, it was over.

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The warmth and darkness were all you felt when you woke up. The feeling of soft fabric against your skin made you curl into a tight ball of comfort.

Shallow breaths and the pleasant smell of your bedsheets soothed your mind. The desire to sink into the soft bedding was all too strong. Until…

Wait.

That smell. You didn't use any fabric softener or any other scent-related washing supplements. Your bed was supposed to be rough and hard. Suddenly, the pleasant state was replaced with a dark looming foreboding.

How and what you felt was too good to be true. Life had thrust you into a pit filled with black tar, people called misfortune. All pretty and bright things were only a trap that led to another punch in your gut.

Where is the hook? Something was wrong.

It was when an obnoxiously angry voice blarred from somewhere in the distance, you knew what was up.

At least you remembered how you entered Greed's minimalistic home yesterday and never left...

You crawled out from under the thick blanket someone had buried you in. More like tossing it over your bare form and not caring if you could breathe or not.

The bright lights blinded you momentarily and you had to blink a few times to adjust. A quick check of your surroundings revealed that you were indeed still in the pompous penthouse of your recent harbinger of misfortune.

Another wave of rash insults hollered through the walls. You whipped your head around.

Where the fuck were your clothes?!

The thick blanket was way too big and heavy to use as cover while you searched for your belongings. Since you had lost your dignity already when you entered his car and rode his hand yesterday like a cowgirl high on cactus juice, you slid off the couch and began your search for your missing stinking pile of clothing.

You hasted down the hall to the bathroom. Even though you know no one was in there you still tiptoed to the spot you expected your clothes to be.

They were gone. Nervously you looked in every corner, but the familiar colors were nowhere to be found.

You cursed silently. Now there was only one option left.

Walk up to him and ask where he hid your clothes.

Another realization struck you. Shit, what if he hid them on purpose you had to “earn” them back? The pure thought of him making you beg for your clothes left a bitter taste in your mouth.

It would be easy to track him down, though. As soon as you stepped into what appeared to be a dining room, you heard his unmelodic voice echo from somewhere deeper within his home. You pinched your thigh in order to make you march forward, deeper into the dragon's cave.

The noises got louder and you could understand a bit more of the bits and pieces of what seemed to upset him.

“You fuckin´ slut! Why would you pick that up?! To the left! THE LEFT!!

MOTHERFUCKIN´ FUCKSTICK!”

The wave of swear words was accompanied by sounds of grumbling and low growls.

Your heart started to beat faster. It was hard to identify what kind of situation you were about to enter. If you were lucky it was just a phone call, but in the worst case: He was roasting someone alive right now and you were about to witness a live murder with your very own eyes.

But honestly, the choice of his words was really odd to you?

There was no other way to find out than to see for yourself. Truth to be told, you were quite scared. The closer you got to the room where he seemed to be raging, the slower you became. Like an invisible force pushing you back, you had no idea what you were about to uncover.

You halted your steps. This actually seemed like the most unsuitable moment to disturb his highness with whatever task he did. Seriously, did you have a death wish?

Then you heard rapid clicking sounds. You squinted your eyes. What was that sound?

You hated eavesdropping, but couldn't help yourself. There was no door, so you poked close along the wall just before the corner.

The clicking didn't stop. A keyboard maybe? No, to light.

“WHAT´S WRONG WITH YA BOGAN?!

No.. NOOO! JUMP! JUMP, YA CUNT!”

What did he say? Jump? Did you have a stroke or what is he doing? You really couldn't place it? A performance? A client? No, probably a clown performance. He was a truly horrible slave driver when it came to his employees. You knew that from a legitimate source and did not doubt that he was not above breaking bones to get what he wanted.

Just before you could poke around the corner a loud demonic shout bombed the whole penthouse. The lights started flickering. You lost your balance and pressed yourself against the wall for support, sliding down to hide in case he stormed around the corner and you were in his way.

Insult after insult crashed down on whoever was so unfortunate to fuck up that much. Whatever poor soul earned his wrath would end up as a pulp for sure.

You had to calm yourself down. You were in an incredibly unfortunate position to survive any encounter with a furious royal.

A whine arose and your ears perked up. The screaming had died down and silence took its place.

“Bloody hell… what a dickhead.” he murmured.

The big hot-tempered jester seemed to be suspiciously calm again. Why though? You just couldn't put the puzzle pieces together.

Whatever! You would never find out if you kept hiding there like a damn coward. Hopefully, your nakedness would act as a bonus in case he decided to lunge at you.

One, two, three!

In an instant, you stuck your head around the corner and the sight before you had you gape in terrifying disbelief.

What the hell were you looking at?!

The room looked like a mini cinema, with cushioned tiers forming a cozy, stair-like structure. Soft, oversized pillows were scattered across the floor. The whole set-up seemed hella inviting to snuggle up and unwind in comfort.

However, that was not what threw you off.

Right there in the midst of it all sat the King of Greed.

Not in his normal working attire, alias his jester-themed costume, but in a much more casual clothing. Damn, he almost seemed like a normal person there! Funny enough, the jester hat was the only thing that stayed the same. What would the great Mammon be without it? Oh gee, you haven't quite seen, but only heard what he looked like without, and honestly, you had other things for your mind to digest right now.

Oh girl, here he was. Mammon, a deadly sin, a ruler of hell. All dressed up, or in this case, down.
A big green oversized hoodie, obviously jester-themed, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks. 

You sure didn't expect to ever see him like this. Stuffing chips into his mouth- freshly opened chips to be precise- and holding a gaming controller while slumping back into the many pillows in leisurewear.  

Still, you couldn't pry your eyes away from him. This was so surreal.

But no, it was real.

Your secret peeking and the revelation of another Mammon in front of you made you forget that you were still butt-naked. A few more moments you oogled the fat demon who shoved another fist full of crunchy chips into his maw and then munched on them with an open mouth, losing about one-third of the load.

You had no intention of watching that unpleasant display any further and cleared your throat, body well hidden behind the wall.

He cocked an eyebrow and his eyes landed on you with a look of annoyance. As soon as he realized it was you, his expression softened and a sly smile danced on his lips.

“Good, you finally woke up, toots. Thought you were fucking dead.” he resumed whatever game he was playing and started inhaling his snacks again.

You waited for another response, but he outright ignored your presence.

“Uhm, sir?”

His head snapped back to you, making you flinch and prickle up that fear once again.

“I- I wanted to ask where my clothes are… I left them in the shower and-”

He interrupted your stammering.  “Don´t call me sir .”

“What?”

“Don´t call me sir. Ain´t yer bloody grandpa.”

You knit your eyebrows in confusion.

“But, how else should I address you then… your Highness?” you grinned in a desperate attempt to not piss him off any further.

Now he stopped any movement altogether.

“Your Highness ? Hah!” He threw his head back and laughed, completely mocking your politeness towards him, which in your eyes, was more than suitable given the difference between your and his position.

When his shaking laughter calmed down, he looked at you with a mocking glint.

“Call me whatever. I don´t care,” the devious smile of his creeping back on his face, “Master, daddy… whatever suits your dirty lil noggin. Never thought you´d have a thing for that.” then he started to laugh again.

An angry scowl contorted your prior submissive expression. You dug your claws into your palm to soothe your flaring temper.

You grit your teeth. “Okay, mister.” 

“Mister? Shit, that´s boring. Okay, call me sir.”

You jolted in disbelief.

“What do ya want, sugar tits?” he asked nonchalantly, again eyes locked on his online game.

“My clothes. I can´t find them.” You still didn't want to step out in the open.

“Ah... Oh! And I was wonderin´ why yer hiding!” he whistled and looked at you expectantly, one index finger curled in a forward motion.

Your face fell, and you felt humiliated and hesitated.

He seemed to notice your uneasiness. “Boo… what a drag,” he took another bunch of  chips and spoke with his mouth full, ”Some maid cleaned that shit, said it was gross as heaven.”

“...and where are they now?”

He looked at you annoyed. “At the big ass fucking table, in the middle of the room you occupied the whole night? Damn, you really were snoozin' there. Wasn't sure if you passed out or not. Poked ya once or twice, but didn't move. Well, wouldn't have been the first bitch dyin' like that.”

Your mind was a bit slow. One particular phrase stuck and your brain needed longer than expected for it to seep in.

“Wait, did you just say the whole night?”

He paused then grumbled back. “Yeah? The whole night? Here you say you never have time and then you just chill and vibe. You´re lucky I am so fucking generous and didn't jus´ kick you out!”

Panic started to rise and your blood drained from your face. “Wait! What time is it?!

He looked up at a grand watch on the wall. “Uh, 8:17?”

“FUCK!” You clawed your face. “Scheisse-shit!! Noo! Oh my Oz! Oh no.. oh nononono…”

Now the shock has finally settled in.

“I am late for work,” you ran a short panic circle, ”-the shift already started!!”

This was horrible! You just got this job! No way in hell would they dismiss you coming late to work! This was a disaster!

While every fiber of you was on high alert, the fat jester on the other hand couldn't care less. With an unimpressed look, he watched you dash to the living room and went back to his prior activities of rage and play.

Indeed, right on top of the table were your clothes, freshly cleaned and even ironed!

And now, your bag! Your bag? Your bag? Your bag?

Frantically looking every which way only to spot it on the exact same spot you had dropped it last night. You had no time to lose. When you reached the door you stretched your hand out only to find… there was no doorknob. How do you open that damn door?!

With a flying sprint, you shot into the room, your feet catching the floor in time.

“How do I get out?!” you blurted out without thinking, completely forgetting your prior worry about manners.

He in return put down his gaming headset. “HAH?”

“I need to get to Ozzie's factory as soon as demonly possible! How do I get out of here?!”

He muted the game. “Ya need a special key card, but I´m gonna send one of the boys to fetch you and get you out.”

Before he could put the headset back on, you scurried closer and waved your hands apologetically.

A less-than-bright sneer formed in response. “What?”

Noticing how you accidentally upset him further, you fiddled with your hands and apologized. “I am-I´m sorry, sorry… but… how do I get there? I´ve never been-”

“Ye, ye, shut up. They will drop ya off there.”

“What, really?!” You couldn't believe it.

“Mhm, I got a lot on ma claws, but I know how to be a gentleman! So now shoo shoo! Bugger off, next rounds gonna start.”

He just waved you off with one of his free hands, leaving you no room to say a royal farewell. All you had in mind was speeding back to the big ass and also tiny ass double door entrance and waiting for his goons to arrive.

You stood way too close cause when the door glowed emerald green, it was shortly after that you were greeted by abs right in front of your face. The hellhound glowered down at you, making you stumble back and apologize. It was the same uncanny one that led you up here.

With a short nod, he motioned you to follow. Back in the elevator, you dug out your phone, only to remember that you had missed charging it, so you just flipped the useless device between your hands. It doesn't matter, you would ask a coworker to borrow their charger, thinking you won´t need your phone anyway.

That´s when it hit you like a brick wall.

You forgot the HBR meeting!
You should have been there at eight!!

It took you everything at this very moment not to explode in a thousand pieces or scream your lungs out in this uncomfortably ginormous elevator. 

Chapter Text

You grabbed the unfamiliar soft fabric of your jeans on your lap. It took every ounce of effort to suppress the nervous bounce of your leg as you watched the HBR manager in front of you looking through a pile of sheets. He seemed to eye some handwritten notes. Now and then, he looked up at you reassuringly. It was very kind of him not to waver when you arrived about forty-five minutes later.

“So… Ms. L/N. Don´t worry, you are not in any sort of trouble.” he laughed charmingly.

Oh, that was good to hear. You relaxed a bit after being on edge for minutes. The promising e-mail gave you so much hope, but now the atmosphere still didn't seem quite right.

“I have had a few chats with some of our employees and it is my job to bring a bit more light into this..well.. peculiar situation.
I am well aware that you are new to our staff, and reading the full 'guidelines' -" he waved a thin softcover book in the air,” is almost impossible in such a short time. We normally offer a few employer workshops and presentations to go through the most important rules together, since we have a strong flow of new staff members in such a grand facility, as you know.”

He folded his claws together and looked at you with a soft expression before he faltered.
“Why, I must say, we - and I mean mostly myself - have never had to deal with a unique case like that," he said, adding another chuckle.

You felt your shoulders tense up. His odd friendly demeanor didn't reassure you one bit.

He looked at his hand in thought before searching back for your eyes with an intense gaze. “You see, it is not uncommon for our staff to have a few escapades here and there, I mean come on! This is Ozzie's factory! Pff, everyone knows what to expect, and we never want to restrict fiery lust as long as it's a given thumbs up from both ends of the thrust line, but…”Oh great, here came the but you were waiting for…

“-fun fact- there never was a sin involved. Oh, I mean- except Asmodeus of course!” the hellborn beamed at the mere mention of his boss and king.

“uhm- we never had to deal with another deadly sin despite Asmodeus, so…”

“So?” you interrupted him, daring him to stop walking on eggshells and drop what gets an HBR resources manager so stressed in the first place.

“So, we need to talk about your and… Mammon's form of relationship. Don't get me wrong!" He closed his eyes and gestured vividly as he spoke. "We absolutely encourage staff to dive deep into hot, wet, steamy, and passionate sessions of lust! We just need to make absolutely sure that whatever road of adventure you are taking in this ride full of exciting unknown territory is safe for you.” His voice suddenly dropped to one of genuine concern.

You considered his words and thought about how to describe your bizarre and terrifying encounter with Mammon. It was filled with lust, indeed, but if they offered any sort of aid, you'd be thankful for that. It was easier for them to tell him no than for you! You were absolutely sure the fellow hell-born would understand what it was like to be in your position.

You wanted to gain his sympathy and not scare him off immediately.

“It was rather passionate…and an experience for sure, but you know it is a bit hard to deal with, you know, a… deadly sin when it comes to telling him that you have to go back to work and maybe not do it this time, you know!” you half laughed. He nodded at you.

“Oh, so I take you just came from…?”

“Oh! Yes! Yesss! I did! He was-” You had to be absolutely careful not to talk bad about him in front of anyone, “quite…uhm… carefree when I told him I have to go home and can´t… haha.. you know..” you joked, but instead of sounding lighthearted, you were making it very obvious something was wrong. The stern glint in his eyes showed how he processed every piece of information you gave him.

“I see that the King of Greed is unbothered by the schedules and boundaries of others. Asmodeus and he have shared a tight economic bond for centuries. So I have to make absolutely sure that these encounters stem from mutual interest.” The joyful spark in his eyes was replaced by a bitter seriousness.

You gulped and didn't know what to say in response. He didn't have to elaborate on what he meant by mutual. You were well aware of what consent meant.

He opened a drawer took out a form and placed it in front of you.

“Do not worry, it is normal for us to have this talk with our employees as soon as important business partners are involved, you are no exception. I just need you to verify for us that whatever happened or… happens is within our vision of lust.”

You held your breath. Suddenly the situation became clear. If you were to report Mammon for forcing you—wait—he never forced you. You never said no. You never said anything that implied you didn't want him to do…

A lump formed in your throat, and your chest felt uncomfortably tight.

What would happen if you told them about your situation? What could they even do?

An eerie feeling spread in your muscles.

You never said no. What if you told HBR resources? Would they tell Asmodeus, and then would he confront you?

No…no…you were not ready to handle that. What if he would ask Mammon? Oh no.. you pinched the skin on your thigh very to bite back the rising fear. You could only imagine the absolute angry scowl on Mammon's face if someone were to ask him if he had had sex with a Succubus against her wishes. The mere image of HBR resources and Asmodeus confronting him about something he wasn't even aware of. In the worst case, they´d be disgusted by your little shit daring to raise a fuss only because you were too stupid to just say a damn no! Every Succubi and Incubi learned from an early age to say the two letters.

No consent no fun. No fun, no pleasure. No pleasure no lust!

It wasn't their fault you had failed yet again to do a mandatory simple task. They even wrote it in their guidelines! Now you felt horrible. This was all your fault. Now HBR would have to clean a mess that you started! You just had accidentally created a catastrophic fire to which you foolishly believed that they´d kill on your unimportant behalf. About something so avoidably and unnecessary!

“We want to make absolutely sure that the King of Greed and you have shared interests in this matter. If not, I will have to inform Asmodeus about the situation. I don´t want to trouble his highness, but if it is necessary I am afraid I will have to do so.”

He watched me intently. Whatever I say next will define your fate. The calm and serious tone that layered his voice left no room for interpretations.

As an employee of Ozzy´s factory, you were under Asmodeus protection. Which meant that whatever trouble you brought in here- the King of Lust would have to deal with it.

The familiar feeling of dread had set in your body again. You had managed to possibly threaten a century-old economic bond between two rulers of hell. Your act could cause Asmodeus to brawl against the King of Greed just because you brought out the worst in Mammon and made it look like he had possibly sexually violated or even raped you. Asmodeus was known for his resentment against violence when it came down to sex. Many years ago he did everything within his power to battle the drug ring to exterminate every trace of love potion there was.

Who were you to stir up a fight between two rulers of hell? You were a nobody. Not even your life could be that important.

You heard him address you and instantly snapped back to the present and out of a terrifying possible future.

“I-I mean. It is a bit complicated-” he didn't interrupt you, but listened intently,” The King of Greed is just…a bit unruly! That is all!”

You bit your tongue and grinned the best you could. Before he could say something you interrupted him. “What I am trying to say is, the only thing that is kind of-uh-” you wanted to say worrying but that would be the wrong word.” -troublesome for me, is that he doesn't care if I am working or not.” You threw your hands in the air in a lighthearted manner. “Really! You probably heard how he likes to do it whenever and however he wants, it was a bit hard for me to tell him to wait, you know, when he was snatching me out of my shift–BUT! We arranged to do it after work now, so…this, shouldn´t… be a problem anymore.” you nodded so eagerly that you hoped to avoid any misinterpretation.

“Okay, I am glad you were able to find an agreement.” his voice seemed lighter and he looked relieved.

“Yes, yes! I am sorry if my absence caused any trouble for you, but I think that issue is solved too! So there is nothing to worry about.”

His shoulders slumped with a sigh. “Oh, that is wonderful to hear!” The stress leaving his body.

“So, since we got that all cleared up, I would still need you to fill out that form so we can call that a day and move on to our next assignments.” the genuine smile on his face was back.

Feeling like you just had defused a bomb you too started to relax. So you grabbed the pen and signed with your initials.

“I swear that I, Y/N L/N, have consensual sexual intercourse with Mammon. Both parties commit this act willingly and any changes or form in relationship will be immediately reported to the HBR department.”

But when you slid the paper back to him, something felt wrong.

……………………….

Work was okay.

The way home was fine.

When you opened the door to your room, you felt nothing.

You slid the backpack off your shoulders and felt nothing.

No, that was bullshit. The muscles in your shoulders felt tense for hours. You told yourself you made the right decision. Only when you opened the can of ravioli and its contents splattered on the pan and sprinkled on your shirt, something inside you stirred.

Although it was time to eat and you should have been starving since you skipped lunch, a big tense feeling clenched your insides. So you started with the bubbling sauce and waited for it to heat up enough.

The steaming plate was now in front of you, but your appetite still didn't show.

It was the right decision... right?

For some reason, sleep didn't come easy that night.

Throughout the next day, the uncanny feeling in your guts grew a bit, but you chose to shove it into the back of your mind. You didn't have the energy to deal with this.

Especially not after you received another few messages during lunch. In other words, someone had texted you over the last few hours and your lack of response seemed to infuriate him further.

At least the hoard of question marks added after the first few messages indicated so.

You stared at your phone. Your fingers were stuck on the plastic cover, refusing to tap the display. When you heard your name again and again you finally looked up. They looked at you both with concern and empathy.

Someone snitched that you had an HBR meeting. You tried to wave it off, but your act wasn't very convincing. Most of them probably knew what the occasion was.

“Man, fuck a sin once and HBR gets all worked up over nothing!”

“Twice!” Someone chimed in.

They looked at her shocked and then turned to you. “You fucked him twice?!”

You pressed your lips into a thin line and nodded. “Yep, it was twice.”

It was four times, actually, but no one needed to know that.

“Fuck, girl! You were really at it!” They punched your shoulder playfully.

You joked in response. “Well, guess I hit the jackpot, hehe.”

Oh, they had no idea…

but you couldn't deny that something about that lollypop-coloured dick was hard to resist.

The rest of the conversations revolved around them squeezing every info about his big D out of you and the rest about monster dicks in general. Squishy dicks, hellhound dicks, tentacle dicks, and the bouquet variety of sinners dicks.

The shift away from Mammon's member back to genitals and sex in general, offered you some time to answer your new friend- no, sin with benefits.

You hid a sour expression for no one to see. The thought alone of the richest guy in hell luring you in for fucks but not even sparing a coin for you was ridiculous. Damn, you really should have taken that Mam Donald's offering.

Anyway. Back to the present. With your focus back on your optimistic nature, you typed an answer:

“Hey!” you ignored his impatient bomb of question marks. “My shift ends at 17:00 again, but I have to…”

You needed an excuse again.

Ah, wait!!

“...go shopping, 'cause my fridge is empty. :/”

Hah! That's it! He will either let you off the hook so as not to share food with a poor peasant like you or he will be generous, or horny, enough to invite you for dinner. Win-win for you!

Mammon is typing…

Then he stopped. What a dick. Even after one minute, he didn't respond. You knew he read it, lol.

“Do it tomorrow???”

You clenched your teeth and trapped your breath in your mouth as your anger started to trip over again at his blunt ignorance. Even the question marks made your blood boil.

“No, I can't, some people need food to survive. ;-)”

Due to your foaming rage, you typed way too fast and hit send without thinking twice.

When your message popped up under his, your stomach dropped at your passive-aggressive response. Fuck!

Mammon is typing…

Oh fuck no!!!

Fuck, should you delete it?! No, that's useless, he has already seen it!

“Tf y do u have nothing at home??? Plan ur day better hahaha”

'Sorry, I can't cause I have to work my ass off to stay afloat, but yeah fucking hustle,  grind, and scam everyone to become afatassbastardlikeyo-'

It took so much to restrain your fingers from snapping back.

“Well, I wanted to, but you snatched me from the market, remember? : P”

Sass but playful. That should do it. Yes, you enjoyed him groping you out of any situation whenever he pleased and shit on your routine. Hearing his constant insults was music to your ears. There is nothing more relaxing than listening to his awfully bloated insults.

“Lol I did

Right

Haha”

How were you supposed to react to that? What could you write?

“Okay rat girl

After work, you come over. I'll tell my cooks to make some extra for you.

Sound good????

 ;)”

You weren't surprised he didn't pass up an opportunity to be an ass and didn't spare you this time. At least he invited you to dinner! The lovely new nickname didn't go unnoticed either.

After a short contemplation, you typed a brief “Yes, thank you!” and added a friendly emoji.

Just when you put the phone back in your pocket you felt it vibrating again. Out of curiosity, you checked the screen and instantly regretted it. The text “Heck Yeah!!” was ignorable, but the notification that he sent a picture too absolutely itched your brain. You really didn't want to know what he had sent you. Nine out of ten that he sent you a dick picture.

Fuck it, if you look at it now it won´t plague you during your whole shift.

You opened the messenger app and tapped on the chat. The mysterious picture in front of you turned out to be a shot of a plate filled with a delicious-looking steak, a glass of wine, and a thick unlit cigar in his hand.

Okay, that looked absolutely harmless.

Happy about the once normal social interaction, you typed “Yummy!” back.

Only to get another shot of his huge dick mere seconds after.

That son of a bitch!!


……………………………………………..

It was hard to not feel awkward when a black van waited outside the gates of Ozzy´s factory. Two gentlemen in suits, one imp, and one loan shark, stood there waiting. You hoped that it did not correlate to your and their king´s “relationship”, but when you tried to pass them as unsuspiciously as possible, the imp addressed you.

“Hey, you. Our boss wants to see you.”
You acted stupid. “Me?”

The shark demon looked at his phone again, showing you your profile picture. “That is you, right?”

You stared at the undoubted likeness of your own face. “Yeah?”

“Get in.” was all he answered before he pushed the van door open.

“We don´t bite, but you better come with us.” That statement left no room for debate. It was final. They would drag you with them, in any way possible. Resistance was fruitless. It was their job to get you to their king, willingly or not.

Needless to say, the atmosphere of the ride to Greed was, simply put, uncomfortable. Sitting between two suited guys with never-changing expressions, staring straight ahead, was everything else but calming. After a while, you felt so awkward you even started to avoid swallowing so as not to create any weird noises.

The ascend with the big elevator held the same atmosphere as in the black mafia kidnapper fan.

When the door to Mammon´s more than modest penthouse opened, you were actually surprised you weren't greeted with a dick in front of your face. The dubious two companions stepped back into the elevator with no eye contact whatsoever, and left.

Inside, a female servant welcomed you in timidly. With a quick bow, she bid you to follow her. “His Highness” was waiting for you. It was a strange mix having a servant accompany you like you were actually meeting with a royal, only to have a more than spicey fun session with the sin afterward.

Fuck, what was your relationship with the King of Greed? A hot cunt for quick fucks, would be his response.

“Yer a bloody hot cunt for quick fucks, mate!” your brain joked while you trotted after the imp woman. Suddenly a thought crept to the surface. Did the king force his servants to…but you didn't dare continue the thought. Whether he did or not, what would it matter? It´s not like you could help any of them. No one could.

After turning the corner into a spacious room dominated by a dark wooden table, where the imposing figure of the jester presided over a delicious feast, the demure woman elegantly announced your presence.

“Your Highness, your guest has arrived.”

“Yeah, no shit, I see that!” he opened his mouth to take a greedy bite from a large chunk of meat, but since it didn't come off right away he just engulfed it down entirely, “Fucking finally!! I already started! What the fuck took ya so long?”

Spit was running down his chin from his nasty eating habits. It was hard to focus on his pervasive gaze when he was literally chewing his food with his mouth open for everyone to see. Suddenly, he stopped chewing. You froze and looked up into his questioning eyes.

“Traffic, and I had to take a shower in the factory. Today was a lot to carry and so-”

“You were reeking like a bloody clown shoe. Alright, got it. “ With the snap of his fingers, he pointed to the chair right next to him. “Sit down.”

When you looked to the side you realized the maid had already left probably somewhere between his barking and your rude staring. Not wanting to waste any more time, and more importantly, getting some good dinner, you speeded to the chair on his side. Since you were in the presence of royalty in Greed and not in a common Lust household, you refrained from flying straight to your assigned spot.

After you realize you noticed your side of the table was missing something. A plate and dishware, to be precise.

It was wise to contemplate your words first, but were you supposed to share his plate? Just when your eyes landed on his overloaded stack of food, the Deadly Sin shot you a nasty glare.

“Ey, whatcha gawkin at?” The green glowing orbs of his darted between you and his food. With an arm, he possessively shoved the plates closest to you away and out of reach. Even though he was more than double your size, he reminded you of an angry toddler scowling at you when asked to share.

Not to cause any disharmony, you looked the other way to sign him clearly that you had no intention of snatching his precious food away. The mountain full of calories was just as big as his belly. It was highly doubtable that it all fit into his heavy gut. In fact, that was the reason, why you assumed it was for the both of you.

“What would you like for dinner, miss?” You almost jumped out of your skin when a lanky Imp suddenly stood right beside you.

Trying your best to calm your racing heart, you asked him what you were “allowed” to have. The tall Imp side-eyed his master and then offered you the same options you basically saw on the king's table. Not to come off as stuck-up and ungrateful, but you half expected him to only offer you cheap options. For a moment you pondered the options without looking at Mammon's mountain of nutritious goods too much and triggering his obvious food aggression. Your choice fell on something that a commoner like you never had access to.

Only five minutes later, your steaming hot dish arrived. You dug your claws into your thighs to hide your excitement and look like a child kicking its legs from joy. It was hard not to tear into it like a savage animal.

Well, like your peculiar companion next to you.

Mammon kept on shoving his food down like he was attending an eating competition. No doubt he ate like that every day and not only when he was on screen at one of the many events he attended. How his lovestruck fans still called him sexy after seeing him publicly eat like an uncivilized brute was a mystery to you.

Anyway, you started with your generous feast too. If he would be willing to pay you with a fine dinner every time he lured you into the dangerous mamcave, then you´d be actually very willing to hop onto the ball-shaped jester.

“So, watcha doin´ when you ain't sucking dicks at Ozzy´s?”

Oh lawd.

“Do you get prizes for the largest dick ya sucked?” his grin twisted into a malicious one and leaned closer to you. “You´re allowed to sign mine up for your list! Bet ya win every competition! Bahahaha!”

It was at this moment you knew this was a mistake. How could you even think a dinner with that ass of a man would be anything but humiliating.

“Well, I never do it-”

“What? Do it now then...You would win... duh?!?” he blurted out in between bites.

You gripped your fork tighter and suppressed a glare.

Why ask you if he intended to make a monologue anyway? So basically the only noises he wanted to hear from you were admiration and moaning.

The rest of the dinner was not any different. While he was making dick jokes and suggestive references to what he was about to do with you later in bed, you just spaced out and hoped the whine was strong enough for you to be able to ignore his obnoxious voice.

Even when dessert arrived, the lewd rambling went on and on with him not even noticing that you didn't even once answer his questions. Only when he started to flash his tongue in order to show off his eating skills you actually started to pay attention to him.

“What? Never saw a man eat his ice cream? Perverted girl.”

That was a fitting occasion to drown your steaming hot face in the ice cream bowl right in front of you. This couldn't get any worse.

When you looked up, you saw him giving you a smug grin.

“What kinda freak are ya? Acting all shy and the next second can´t get you off me dick!”

“What? That´s not true!“ your voice cracked a bit, “I just never have… these types of meetings!”

“Ya mean sex? I knew you were a virgin!”

“No, I mean... I mean yes! No, wait! I do have sex from time to time, but I rarely have it… just like that.”

“No wonder ya have such a rod up your ass, mate. Should be fucked through more often. There, problem solved. “

You blinked at him unbelievingly. It was probably useless to tell him about your sexuality again. Maybe it was for the better to change the topic altogether.

“So, you like to play games?” That was probably a good shift.

“What games?”

“Video games? I saw you play last time I visited.”

He grunted in response and lit one of his thick cigars.

“So, do you win a lot?” Hopefully, the big fat fish would take the small-talk bait.

“Win a lot?! I fucking kill it every bloody time!! The other bastards online are just fucking noobs! Would win a lot more if it weren't for these babies!!”

“Oh, that sounds nasty." You replied dryly.

“Pfff, some of these asshats reported me, but I fucking own these games so whenever someone does that shit-” he slammed his palms together like he was smashing a fly, “HAH! I just fuckin ban them! HAHAHA!”

“Oh, okay? Did they violate the rules or…?”

“No? They just did a bloody good job to piss me off, but you don´t get that!! Gaming is not for everyone. Someone like you wouldn't even last a fucking second. It takes real skill and talent to compete online.” he huffed, his tone bloated with arrogance.

The bitter taste of his overblown statement rubbed you the wrong way.

You paused and then spoke. “I did play.”

“Play what? Clash of Cults?” he snorted.

“Uhm, no? I played a few popular games… RPGs, also online. and horror games too!”

“Ohh-wait, no kiddin´? You don´t look like a gamer chic to me.” he raised a brow and took another sip of his whine. While he left some room for you in the conversation, it didn't seem that he was interested in what you had to say. His growing disinterest was probably just because it wasn't about him. Your next comment shot out unwanted.

“I bet I can beat you at Mamcart.”

A short silence, but he recovered fast from your unexpected challenge.

A dangerous glint glowing in his empty eyes as he leaned closer to you.

 “Oh, you fucking bet you can beat me? Beat me at my own game?”

It wasn't his game. It was well known he just let his inventors craft a rip-off of the human version called Mario Cart.

Was it a bad idea? Yes. Was it unnecessary? Yes. No matter if he would win or lose, it would have bad consequences for you anyway, but the possibility to fry his ass at his “own“ game seemed very tempting. A tiny spark of hope whispered that if you were to win, he might not treat you like shit and grant you at least a decent amount of respect.

Or he would bite off your head, depending on how well he took eating your dust.

“Yes, let me choose my character and bike and I can show you.”

The king of jesters licked his black lips but said nothing. Then he downed the last remains of his wine glass

“Hm. Let´s see how tough you really are, but business comes first.”

One of his hands glimmered green. You felt something tug on your arm. An invisible force raised it until he grasped it tightly with one hand and lifted it to his mouth. At first, it seemed like he intended to kiss it, but when you saw his razor-sharp teeth, your brain rang the alarm. The wetness of his thick tongue greeted your skin, creating a tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach.

A devious smile formed on his face which for some reason spiked your fear. Out of pure instinct, you pulled your arm back, but instead of letting go, his grip tightened painfully. Then he grabbed your chin and bore his glowing toxic green eyes into yours. His playful expression suddenly morphed into a more unsettling one. Within seconds, the atmosphere grew so cold that goosebumps started to rise on your skin.

“Hey-hey! Is that how you thank me? Especially after I fed you so nicely…”

The pissed-off expression on his face and the painful pinching made you regret that you had let your guard down around him.

For a split second, a few tiny dangerous sparks danced around him. You felt your heart shake with fear.

This was exactly what you were always worried about. The King of Greed's famous shift in demeanor was a deadly omen. From there on you were walking on a tightrope between life and death. Displeasing him now would define how you left these quarters. Either fucked through or in a coffin.,You doubted you´d get such a respectful goodbye.

Fuck... you hated having to deal with him. Going through all of this.

“My bad,“ you laughed nervously, trying to ease the tension, „I am sorry, I didn't mean to be rude! I was just surprised!”

“You better not. Cause else things can get pretty nasty, and we sure don´t want that?” He patted the side of your face with a reassuring smile, but then the ominous evil grin crept back on his face. “Well, except for all the nasty things that I´m gonna do with you tonight and ya better take it like a big girl…” You felt his warm breath on your face. A few droplets of saliva dripped from his maw.

“Hm, I´m still kinda hungry, but I reckon it would be fairer if ya serve me first. That´s the least you can do. Dinner with me ain't free, after all~“

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Greedy hands started to free you of any clothing on your body. Pulling and tugging at your shirt to get what was keeping him from his next orgasm. Instead of getting annoyed with the layers of fabric, an excited smile spread on his lips.

“You know, I´ve always been the type that likes unwrapping the presents almost as much as seeing what´s in it.” With his skillful fingers, he unclipped your bra with one quick motion.

Then he chuckled softly. “Well, I normally don´t put ma dick in a pretty present.” he paused, pondered, but then responded. “Nah, sometimes did when I didn't like what the fuckers got me.”

Now was that a compliment or another subtle attempt of degradation?

As soon as he freed you of every piece of cloth, he dragged you closer to him. The scent of popcorn and fried foods hit your nose. He must have attended some kind of circus event before. The fond smell dipped into sweet memories but instantly shattered when the large jester started to rub your soft nipples with a hungry grin. The tall demon had begun to knead every part of your body with his grabby hands.

To avoid seeing the lewd expression on his face, you looked away in discomfort. One gloved hand grabbed yours and led to the little tent forming on his midsection.

“Look who´s waitin´ for ya.”

With one swift motion, the Sin unpacked his member. His cock sprang free, greeting you in all its pumped-up glory.

“Did you miss him?”

No.

“Mhm.” you tried to sound somewhat excited.

One of his lower hands found its way to the top of your head and impatiently pushed you down.

 “Don´t you wanna say hello to your new friend?”

You screamed internally. Of course, you didn't want to,
but you had to.

There was no way out of this. Better to just get it over with. So you bent down and slid the striped tentacle-like appendage inside your mouth. The tip at least. It was still soft. Testing its density, you squished it a bit.

“Yes, come on. Gimme me more.”

He forced your head down a bit more. Man you would have loved to bite, if this weren't one of the dumbest ways to die. Succubus murdered by Sin after biting his dick.

Instead, you took him in as much as possible and played with it with your tongue. Your thumbs gently stroked the little knobs on the front. A twitch and his ragged breaths indicated that he enjoyed it. How interesting. Then an idea sparked inside your head and you slid your hand down to search for his round fluffy jewels, but to your confusion you found none.

“Ey, keep your hands up.” He tugged at your horns harshly. “Ya may have decent skills, but ya can´t handle my dick and my ass at the same time. Ya ain't that good.”

Oh my Lawd, what did he think you were about to do?! You swatted the news away that the seemingly pure top King of Greed was so open about butt play, but then again, it was no wonder. As far as your forced knowledge goes he took anyone and anything from time to time.

He said "decent". At least you were not mediocre anymore...

The taste of salty precum filled your mouth. Your focus revolved solely around the task at hand and “mouth”. Not long and you even started to get into it, but his comment “Hm, attagirl.” ripped you out of your flow again. Between massaging your head he occasionally clawed into your skull as if he was trying to turn you on. In fact, it irritated you more than anything.

A sharp and painful stinging sensation caused by his tugging at your ear accidentally caused you to squish his dick very hard in response. A deep moan erupted from his throat. The big demon seemed to enjoy your impulsive reaction. Okay, he can have it.

You pressed your thumbs on the front side, while the other fingers applied pressure to the back. His breath quickened as you could see by the fast rise and fall of his belly. The fun was about to begin.

“Shit…Faster...”

Oh finally.

Your pace increased.

 “Faster, damnit.”

With the highest dedication, you sucked his dick and applied even more pressure. Right now you gave your best so he wouldn't start to take matters into his own hands. And that means,  using you however he wanted. While you knew that saying “no” should be an option, your mind refused to even think about resisting him.

“The fuck, more! Gimme more!!” he dug his claws into the back of your head, pushing you down a bit. Your initial fear of what he was probably about to do returned in an instant.

Suddenly, you felt warm ungloved hands join yours. Luckily, his cock was large enough for more than two hands at once. Now you both worked on his member to get him off. It was almost concerning to witness how hard he squeezed it. Almost as if he wanted to strangle his wiener.
Then again, it´s his dick, and he knows what he can take and what not.

Just when you started to celebrate that he released your head, one hand clawed it again and pushed you up and down. `Fuck.` His slimy dick slid in and out with lewd wet sounds, pushing you in his own rhythm while his moaning and soft mumbling started to grow louder.

Then his words shifted from curses to actual praise. “Yeah, right there. Fuck, you´re doing it so good. Argh! Right there!”

You had no idea if he referred to the pressure of your lips or the grip of your hands. Just to be extra sure you increased work on both stations.

“R-ready for another dessert?” he puffed between breaths.

Oh! Fuck no! You have seen how much that thing shoots out of there. Although his dick was only inside your mouth and not your throat this time, you still felt unwell thinking about what that monstrous thing was capable of. When you felt his member tighten, the panic to “drown” on dry land got the best of you, and threw your head back and escaped the grasp of his hand.

That sudden loss of contact seemed to irritate him, as he grunted in disapproval. Suddenly he shot his hand around your chin. “Whipped cream it is then.” he managed to huff.

The grip on your jaw was painful. You flinched, trying to get out of this trap, clasping his hand, but to no avail. Then you froze. The only thing you could do was watch as his furious stroking caused his dick to tighten, and then, out came the cream.

You closed your eyes as bursts of liquid landed on your face. It wouldn't have been that bad, but since he held you so close,  he hit his target with all he got.

When the biggest wave of the eruption calmed down, he finally released the tight and unbearable hold on your chin. It was frightening how effortlessly he was able to hold you in place with just one hand. With a content huff, the jester sank back into the chair as you desperately sputtered and swiped the gallons of gooey liquid from your face in order to get air again.

 “Ah, yeah. That was some good shit right there, mate. Fuckin awesome. Ten outta ten.”
 
A hearty chuckle rang out, then his two lower hands clasped both sides of your face.

“Aww look at you! Hahaha! Ya look like a cupcake!” He examined your face with a shit-eating grin. “Naw don´t gimme that look again. Ya look so adorable I could almost eat ya.”

A mean grin stretched on the corners of his mouth. You didn't like that comment and the look he gave you one bit. The experience from before was still engraved in the back of your mind. “Don´t pull away or it will get worse.” When he drew closer, you froze in fear. Instead of trying to get away, you squealed and grabbed his hands, which were still clasping your face tight. Instead of a fatal bite, you got a generous squishy lick across your face. Then he released you at once, making you fall to the ground.

 “Don´t worry your little head, I´d like to have a good taste of you in another way .” he chuckled and licked his black lips seductively.

“But not today! Hehe, you didn't really think you could challenge me and still expect me to serve your cunt?”

With that, he pulled his pants right back up his softening member. “Nah, ya can´t get two fun things while I only get one? Doesn't sound fair to me.”

“Come on! Chop chop, jizz head. I ain´t got all night!” Green sparks formed around him indicating he would just poof away within seconds. Then his face fell and his eyes grew wide.
“Shit! Jizz head! Haha!! Didn´t even think about it! I´m fuckin´ hilarious.” he cackled childishly.

The green sparks appeared once again and with an explosion followed by green smoke, he was gone, leaving you and your cream-covered face on the ground.
Like a true gentleman.

Happy that the king of jerks was finally gone, you made your way to the bathroom. There was no way in hell he would have expected you to follow him when his juices were still stuck on your- well on basically everything on you.

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After a fresh shower, which you boldly assumed you were allowed to take, you made your way to the gigantic room mimiking a tiny cinema

Rounding the corner, you spotted your gracious host already sitting in the nest of pillows. However, he had changed from his green and tacky clown suit to a comfy set of clothing. Something you would describe as Mammon-themed. Instead of his famous jester hat, he wore a hood over his head, which conveniently had three jester tails attached to it.

A bag of chips- no- several bags of chips were scattered around him. It seems like the generous dinner earlier hadn't soothed his appetite yet.

“Get your ass over here.” he barked and pointed to a set of pillows next to him and you crawled to the expected spot and noticed a controller waiting for you.

That´s when it hit you. Oh no. That was not the console you used to play with. You were such a dumbass. How could you forget that there was a new console on the market?!

When the screen lit up with the intro theme song of the new Mamcart you froze. Your stomach tightened. Shit, you had never played this game before. Fuck! You knew the old tracks and vehicles like the back of your hand, but this one was new.
Silently observing the big demon next to you, you started to sweat and gripped your controller tighter.

“That better be fucking worth my time.”

Oh shit. Fucking hell. Curses rumbled through your brain as doom settled and the realization that you had made a mistake finally kicked in.

“Hm? Why are ya looking like that? Scared already?” he leaned close to you. Too close, in fact. His warm breath tickled your face as you straight out stared at the unfamiliar main menu before you.

With one lower hand, he pinched one of your horns and shook it, making your whole head follow his motions.

 “I have to warn you there, sweetie. Ya better have a trick up your sleeve or you´re not standing a chance.” he taunted mischievously, eyes fixed on your stunned being.

Was it too late to back out? He had already started the game and now expected you to play with him. Your throat felt so tight, that you couldn't even answer him, but he didn't seem to mind. Within seconds he had chosen a track, a bike, and his character. Himself to be exact. Of course, his own gadgets had the best features and stats.

Now it was your turn. Fuck. All these new options. A fucking parachute?! Shit!

“Ey, I´m waitin´ for you to beat my ass at Mamcart.” he joked. It seemed he had finally taken notice of your current fragile mental state.

 “What´s the matter? Wanna back out?” his voice turned butter smooth with a dark tone in it. “If ya want, we could rather have a nice fuckin´-”

Click

His devious expression morphed into a sour one as he noticed you had finished your selection.

You´d rather have your ass handed in this game than back in bed or wherever he would drag you. Death before dishonor, eh?

He grunted and shoved a fistful of salty treats into his mouth, sprinkling his hoodie with yellow dust. The game was about to start and you already knew how it would end.

First, you had no idea how the hell you were supposed to play with this controller. Second, you didn't know the track. Third, even though you might have avoided another smutty incident with the Sin of Greed, your absolute pitiful loss would probably lead to an even heftier session of unwanted sexual experience with the horrible jester in question. He´d probably make you compensate for wasting his time.

When the countdown started, you looked over to him, sitting there in an absolutely relaxed position. His fingers gave no indication of what buttons he was about to use. You trusted your gut instincts and went with what would probably be the one for speeding the heck away at the start.

The sound roared and much to your dismay, you failed to start with the expected whamm. Mammon chuckled as he saw you speeding up ever so slowly. Fuck, you didn't know how to drift here!!

The first twenty seconds already managed to make you panic. Your obvious lack of skill was so apparent, making you sink into the cushioned ground with embarrassment. Instead of using every brain cell, you started to zone out after dropping off the course two times in a row.

Of course, Mammon took the lead, he hummed throughout the whole ride. Even made sure to tackle your bike and kick it off the edge. Never once did he address your absolute pathetic attempt to “hand his ass.” Though, you still tried.

You didn't want to be a sore loser, but for some reason, all you wanted to do right now was cry. Why the fuck, were you so stupid, not thinking about the new game. There you bragged to him. Your chance of proofing to him, that you were a bloody legend in a game that you played for years with friends and family was out the window. Times changed. The days of you beating ass were over years ago. Now this was another example of how much you suck at everything you did.

Biting your tongue was the only thing that kept the tears from rolling down. Somehow this moment hit something deep inside you and the cruel royal of an ass beside you was the best proof that every time you thought you were about to get the upper hand in life, someone would show you just what a loser you are for thinking that there would be one good thing happening to you.

The race ended abruptly with your bike´s engine dying down as you hit last place. The worst about it, you didn't even make it into the third round. The taunting humming and arrogant smirk of the demon king beside you set you on edge once again.

A smack of his lips and a yawn from the big fellow to your side. “There, what did I say. Nothin´ but talk. Bitches always think they are the best, but when it comes down to it, they fucking suck.”

You hung your head low and grabbed the controller tight. Heat spread in your face as well as the familiar stinging in your eyes. You tried not to respond, but he suddenly pounded your back hard with his hand.

“Ya know, bragging like that and then fucking up is a real turn-off. Doesn't make ya look hotter,” he remarked with a tone that came close to disgust.

Something snapped inside you.

“I was talking about Mamcart on the Vii.”

He raised an eyebrow and asked between disgustingly chewing his chips. “Whuat?”

“I want a rematch on the old console. I never played on that one. Of course, I suck.”

A booming laughter and the clapping of his hands echoed through the room.

“Bahaha! That is so rich! Ya really can´t have enough? How cute!” you looked at him with both a mix of confusion and irritation.

Then he leaned down to eye level and patted your head. “Damn, never met a chic so desperate trying everything to spend more time with me.”

He painfully pinched your cheek and shook it, causing you to wince, but he didn't care. “You are so bloody adorable.”

You had enough of his belittling. “No! I mean it! I want a rematch.”

Against your better judgment, you shot a seething glare at him, absolutely serious.

A dark and raspy laugh followed your demand.

“Aight, fine with me,“ he cupped your face and brought you very close to him. Six slits of toxic green opened right above his big eyes. A few sparks danced around his face, „but don´t cry like a bitch if I mob the floor with ya a second time.”

Fortunately, your boiling emotions granted you momentarily immunity from his intimidating presence. He stared you down, but you didn't back up one inch and stood your ground as your angry stare tried to rival his own.

That seemed to impress him. With a quick scoff,  he stopped his attempt to scare you at once. Then, with a snap of his fingers, another electronic device appeared. You almost didn't recognize the familiar shape due to the green and black cover, but that console, that magically plugged itself in right in front of you, was without a doubt a Vii.

A controller suddenly plopped onto your lap. You looked at him, only to see he also had his own ready for the fight.

“Alright, fuckcake. Show me what ya got.”

Oh hell, you would.

Back in the days, when you still lived with your family and everything was fine, you were one of the most hated opponents of every Mamcart game. The chance of anyone else winning was so slim, that the others considered the second place as the winner and so on. It was ridiculous to be so obsessed with proofing yourself as an unbeatable Mamcart racer, but years of full-on blasts of winning forged your massive pride.

It wasn´t true. You were NOT bad at this game and you had to show him. Alright, you would show him.

As if on cue the main menu triggered your old Mamtendo player's instincts. Of course, he selected the track and what character to play first.

Damnit. Obviously, he opted to play as Mammon. Ironically, it was your favorite character to play. The man you loathed with every fiber of your being, but you always played Mammon.

Shit. Doesnt fucking matter. You choose Satan. They were in the same height category, which means you could use your Mambike. Fuck being rusty.

Surprise, surprise, he took the Mambike too. You still had to be careful though. Do not underestimate him. This was indeed his own game. He must have had so many hours of experience too.

Nevermind. Let´s get to the ass-kicking.

The countdown blared. Muscle memory kicked in, pressing the button at the right cue, and with a strong vroom, the bike sent you flying right into the match.

You weren't stupid. Of course, you speeded down the secret lane to the right,
but Mammon did too.

Neither of you crashed into the other, fully knowing that an impact could cause you both to slow down and speeding up with that thing was terrible.

“Fuckin´ get outta my lane.” he snapped, absolutely focused on the screen before him. No response from your side, for your eyes were solely locked on the familiar sight. You were in your element.
After receiving the first item it became crystal clear to Mammon, that you were indeed no wanna-be-racer. He stuck his tongue out and bit it, trying to focus.

A ginormous grin stretched on your features. You actually managed to give the King of Greed a hard time. Just when you landed on the ground, Mammon smashed into you with three rotten bananas circling him, which caused you to crash and instantly come to a halt.

“Shit!!” you spat through gritted teeth.

“Ya need to use the rear mirror, ya lil shit. If you were a good player you would have known that,” he said grinning like a maniac.

Fuck that guy. That fat bastard would pay for this.

The first round passed in the blink of an eye for you. The other bot players were insignificant to you and your dreadful opponent.

Oh. My.
You managed to get somewhat behind his position again. Luckily for you, messing with you caused him to time his environment badly, so he had to take a more “normal” route through the obstacles, but you had the advantage of using every opening.

“Bloody hell,” he growled. As he noticed you approaching from behind.

Oh, you had so many good phrases to punch him with right now, but you sucked them in. Even during your gaming frenzie the sane part of your brain still functioned.

Third round.

Oh fucking yess, you were almost behind him again. Hopefully the glowing item box would- HECK YEAH!!

You received one mushroom. Taking a boost trip through the grass as a shortcut. Mammon was still a bit ahead. He knew this course like the back of his hand. Without a doubt, he knew what he was doing and for the first time, you found someone that could match with you eye to eye.

Another item box, your last chance of winning this. Then a sizzling sound made you perk up.

Your old nemesis.

There it flew, you couldn't believe it.

“Sheyt, sheyt, sheyt, sheyt-” he chanted.

You saw him ducking forward as if that would help him get to the finish line faster which was just a small distance away now. Within seconds, that blue skull exploded right on top of him.

An angry roar from the jester beside you almost shattered your eardrums, but you had to keep on moving. Hands sweaty, your eyes tunnel-visioned at the straight line.

And that line went right through Mammon. His bike had gained speed again, but-
Unfortunately for him, you still had one trump card. You had refused to use it when you saw the blue menace dart through the sky.

With the press of a button, you activated your item; a shell. Your heart jumped against your ribcage.

You dashed forward, right towards Mammon. Right at Mammon.

“NONONONONONO-” he shouted in disbelief.

Your speedy bike crashed right through him, sent him flying, and then zoomed straight ahead, through the finish line.

The whistling sound of victory blarred from the gigantic TV and you completely spaced out from what you just did. Overwhelmed with pure excitement and shock. Eyes wide open, your cold and sweaty hands cramped around the controller.

You would have exploded with joy and laughter if it wasn't for-

“NOOOOOO! WHAT THE FUCK?! SHITTY FUCKING BLOODY BULLSHIT!!”

A demonic voice boomed through the room. You didn't need to take a look to know that he was sparkling with flashes of lightning all over. From the corner of your eye, you saw the frantic and wild motions as he growled and cursed at the unexpected loss.

Doing the only thing coming to mind, you ducked between your shoulders and stared at your controller. Heart hammering against your chest. Beads of sweat ran down your face. They could also stem from the tension from the race, but that was not one of your concerns now.

You fucking won.

For good or worse: He lost.

You just beat the King of Greed at his own game.
First try.

“That blue fucker can suck my ass!! Fucking dick twig!”

Mammon grabbed the bag of chips and put another fistful in his mouth. Stress eating? When the second fist couldn't exit the bag right away, he blasted it off with some kind of magical energy.

The current state he was in was truly alarming. Especially for any little hellborn around him.

“Rematch!! That didn't count! I´ma wipe that fucking ass grin right off your face. Now look, fuckin´ bitch.”

Hell, this was not a good sign for you. While you got what you wanted, your fear response spiked higher than ever. He felt so close to tearing his hands right through you or throwing you against the wall. He wouldn't care if he shattered every bone with one tantrum-fueled throw. There were bitches out there by the dozen! Losing a free fuck convenience, was surely no real loss to him.

 The seething jester furiously chose the next route. You didn't dare make a sound or move an inch.

Just like last time, you didn't miss the cue for the start boost, though your senses were so much on edge due to the deadly energy radiating off the being right next to you.

You were doing good again, but your euphoria from before was extinguished. Now you only played cause you had to. Winning was your top goal, but he would probably not let you leave until he slammed you so hard into the ground that you wouldn't even know how to get up.

Now you were somewhere at 6th place since you took no chances and stayed way behind on the normal track.

Mammon was good at this. You could tell, but it was best to take things slower from now on-

Forget what you said.

You got a golden mushroom and instantly, as if the spirits of everything freaky fueled your veins with the poison of unhingedness, you pressed the shit out of that.

You swore you didn't see him, you really swore you didn't expect him to be in the middle of the road like that when you crashed into him- and just like before, you sent his character- alias himself- tumbling to the side.

“What the fuck is wrong with ya?!” he shouted in response.

More out of disbelief, you laughed at the deja vu. Unfortunately, he got hit by a red skull, which caused another drastic blow.

“Nooooo!!”

Another bot collided with him, throwing him to the side, and setting him back once again. “Unholy fuck!”

Just when he thought things couldn't get worse, as he started to speed up again, another bot with the heaviest car in the game rammed him. A fatal blow that instantly sent his bike down the cliff and down the pitch-black abyss on the side of the road.

Suddenly, the whole room started to tremble. Thunderous rage lit his body up with a dozen sparks, his demonic roar shook the whole room. His terrifying outrage caused the light to flicker dangerously and the poor TV screen would have cracked and exploded if it weren't for a green magical barrier protecting it from harm.

As he threw his controller across the room, you fled to the farthest corner of the big cushioned sofa, foolishly hiding behind one of the big pillows.

A glimpse from your useless fluffy shield revealed the sin was literally fuming with green smoke. Breathing heavily, he glared at the screen still playing that catchy tune.

No wonder he was upset. A fuck up like that meant an instant defeat when you played for every millisecond. Still hiding behind a barrier of useless cushions, you curled your tail around you and put your wings flat to your body.

A deep inhale and he straightened his back. Closing his eyes, his two upper hands stroked his jester tails back in a soothing motion. Then he turned around and looked right back at you with a nasty scowl.

The muscles in your body were petrified. All you could do was stare back anxiously.

“Another!!” he barked.

What? You looked at him dumbfounded.

“Come back here!”

When you didn't react within a second, he stretched his hand in your direction. Suddenly you got unceremoniously thrown to your gaming spot, as he made a fist and swung his arm back to him.

You frantically wiggled out of the mess of cushions, like a fish on dry land. With a grunt, he sat back down and with some of his demon magic retrieved his controller, which was miraculously unharmed.

“I´m not gonna let you win so bloody easily this time, bitch.” he grumbled through gritted teeth.

Still in shock, you stared at him wide-eyed. One moment ago you thought he´d fry you alive and then impale you like a succubus kebab!

The happy music for choosing your character shook you out of your daze. A shiver went down your spine, shaking the previous adrenalin off.

If you had known how things would play out, you would have gladly lost and played the dum-dum-noob. Now you had to deal with the consequences. A quick look at the clock revealed that it was fucking late already. Shit.

Oh boy, there was no chance he would let you leave anytime soon.

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It was the - wait- how many rounds did you play?

Your body slowly tilted to the right. Soon your tiredness would take over and fullfill your imitation of the human Titanic. 

You hoped the last part of breaking in half wouldn't be the case.

“HAHAA! ANOTHER ROUND! I FUCKIN´ SCREWED YA THERE! HAH! LOSER!”

The big Jester screamed and laughed in your face, poking your cheek. 

“Naw! Don´t be sad! I bet you might win in the next six rounds again. AHAHAHA!”

It was hard keeping your eyes open, but the big guy did a fine job of snapping you out of your three-second power naps in between. Damn, you have been playing for hours. The whole night basically. 

After two hours your performance had slipped. The long day at work and your occasional lack of sleep won over your gaming frenzie eventually. 

Even round after round of Mammon winning and making you eat his dust, he didn't stop. With playful insults, he challenged you to another round, whenever he made you lose. Lose as in: Second place.

It was almost half past three. If you continue, you would drop dead in the factory later. That is certainly something you needed to avoid. Since he got the sex part and some gaming extra, you should be allowed to leave.

Damnit, he had started another round. Kicking his legs like an excited toddler with a grin so wide like people in toothpaste advertisements, you couldn't help but be envious at his seemingly undrainable amount of energy.

Does that guy sleep or sit still at all?

“Uh…Sir?” You asked while trying to focus on the game at hand. “Can I leave after this one? I kinda need to work in a few hours and I still need to get home so…”

“I don´t know if ya can? Are your legs broken? Haha!” He joked and painfully poked an elbow into your side.

Thanks to that you were awake again.

It was irritating that he ignored the last part entirely. Not to mention that he didn't even answer your question.

After missing a fake item on the race track, you tumbled and your character fell down a hole. 

Suddenly, the game paused. You looked at the big individual quizzically.

“Well, I suppose I would´ve won that one anyway again.” The large demon bragged and stretched as if to show how easy it was to beat you repeatedly.

You did wipe the floor with him a few times, though.

“Thank you, sir. It was an honor playing with you.” 

and beating the Mammon at his game and causing him to throw a bratty tantrum.

Oh, you will so add that one to your resume for the next job interview.

“Yeh, Yeh, I know.” He waved you off and shut the whole system down. 

“Alroight! Now that´s what I call a bloody awesome gaming night! A blowjob and Mamcart! Didn't even think you had it in ya? Most chicks like you only play so I can show them how it's done. Like what the fuck? Get your own game and don´t waste my time?! Do I look like a fuckin´ driving instructor?“

The wave of nasty venting made you space out a bit as he continued nagging.

He grabbed his tenth or eleventh chip bag and stuffed a fistful into his mouth. 

“That´s why I always say, give bitches an inch and they run a mile without even sucking you dry in a good way! Ungrateful shits…“

If he had paid the slightest attention to your face, he would have seen that you only listened to his yapping to be polite. The energy and tolerance for the day were gone. 

“Yes, sir.”

Finally, as if someone from above had sensed your pain, he seemed to get the hint.

“Ya wanna head home so bad? Ya look shit.“

No shit.

“Well, then get your ass outta here. The boyz will get ya to lust.” 

Licking his chip dust-smeared fingers, he sent a message with another hand to inform the boyz to fetch you. “Should be there in a minute or so.”

It was an interesting night for sure, but you already dreaded its aftereffects for later.

In order to get your drowsy body moving, you ungracefully rolled yourself off the couch. Not the sexiest performance you could offer, but looking attractive for the King of Greed wasn't in your interest anyway. 

Searching for your belongings, since his servants seemed to place them in different spots near the entrance, you hadn't noticed the jester coming up to you from behind.

You almost bumped into his large midsection, but before you could tumble back he caught you by gripping your arm and hoisting you back on your feet.

“Hey! Gotta say ya know how ta ride that bike. Not many folks can keep up with me. Yer definitely more fun than those lame Fizzybots! No matter how much I train them they always lose and then kiss my ass after.“ He blabbered with an exaggerated sigh.

Then he leaned down and grabbed your shoulders with his two upper hands. Speaking in a charming but joyful tone, he hovered over you. 

“How ´bout we repeat this lil fun night of double games, eh? Sounds good, right??“

„Pardon?“

„Listen, I got no time for bullshit… and running businesses, and the shows and supporting performers really wear me out, mate.”

Without warning he clutched you to his side between two of his beefy hands. Staring up at the ceiling dramatically. In addition, he put his hand on his forehead to empathize his exhausted state more.

“So the only time I get for maself- The ONLY shit-ass time that I have!!!

Is for me to sit on that couch and have some fuckin´ alone time!!”

The crushing feeling of his embrace vanished and you found yourself face to face with him down on the ground again. He then cupped your face uncomfortably, eyes shining like a freaking night lamp.

“You know, I already took so much time so I can meet with ya!

But I am not gonna lie… I actually don´t have the time!! 

I know, I know it looks like I could do whatever I want, but I can´t! The system ain't running without me!”

As if he wasn't close enough already, he pressed his forehead against yours. The extreme invasion of your personal space was unbearable. Strong arms constricting you tight, you couldn't wiggle yourself free.

A shift and he stood straight up again, hooking you into his plush front, leaving you no space to respond or to breathe. 

The big demon sighed wearily. 

“I fuckin hate ta push everything together and compromise,” 

a quick squeeze empathized his statement, knocking more air out of your lungs, 

”-but the world needs me!! You get that, roight?”

Releasing you at once, you fell to the floor and desperately gasped for oxygen.

A sly grin spread, as Mammon got down on one knee. His voice returned to a playful and soft tone.

“Ya know… wouldn't want our lil arrangements to end.

So how about we do more of a two-in-one thingie, eh?? 

We could still fuck and shit AND get sum good shit chillaxin´ afterwards!!

Or before.

Or in the middle? Meeh. Whatever, I haven't thought about that yet.“

He squished his cheeks in thought.

„BUT WHO CARES WHEN WE FUCK?! Heck! We could even fuck while we are doing it! YEESS!!

Don´tchu think that´s a fuckin´ brilliant idea??!”

If it weren't for his incredibly big smiley face and him grabbing your shoulder and arms awfully tight AND that you were talking to a deadly sin for fucks sake!! 

Then you would have declined, respectfully.

Your eyes darted left and right, a bead of sweat ran down your face.

“Uh-yeah, yeah! That sounds awesome! Hooray! Ehehe…” 

“Aww yas!! You´re a bloody legend, you great cunt!“ He threw his arms in the air flashing heavy metal hands.

„You and that fine pussy of yours!!

You and I will have a shit ton of fun!”

Not missing a beat he rubbed his cheek against yours, hugged you close, and then stood back up holding you on one arm like a parent would with a toddler.

“Now, think about all the fun we will have!! 

Finally, I can play that fucking horror robot game every shithead pees their pants about-

OR-OR THE OTHER ONE WHERE YOU CAN BUILD STUFF AND THEN FORCE PEOPLE TO FUCK SO YOU CAN HAVE SADDLES FOR YOUR SQUARE HORSES!!!“

Someone, please send help.

„OR THAT ONE NEW GAME ABOUT- 

what the fuck was it again

AH YESS!! WERE YOU FUCK THAT WEIRD SEXY VAMPIRE DUDE- 

but I heard dependin´ how you play he fucks you over, which is weird, 

BUT LET´S SMASH THAT VAMPIRE LAD- HELL YEAH!“

Please, someone. 

Anyone, put you out of that misery.

„Uhm, fuck, some of em aren't multiplayer?… but you can watch me! 

Or even better!! You can suck my dick while you watch me play that shit! HAHA!!” 

He took a big inhale, his unbearable ramble finally coming to an end. 

“DOENST THAT SOUND SO FUCKIN' AMAZING?!

 I WOULD WANNA DIE IF I WERE YOU!!”

After he burst out with that frightening amount of energy and concerning news for your future, you couldn't steady your voice anymore.

“Uh..Uh.. mhm..” you fumbled anxiously.

No, please that shit can´t be true! If he was serious about this, then your plan to act as boring as possible might have gone down the drain! 

Shit, you should have stayed quiet about that damn Mamcart!

Wait, you still could act stupid? Play as horrible as possible! Be as annoying as possible! So he doesn't want to spend time with you!

Sucking his dick while he was playing… Oh lawd, Satan have mercy on you!!

As if on cue, the door to the outside world, and out of this helluva cage, opened. Two hellhounds strolled in.

“Aw, I know you´re sad that you have ta leave, but we´ll see each other again soon!” the large clown cooed and pinched your cheek.

You stared at the wall in disbelief and shock.

As a goodbye, he slapped the side of your face twice and then addressed the canines waiting for their boss's command.

“Okay, boys! Now bring the lil missy back home and don´t take a bite of her or I will rip your fluffy tails off, got it?” 

Although Mammon delivered the line in a sing-song voice, there was no doubt he meant every word of it. 

In response, they nodded. “Yes, boss.”

“Goood! Now see ya later, and remember, yer ma favorite bitch right now! Hahahaha!”

With a wink and a bright ´n shiny smile, he poofed away, leaving you and the murder boys alone. 

………………………………………………….

Later in Ozzy´s factory. the soreness of your joints and lack of focus had caused you to almost mess up thrice.

Fortunately, this workplace had safety measures and enough staff, so accidents can´t happen just like that. However, you hoped your unsatisfying performance was not all too bad.

In the afternoon, you saw a short text popping up on your phone.

“Curry with rice and pudding tonight? :-) 

XOXOXO”

Never in your life had you typed “YESS!” so fast and sent it.

A few seconds later it hit you, that going to your parents after your low dose of sleep maybe wasn't a good idea. You should´ve just headed home and tried to compensate for what your new fuck/gaming buddy took away from you- Scrap that-  What you were stupid enough not to claim.

Welp, you were in your prime so doing an all-nighter must be alright, right? To be honest, you couldn't just revoke your response after your father had typed a happy “Yay!!” back. 

No, you couldn't do this to him. It is your fault, so suck it up!

You counted the hours- no, the minutes- until you were finally able to leave.

Apparently, your body entered some new sort of high cause you didn't feel tired anymore. An old playlist helped you get in the mood during your trip home.

At the doorstep, none other than your youngest sister Billy opened the door. Instead of a warm welcome, her face beamed with happiness followed by a yell. She leaped on you, hugging you tight.

“Ahhh!! Big girl!! When did you become so heavy!!” Acting as if she was a heavyweight and dragging you to the ground.

“Thahaha, I am not!” she hugged you tighter and you dragged the both of you in.

“Can I take my shoes off, please?” you asked since she still refused to let go.

“No!” the youngling chimed.

“Then I guess we´re stuck here forever. Either you let go or we starve here on the spot.”

The little succubus laughed and let go. “No! Dad made extra Curry for you and Mom won't let us die here.”

When you bent down for the deed, she blocked you and threw your hands to the side.

“No, let me do it!”

“Okay, if you say so? They stink though.”

“It´s okay. Joly farted under the blanket yesterday. You can´t top that.” she said matter of fact. You, on the other hand, burst out laughing. Oh, your sister was hilarious. You loved her so much and wondered if she would also develop a skilled foul mouth like you.

As she tried to pull off each shoe without first loosening the cords, you couldn't help but get curious.

“So, why would only Mom be sad if we die here?”

“She wouldn't, but we´ll make a mess, so she´d be mad at us.”

Another cuckle escaped you. Her world was so pure that you missed her more than you liked to admit. “Yes, she´d throw a broom in our graves and tell us to clean up.”

Then she looked you dead in the eyes. “Mum said if costs any money when we die, she takes that from our budget for the funeral.”

“Oh?! Why so?”

“Because she says we can´t cost her nerves AND money. She told Maree she would throw him in the organic waste if he died in a dumb way.”

Oh, that sounded so like your mom, lol.

“Okay, then let´s try not to die?” 

Billy nodded and with a simple “Mhm.” She turned around and ran into the kitchen.

Only one second later you heard her scream.

“MOM! Y/N IS HERE.”

No shit! You cracked up again. That little flea was what you needed today.

“Hello, bun-bun!” 

Oh no, not that nickname. Rounding the corner you bat your eyelashes sugar sweetly.

“Hello, momsiewomsie.”

Instead of greeting you with a smile, she began to scan your body instead.

“Did you shower?” 

You sighed in response to her hidden disgust. Rolling your eyes, you turned back around and headed straight for the bathroom. 

However when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs- especially those footsteps, you ran and hid right at the wall by the entrance. 

Just when he was about to round the corner, you boxed Bryce right in his stomach and then dashed into the bathroom while laughing “Nyeheheeheh” like a witch.

“Argh! Assho-ole!” he screeched after you.

It was hard not to fall into the tranquility of shower thoughts, but you managed. Luckily, you still had some clothes up in the attic. Much to your dismay, the first piece of clothing that sprang free when you opened the box was an old Mammon band hoodie of yours.

With a slam, you plopped the wings of the carton back on, threw your head back, took a deep inhale through the nose, and tried to suppress the internal suffering. Still like a statue, but screaming on the inside.

Looking anywhere but there, two fingers snatched the black fabric out and threw it somewhere to the side. You loved that piece so much back in the day, BUT NOT RIGHT NOW. Seeing the familiar green made you feel wobbly...

Oh-me-lawd-yes . An oversized Belphegore sweater! It was so fluffy and shit- when you touched the soft fabric and could have molten into it. Moaning in sensory bliss, you heard your oldest brother shout:

“Hands off my dildo´s. I know you like em, but don´t use mine to satisfy your perverted fantasies~”

“Fuck you! I licked all of them!” You shouted back.

“Ergh, sicko.” Maree spat and was gone.

After equipping yourself with the best purchase you had ever made on your trip to the sloth ring, you flew down and struck a dancing pose when landing.

Everyone else was already gathered at the dining table. 

Billy cheered, Jolene ignored you, Bryce booed, Maree threw a napkin at you, which crashed after an arm's length, and your parents-

Your Mom looked at you expectantly

and your Dad waited for you to greet and hug him. 

Since he carried the steaming pot, you went to your Mum first and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Hey Baby.” She hugged you firmly and quickly.

After the cook of the house sat the pot down, your dad hugged you with a big smile, shaking you from side to side, making little squealing noises.

“Okay! Enough love for now! Let´s eat!” he exclaimed.

You and your twin brother played the never-ending game of leg kicking without saying a word. 

Then the random table conversations shifted to bedtime stories. 

It was only a matter of time until your mother leaned the weight on you, asking how your sex life has been lately. Not to drop any name or any info on who you were fuckin with, you shrugged and hinted that you had a few funky nights here and there.

Jolene looked straight at you. “Liar.” 

“I am not lying.”

“Yes, you do and everyone knows that.”

Angered by the joke of being chronically sexless, you smashed your spoon into the bowl with a loud clang. 

All heads snapped to you.

“I have a fuckbuddy, okay? I am okay.”

Bryce looked flabbergasted, but everyone seemed impressed by your achievement.

Maree leaned over to you with a sly grin. “For real? Like... not a doll or an Ai?”

“No... a real person.” You averted your eyes, realizing you had already said too much.

Swishing her tail left and right your teen sister leaned over the table. “Dick, Vagina or?? What kind is it!!”

Now Bryce bumped in too. “She is a dick magnet. The day she gets a vagina will be the day she marries.”

Ouch, he was referring to your bad experiences with men. Maybe a woman would have been better… Especially now after you got the biggest mansplainer in all of hell. 

If you were to survive these sorts of encounters, of course.

As mean as your twin´s harsh comment was, at least it ended the conversation.

The meal was superb. No one could top your dad's cooking. The only reason why you were a picky eater was because you were raised with high standards. 

When you all cleaned the table and helped your dad with the kitchen, your mom approached you with a topic you desperately tried to avoid.

“Why are you trying so hard to stay away from us?”

Fuck, a shot delivered with so much precision that there was absolutely no way to get out of this.

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You froze, hand stilling mid-scrubbing. Suddenly, the entire kitchen went silent.

One question was able to rip you from your feet and send your heart crashing down.

“Why are you trying so hard to stay away from us?”

Your mother's words had stung worse than you imagined. Living in Greed, working everywhere but where your family and friends- old friends were, came at a high cost. 

Staying away- No- desperately running away, hiding from what had been… from what had happened, now came pouring down on you. Who would have thought that a simple question, something so out of the blue would have so much impact?

The silence was so deafening that you could almost hear a pin drop.  Of course, your father and your siblings wanted to know as well.

It was laughable. Embarrassing and totally…

Pathetic.

You were pathetic.

“I just needed some time away. Living on my own. Get some space.” was all you muttered. You couldn't let anyone know the real reason why you needed to be alone. After everything you had been through, you couldn't bear to share the truth.

Amidst all the tension, your mother was unimpressed by your attempt to avoid the question. To avoid conflict.

She continued with her chores, her movements fluid as she cleaned the plates and put them away in their respective drawers. In a sarcastic tone, she replied, "Oh, is that so?", making it clear that she saw through your facade.

Finally, the background noise returned to the humble kitchen chamber. Maree was the first one to finish his task and then speed-walked up to his room. When Bryce finished putting the herbs and ingredients back in place, he took little Billy by the hand.

“Come on, Astro toy is already on! Let´s not miss that.”

Jolene followed in an instant. Leaving only you and your parents alone in the big space on the ground floor.

You swore not to falter. You swore not to give in. Not to your mother.

You can do this.

“I´m listening,” she said with a warning tone. You knew that she was intentionally cornering you in an unsuspecting moment, leaving you with no choice but to face her head-on. You couldn't run away, not now, not anymore. 

Standing your ground you simply ignored her. Both you and she knew it was only a matter of time until you´d drop the facade.

You continued scrubbing the pot in your hands, your eyes fixed on the yellow foam coating them.  The lukewarm water was the only sensation you desperately tried to hold onto.

But your Mom was better at shattering any defense and exposing any lie,

Fuck, why were you born with a mother as a journalist?

As you hung your head, gazing into the sink, hoping to disappear, your mother shot you the most piercing and intense glare you had ever seen. 

“Stop bullshitting me.

Whatever this is. This ends now.”

You bit your lip so hard that you almost drew blood, feeling your heart anxiously thrashing against your ribcage. 

“I am not…” you started to whisper.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS.” 

You jerked under the weight of her words, gripping the edge of the pot tighter. 

“You come back here, after going missing to whatever depraved shithole you live in, and have the audacity to look me in the eye- No- look us all in the eye and tell us you are fine?”

Your eyes welled up with tears, not having the strength to look them in the eyes.

“I-I-” you stuttered, but she shattered your attempt.

“We let you play your childish little game of the young freestyler for years, but enough is enough.”

She reached out and grabbed your shoulder with force, spinning you around to face her. The sudden movement caused water and foam to coat the floor.

"You're not leaving until you tell me what's wrong with you, because this is making me sick," she demanded, her eyes narrowing.

She threw the dish towel onto the counter. The sudden loud noise in the quiet startled you.

By the time you managed to look up, your face was covered with tears leaking down your cheeks. Sniffling and pushing the painful lump in your throat back in order not to break down fully.

With a gentle touch on her shoulder, your father spoke softly, "Sweetie, I think we should..."

“No, this has been going on long enough, and I am not going to watch my daughter ruining everything and get a message from the police that she got killed and was found in some dumpster.”

With that your father went quiet again and resumed his spot on the other side of the kitchen, tugging at his arm, he looked away. It was obvious that he too was hurt, though he was always keen on letting you go.

The silence was almost as unbearable as the look your mother gave you. It was unfair, but there was no escaping this.

You dug your claws into your palms, feeling the pain which kept you from following your instincts to either run away or break down crying. You couldn't bear the thought of your parents finding out after all this time.  No, they couldn't. They should never know. This was for their best.

As an adult, your top priority is to keep your loved ones safe, something you might have failed to do in the past.  After all, you being near you meant getting sucked into a dark hole of chaos and misfortune.

The memories and burdens must be kept buried only where you had access to. For so many years, you had tried to stay out of their lives and be on your own. Why start now. Why let them in now. 

Whatever miserable joke the universe played with you was only yours to worry about.

After the spiral of thoughts cleared and you found yourself standing on solid ground once again, you raised your head feeling the exhaustion that had been your constant companion throughout the miserable years. Looking deep into her eyes, you gathered your strength.

“Mom, I understand that you…” you took a deep inhale “ I know I´ve worried you and believe me, I wouldn't have wanted to stay away either, but…”

The burden of keeping a secret hidden weighed heavily on your mind, dragging your thoughts down like a rope around your neck. Shit, you felt so tired now. You just wanted to go to bed.

“Mum, Dad, I love you, but this is not… I can´t-”

Finally, the hostile atmosphere she had been radiating broke. 

“Can´t what, honey?” She closed the distance between you and placed her hands on your shoulders. She spoke with so much worry and desperation that it only reassured you that this was the right choice.  “Are you in trouble? Is there anyone who´s trying to hurt you? Please! We can help you! I am sure that whatever it is, there is a way- and if there isn't we will do anything possible to find one!”

Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but chuckle and smile at the fitting choice of words. She looked at you as if you had gone nuts, but your sanity was already so far gone. How could she know?

To say there is a way, or to that they could help you.

Is there anyone trying to hurt you?

Until recently, there wasn't, but you've got that one covered now.

You're still smiling like a maniac, completely screwed over by the reality that was just three sentences away. You responded, trying to sound as calm as possible,

“Mum, that´s nothing you should worry about.”

Oh, fuck. Only now you realized that on top of the absolute pile of garbage now sat another hazard wearing a jester hat. It was none other than one of the rulers of hell.

Ah, this was absolutely hilarious! How brilliant! How did you fuck up in life so much! This must be the grand jackpot of disaster! No, seriously! This was so ridiculous that it was funny! Now life even sent you the godfather of all clowns to mock you! Hahaha!

As messed up as this is, it somehow brightened up your mood a bit. Thinking about all the shit that is actually going on, convincing your parents to stay out of it didn't seem so terrifying anymore?

Why were you so scared? You might as well be dead in a few weeks anyway!

You were ripped out of your thoughts by your Mum gripping your shirt and pulling you close to her face. Now bare inches away, you still couldn't hide your smile.

“Now listen here, young lady. We are not gonna take any more excuses… no more lies… no more staying away.. and no more of these…that bullshit you are trying to sell us here!”

Fueled with new determination, you yanked her hand away, which made her eyes pop up in disbelief. As you stood your ground and looked her in the eye, you took a step back, going against her earlier warning.

“Sorry, Mum," you said, glancing quickly at your father, who looked saddened by the situation.

“Either you take this, take me as I am or I am out of here.”

Your mother was clearly taken aback by your sudden defiance.

 “What in hell do you even take me for?” she exclaimed. "I am your mother, and I won't let you ruin everything that your father and I have worked so hard for. We sacrificed so much so that you and your siblings could have a better life. You can't just throw it all away and shut us out of your life as if we mean nothing to you!! We deserve an explanation. You won't leave until you tell us what the fuck is going on!!"

You looked up and rolled your head, feeling like the worst-case scenario had already happened. After all, you did all of this for them.

“Mom,” you started calmly…

“I am not your little girl anymore. I appreciate everything you did for me, but as you said, you gave me the opportunity to choose for myself.

This is something that I have to do. Don´t try to change my mind or I am off.”

With that, you walked past her and to the door.

Both your parents shouted your name, with your mother running after you and your dad staying close by

“You can't stop me so let it be.

I have work tomorrow. Sorry, I have to go.” 

You fetched your bag and put on your shoes. As you opened the door, your mom stopped you and looked at you with panic and shock. 

“Are you serious?!” she yelled in disbelief.

Taking a few seconds to ponder, you answered coldly.

“Yes, bye.” 

And with that you left, leaving them on the doorstep, not turning around once.

On your way home, you felt light like a feather. You didn't know why, maybe it was the weight of the inevitable finally falling off your shoulders. Whatever it was, there was a tiny run-down apartment you had to get back to. Sleep was scarce, so you had to make the best of it.

……………………………..



Your parents had texted you the following days, but you swiped their messages and calls away so much until you finally muted them.

It was funny. You didn't even feel bad. Considering that you basically shut the door to your family, you felt alright.

Of course, it hit you and you wished it wouldn't have come this way, but nothing good ever coming your way was old news.

Seriously, if a weirdo had hit you up on the streets with a weird “Want sum weed?” you would have bought it.

Let fate decide. The way it always did.

On Friday afternoon, when your shift ended early, you got hit by an offer indeed.
Instead of lucky green, it was in fact another being made of unlucky green.

“DICK AND GAME WHEN?!?!?

TODAY????

I M HOME SOON!!
10 MINUTS

I am home now lol

GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE! 👏👏👏”

Weird, seeing the texts of the Sin of Greed didn't even stress you anymore.

“Will someone pick me up again? It´s almost one and a half hours from here to Mammopolis…”

As suspected the big greedy clown texted back within seconds.

“lol what.
-20 minutes???
Max????”

An annoyed grumble left you. What a dickhead.
“I got no car. Have to travel by public transport. That always takes a while.”

“Oh

hah

LOL”

What´s with him and lol now? Did the ancient old man try to be cool now?

“Forgot u guys use transport 🤣🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣”

Okay, you´d rather stay home now. No answer from your side.
Buy me a car if that´s so funny…

“Okay. Course I got u.👌

20 minutes haha. Not 1 30.

What do I get for the service?😏”

“I won´t bite your dic-” you wrote but deleted immediately.

Made you wonder how bold you could get with him…

“Kiss on the cheek? :3”

Okay, now the heart racing was back. Burying your face in your pillow, wagging your tail. Was this the closest you got to Succubus flirting? The excitement and thrill that you just flirted with a Deadly Sin maked you happy and giddy.

But it was broken just like your hopes and dreams.

“Meh😑

Boring

If you go way down under then we have a deal!!!!😈🤝”

It was tempting to pick on him now, asking if he would give you one back or if this was a soul-binding deal cause else you would turn his offer down, but since the probability was high that you´d actually see the guy later and pay for the consequences of your actions, you refrained.

“Gotta prepare
See you later. 😊”

“k🤘”


Just as promised two imps you haven't seen before picked you up with an absolutely not creepy-looking van and delivered you to your desired destination.

As soon as the large double doors opened they shoved you inside, as if you were some sort of prey a zoo keeper throws into the enclosure. Very polite.

To be honest you sometimes felt like that around him.

Knowing your way, you wasted no time to head straight to the big boss of this magnificent-looking tower.

And this city.

And the whole ring.

And the whole economy.

Oh my lawd.

To test the waters, you poked your head in first.

The big Mammon lazily sat in a pile of cushions. Controller in hand his whole attention was focused on the gigantic screen.

“Whatcha gawking at? Need an extra invitation?”

Oh, no. So he did notice you.

He raised a hand to his mouth and shouted in a mocking tone.

“THE  MIGHTY KING OF GREEED IS READY FOR THEE, MY VISITOR!
Now get yer ass in here, cunt. Already started. Ya missed a lot.”

Wait, were you supposed to play a new game with him?
“HELLOOOW?! Anyone home in that noggin? Move it!”

With a jolt, you realized he might be so close to dragging you to him with these invisible strings, so you sprinted forward.

When you arrived you didn't fail to notice that there was no second controller?

“Ye ye, that´s single player.” he waved at you, answering your confused look.

Asking if you would take turns, might be risky, so you shut your mouth.

A sly smile stretched from one end to the other.

“Tehe, Ya know what you could do? Since ya got some free hands~”


x x x x x x x x x 

Oh, no. That´s why he wanted you there. Splendid. Man, you really should have stayed home. Fuck, you didn't even have dinner yet and you doubted he would invite you without offering anything in return.

And NO. His cum is not food. Although it might be enough to fill you u-Stop!!

Pushing these thoughts away and grabbing onto what little self-respect you had left, you pondered about your next move.

“How?”

Wow, splendid answer. You really outdid yourself there.

“Here. With your mouth. On my dick. Got it?”

Fuck. Not the answer you were satisfied with. While his cum didn't taste bad- well, in contrast to your last boyfriend- you still didn't like being used as a mobile fleshlight for his royal candy cane. So, you dared to push at the limits a bit.

“Uh… I thought we would play. -and fuck, of course!

but.. with my mouth on your… cock ” Dang that sounded hard! “ I can´t see the screen.” you tried to sound as chill as possible.

He raised a pondering eyebrow.
“Yeah, got it. Then use them pretty lil claws, alright. Ya got two of 'em.”

His lower set of hands stopped playing with the empty pringle bottle and pulled his pants down. As soon as his crotch was exposed, you were amazed to watch his Greedzilla plopping up with a boing .

Seriously? Was that magic or could he pump that shit up just like that?! Also! Where did it even come from to begin with!

“There, hot n´ ready ta go, sweetcakes~”

Standing there like an idiot, you guessed this was your cue to get started.

To stay in character with your excuse from before, you nestled on his right side and leaned over his thigh so you had access to his dick and could watch him play.

The surface was so soft and dry, you feared it might hurt since you hadn't put any spit on it yet.

Not wanting to ask for lube, you thought a bit of spit and sucking won´t hurt.

“Wohohohooo!! Look who´s up for the sugar cane after all!”

His hand shot to the back of your head in an instant, when you started to lick and squeeze his dick. Your eyes popped open since this was exactly what you tried to avoid in the first place.

Releasing his tip out of your mouth, he pushed you against his dick, but you interrupted his actions.

“Nononono!! It was too dry! I just wanted to make it wet!”

His hand halted in colliding your head with his monstrous appendage.

“For real? Nah crap! You´re boring, you know that?”

The big jester finally let go and let you do your thing.

Since you took notes from last time, you squeezed as hard as possible. Almost feeling like strangling a bottle of ketchup for its contents. Kneading into the half-soft muscle.

Now if you still had some tension inside you, this would be the perfect moment to let it all out.

Working his dong and also watching him play his new RPG game was a good idea indeed.

It was funny, though. Between his moaning and praises of “oh how a good girl ya are” he slipped a few “YOU FACKIN DISGRACE!!” in.

Again, you found stroking the little knobs on the bottom enticing, which earned you a few twitches. Even stroking from the bottom, then over them and all the way up, got him worked up.

Of course, his free hand couldn't help but grab and squeeze your butt and the other found its way under your shirt.

You hated to admit, that his harsh play with your nipples turned you on a bit.

When the grip of his hands got harder, you increased the pressure as well. Observing, feeling the motions of his hand on your butt, you mimicked it on his dick as well. Yep, he did enjoy it.

It was impressive, to say the least. His orgasm built up. His vile curses and lewd panting mixed where he was now both insulting you and the game at the same time. When the gooey liquid started to erupt from that monster tentacle below you, you tried to lean away to stay out of its wide shooting range.

It didn't help. A big drop landed on your cheek and some of it on your top.
Fuck.

At least he had put the controller away for a second to acknowledge your work, but as soon as he was done, his upper hand left your shoulder and fetched the controller again.

Now both you, Mammon´s hoodie and pants, and one poor pillow were specked with his thick cum.

After he recovered from his release, you looked up at him, pointing questioningly at your shirt and his hoodie.

The gears in his head turning.

“Oh, yeah, roight.”
With a snap of his fingers and a green non-electric poof, his stained clothes were gone and replaced with new ones. Then he simply threw the pillow onto the floor.

You gaped at him, seeing that kind of magic up close for the first time.

“Oh cheeky Jesus! Me too!” You blurted out before you could think.

The big round demon flashed you a tooth grin.

“Pretty amazing, right?”

You nodded in response. How convenient is that?

“Yeh, but can´t do that do ya. Don´t know yer size and yeah and…. that all.

But I got another solution.”

A greedy hand reached down and stripped your top over your head. Now holding the piece in front of your face, he cooed.

“Aw, look at your sweet lil cum face. Would leave it on ya, but you´re probably gonna rub it in me later.

I mean, you can eat it?” he asked expectedly.

Not wanting to give him another lewd show, since you had made enough weird noises and shown enough awkward acts, you simply declined.

“No.”

His face fell and he looked not only disappointed but also disgruntled.

“Fine.” He spat in response and wiped the remaining drop away in a quick and rough manner with your cloth.

With a snap, it vanished.

“Hey!” you yelled at him, instantly regretting that you raised your voice.

“Calm your tits will ya? My servant ´s gonna clean that shit.”

After the reassurance, you settled down against his side again. Actually, you got excited remembering what he did to you when he decided to give you a fair share in terms of pleasure.

Suddenly a beefy arm hooked you tight into his soft side. Without wasting a second, his right hand snaked down the hem of your pants. Then he put his arm away again.

“Off with it. Can´t work like that.”

As soon as you stripped out and kicked the clothing away, he pulled you back in. You swore he felt like a single big warm cushion.

Now with the obstacles out of the way, his fingers glided around your folds and tickled the soft skin.

Okay, so he wanted to do you right here like that, while he was playing?

After ten minutes you frowned. Mammon was so unconcentrated that he seemed to go at every spot but those that were actually important. It was fun the first few minutes, but now it struck you that the large clown was only paying half a mind to his second job.

You didn't expect much from the Sin of Greed when it came to the part of giving, but this was ridiculous. Maybe if you fake an orgasm he would let you leave sooner.

Right when you were about to initiate your act, he barked gruffly.

“Ya done?”

You looked up at him quizzically. “Done with what?”

“Done, as in, want me to go on?”

Wrecking your brain, you still couldn't piece together what he was trying to tell you.

“With what?”

The game stopped and he shot an annoyed glare down your way.

“Bitch, I asked if I can skip stroking that shit?”

His irritated voice with his hand still touching your pussy made you angry in fact. So, that half-assed attempt was already his way of repaying you?!

Then, without thinking you spat back imitating his accent. “Yeah, I mean if ya can´t handle both, alright-”

Suddenly two fingers thrust inside your core, his hand now basically grabbing your lower region hard. You yelped in surprise and shock.

Mammon leaned all the way down, now hovering over you. With a venomous tone, he hissed:

“Bitch, yer supposed ta tell me when to start rubbing your bloody clit.”

With him still putting pressure on the outside and inside, you felt absolutely vulnerable to whatever he decided to do next.

“Okay-okay! I-I´m so sorry!! I didn't get that! My fault!! I am sorry!! Please, le-let go!” you whimpered.


“Relax!” his grip softened. “Also, that´s called fucking communication! Never heard of that??”

Wait, where was that communication? How were you supposed to know that he was not going on on his own?

Mammon must have gotten a good glimpse at your dumbfounded face. Now a dark chuckle rumbled through his throat.

“Oh, you thought I was bad, didn't you, you filthy virgin?”

Feeling the anxiety skyrocket right up, because:

First , his hand was still at your sensitive spot.

Second , you just had insulted the Sin of Greed and you didn't want to wait until he got another idea on what to do with you.

“Wait-Wait!! No- I didn't mean it like that!!”

It was a bad mistake to look up, cause you were greeted by two toxic green glowing eyes staring you down with the most mischievous expression you had ever seen.
His demonic smiley face drew closer, but you couldn't get away, since a big strong arm the width of your body still had you trapped in place.

“But that´s what ya thought.” a cackle followed his very true statement.

He got you!

“Welp, guess ya ain't getting any of that. ”

A sudden jolt shot through your core and your body jerked violently. Heart thumping wildly, you breathed heavily and tried to recover from whatever had assaulted your body.

“Huh-huh?!! Wha-What was that?!” you looked at him terrified.

“Hm.. oh that?” he grinned and held up his other hand. Tiny sparks of green flashed between his index and middle finger.

It took you a few seconds, but he was willing to demonstrate with another shock hammering against your lower region. You screamed at the intensity.

Only with pressed breathing, you were able to suppress the surge of tingling sensation that violated your system.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. ARE HIS HANDS FUCKING SEX TOYS?!

Swatting his evil hand away you pressd your tighs together, only to realize…

that your core was aroused to the max. Sensitive to each friction you gasped embarrassed.

“Now, still think I´m a bloody hand job loser?”

Your face was flushed entirely, cheeks hot and sweating.

No, you couldn't go home like this. With pleading eyes you searched for his. A knowing smirk greeted you back.

“Okay, girly, I forgive ya for ya incy wincy insult. Now come back here and let me handle ya.”

Snuggling yourself back against- no, pressing yourself back against his side, you waited excitedly as he put his heavy arm back over your body.
When his fingers found your folds, you had to suppress a moan.

“There ya go. Good girl.

Now come on. Make some noise for me.”

When his fingers started to rub your sensitive spot you gasped and hugged his arm tight.

Fuck! This will be a quick one. You could feel it!

Twirling around the tiny knob of yours,  you couldn't help but push slightly against him. It only took like two seconds to make you mewl. Shutting your eyes you could already feel the burning sensation build up and pooling down below.

Mammon resumed his gaming, which would have irked you, but since you were in such an aroused state right now, you couldn't care less, as long as he got the job done.

“Ah…Aha…” you moaned. It just came out. You bit your lips to not start full-on screaming.

“Hey-hey! No cheating, little rat.”

A tiny shock sent your system flying and out came all the lewd panting and moaning.

The tips of his fingers now pressed harder and you desperately tried to rub yourself against them, needy for more. You needed more!

The pressure increased. He seemed to oblige your obvious physical pleas.

“Fuck that.” You had enough, you needed that hand now!! “Harder! Harder!”

Now the tips of his fingers danced over your sensitive flesh. The big Jester only hummed in response.

“Please!! Harder!!! Please more!!” you begged and screamed. His fingers fleeing from your hip bucking against him.

“What should I do?” he asked softly.

Already panting heavily, you begged him to finally grant you release. “Please…j-just do..it!”

“Hm, who should do it?”

“You!”

“And what's his name?”

Fuck.

Your brain betrayed your raging clit for you answered: “Please…Sir.”

“ Wrong answer.”

Just when you felt the pressure leaving, you screamed:

“Mammon!! Please do me!!! Please!!”

Since you said the magic words, his hand was back on you. Moaning and gasping he worked you off with the burning sensation of your orgasm building up fast.

You started to babble incoherent nonsense, as the waves surged through your legs, stomach, and all other possible parts throughout your body.

Clasping his thick arm with your claws you couldn't help but scream his name again and again.

A loud booming laughter echoed through the room as the big demon couldn't help but crack up at how your brain instantly had been conditioned to say his name for pleasure.

You could feel like a total dumbass later! Right now you had other things to handle. His hand wasn't even actively stimulating you anymore, but you still jerked at every simple touch whenever his finger only grazed your clit.

Shaking and sweating, you held onto his now relaxed arm, as if you´d slip away if you didn't steady yourself for support.

Every nerve was still on fire, but you had finally survived the intense orgasm that sent you into another dimension entirely.

You didn't care if you pathetically clutched onto the Sin of Greed, cause damn, all you could feel was bliss and your brain bathing in hormones.

When you finally went limb, he slipped his arm away from you. His index finger brushing your overstimulated clit sent one last jolt through you.

“Sorry, toots, need that hand.”

A servant came in, carrying a big bucket full of popcorn, worthy of the sin´s enormous size. Your brain was so fried, you didn't even care that they saw you lying there naked.

He greedily licked your juices from his fingers, before he dove into the salty snack.

Sinking into the warm soft flesh behind you, your eyes started to get droopy.

“Ey, ya can´t see anything there.”

With a grumble, you crawled over to his lap. Body lazily draped over his thigh, you didn't even try lifting your head to watch him play.

Mammon noticed your absolutely fucked-through state and smirked.

“Thehe, good night ya lil shit.”

His lovely little comment was the last thing you heard before you drifted into a deep slumber.

Chapter Text

You woke up somewhere in the middle of the night.

Somewhere in the middle of a soft bedding. The room was dimly lit. Through a crack in your blanket, you saw the flickering light of a TV illuminating the room every now and then.

Still groggy and eyes heavy from your deep slumber you tried to make out in which century you just landed. Apparently, it was one of those naps again.

Wiggling in the suspiciously over-fluffy blanket, you soon realized that someone had professionally rolled you into a burrito, so the only way out was to wiggle until your head poked out of the cozy warm tunnel.

As soon as you were able to see your surroundings, you had to suppress a yelp of shock. The comforting cocoon you resided in was right beside the massive tall jester. You had to crane your neck up to get a glimpse of his green glowing eyes.

Man, you were glad there was another light source in the room, cause you would have probably shat yourself if his big green shiny ones were the only thing visible. The thought of waking up next to that guy in the middle of the night sent a shiver down your spine. Imagine knowing exactly when you are in danger and when not. Seeing a green glow meant you were done for.

However, right now the mighty Sin of Greed seemed to be focused on something else than torturing your pathetic wimpy self. You´d rather enjoy the nice warm bedding and still savor the post-nap afterglow, but….

Jokes on you, your bladder had other plans.

Wiggling all the way out you saw a large amount of green looking your way.

“Good, you´re finally up. Been snoring like a truck.”

What!? You were no snorer? Only slightly at least!

As soon as he saw how taken aback you were about that revelation, he waved you off.

“Nah, don´t worry. Slapped ya three times and it stopped.”

You didn't know what was worse. The King of Greed witnessing your unsexy snoring or being assaulted by said royal in your sleep.

The latter obviously. It was your goal to turn him off.

“Yeah, sorry. I do that a lot.” you lied.

He eyed you from the side arching an eyebrow, hopefully considering demanding your company in the future.

“I mean it's kinda weird and shit that a tiny shit can sound like a fucked up clown car. Ya should let that get checked. Definitely not normal, yeh.”

Good thing he was so focused on that game right now, or else he would have seen you shoot him the most unamused look of all time.

What a prick. So in his world, all women didn't fart nor burp or what? You gotta remind yourself not to tell him when you´re on your period, so he will be in for a bloody surprise…

Anyway, you were actually on a mission. Without responding to his respectless word vomit, you snuck out the blanket and headed straight for the bathroom. Since he didn't stop you nor did he rip you back with his invisible webbing, you assumed it was fine.

When the deed was done you couldn't help but melt at the scent of baked cheese and whatever other smells your nose took in. Fuck, what was that? As you quietly snuck into another room you saw a few imp servants shoving trays of food. A green portal let another wave of staff in that neatly arranged the meal around plates.

Oh, so that´s how he gets his food in here!

As if they could hear your thoughts of fascination, they all snapped their heads to you, staring you down in a hostile manner. Their eyes gave away that they didn't know if they liked a foreign spectator.

You mumbled a sorry and then dashed back to your crude host, who was still invested in his new game. It looked as if he had made some serious progress while you were asleep.

“Sup, how was the shit? Bahahaaha!!!”

You simply ignored his comment, not wanting to retort that you just had to pee, but if you had learned something in his presence, it was that he would use anything you said against you.

You swayed back and forth on your heels. The expected job was done and now you were ready to leave. After smelling his upcoming meal at -  whatever time it was now- your stomach started to digest itself since it´s been a while you had shoved something edible down.

“Why are ya standing there like some weird NPC? Get your butt over here.”

One of his free hands pointed to the spot close beside him, but you refused to snuggle up to his side like some desperate groupie.

It's as if that wasn't what you did a few hours before.

Trying to erase the cringe memories of your moaning and calling-

Oh shit . You had screamed his name like a possessed maniac. Oh no… He will not forget that. Fuck!

“Uh, Sir…” trying your hardest to reclaim your honor of actually being a respectable individual. “If it doesn't bother you, I´d like to leave now,” you said calmly, standing firm and straight.

“Sir?” then he started to smirk and his eyes squinted in mischief.

Oh, man…

“What happened to my sweet lil obedient kitty?” he purred and turned his full body to face you. “Didn't your master teach you not to call me that?”

The large jester before you licked his lips suggestively and curled an index finger in a repeated upward motion.

When he saw you grow tense, shoulders hunched up and not moving an inch he added in an unfamiliar dark voice, “Come here, I don´ bite.”

No.
No, you definitely didn't want to go back to him again!

“Now come here, before I get you. Unless you are into being chased after.”

HELL NO!

In an instant, you rushed to him but sat a bit farther away than the spot he was pointing at earlier. Before you could plead again to let you go home, he grabbed you by the wings and dragged you close to his face. You squeezed your eyes shut in fear of what was about to happen.

Instead of a lick or a bite, he sniffed your hair and then your neck.

“What´s that?” he breathed into your neck and shoulder, making you shudder at his face being so close to you. Instead of moving away, he maintained the close distance, so you were nearly eye to eye. His blank, glowing eyes illuminated your face.

Where the fuck were his pupils?! Where should you look at?!!
“I-I think ey-it´s cheese?” you stammered.

“Ah fuck yeah!! These lil shits know me too well! HAHA! In the office, I wanted fried cheese so bad!! Damn! They must have sensed that!”

He abruptly let go of you, making you tumble back.

Taking his controller back in his hands, he turned the game off.

Without warning the tall jester grabbed you and tugged you under one of his beefy arms. When you saw flashes of green dancing around you, you screamed in panic. “What-WHAI-”

With a zap, everything turned bright green in a flash of light, which dissolved into smoke. Couching and gagging you saw the green fumes dissolve, revealing familiar furniture.

The dining room.

His arm released you. It was pure luck that you landed on all fours and did not smash your face into the ground. Looking up at him, confused, you wondered if he even knew that mortals were fragile beings? Or was everyone else around him a replaceable side character in his massive playground?

Toys. That was the word you were looking for. It doesn't take much reflection time, to conclude you were no different to him.

Oh, wait: A sex toy.

As soon as he placed his giant butt on his broad chair, the greed-themed minions came rushing in.

Rows of silver trays were arranged neatly on the large table in seconds.

The Sin was drooling heavily, licking his lips in anticipation, but when he spotted you on the side of the room, waiting for your time to ask him again if you may leave, a grim expression spread on his face.

With a snap of his fingers, he summoned one of his servants, who hurried to his side.

“Ey, runt. Where is her food?” he growled, sour mood apparent.

The pitiable imp began to sweat, uncertain of how to respond.

"Your Highness, we were not aware that someone would be attending-"

“THEN FUCKING GET SOMETHING!?! ARE Y´ALL BLIND?!” he screamed, making the little fellow cover and hold up a plate protectively as if a blow could come any second.
“GO BEFORE I SHOVE THAT KNIVE UP YOUR ASS!!”

The entire room fell silent and grew cold in an instant. The king's volatile temper instills fear in everyone present, including you.

The jester´s head turned back around to you pressing yourself against the wall. With a glowing snap of his fingers, the chair beside him slid back and he gestured for you to take your place beside him.

Heck, you were scared that if you didn't hurry, he would hit you, too. Well, you haven't seen him raise a hand against his underlings, but you sure as hell didn't doubt he did.

At the table, you avoided eye contact. Mammon´s infamous anger slowly subsided as he took the first fork full of food and shoved it into his mouth. It was like watching a monster devour its food. While you waited for the frazzled cook to come up with something fast, you observed his barbaric table manners with fascination and disgust.

It was both mesmerizing as it was sickening how he munched down load after load, chewing with his mouth open, while even some contents dropped down on the table.

You took a mental note to check your plate before taking another bite, so you wouldn´t eat any drops that had escaped his uncontrolled maw.

The thought alone made you feel nauseous, and you had to steady yourself to avoid accidentally gagging at the image now plastered in the front of your mind.

“Whath fith u? Aw ya not hungy?” he raised an eyebrow and mumbled with his mouth full.

Shit, you were hungry! Now you had to come up with a good excuse because you certainly don't want to miss out on a free meal!

“No, I am just so hungry I feel a bit dizzy…” You leaned forward, empathizing with the fatigued state.

With one gulp, he downed a big chunk in one go. “Well, ya have to wait. Your food ain't ready yet.”

It was obvious to you that his grumpy tone stemmed from him thinking you might try to snatch some of his food away. No need to worry, big guy. I like my hands where they are - on my body and not torn off in your mouth.

Never touch his food. You had to remember that. It was very likely he would lash out if you were to pick up a random bag of chips from the floor. Whatever didn't have your name on it, was his, and taking anything that was his was considered stealing. All citizens in hell knew what it meant if someone were to steal from the Sin of Greed.

Either a quick but gruesome death by him tearing you to shreds. Slow dragged-out torture. Or the crowd's favorite: Him devouring that poor soul.

After a surprisingly short waiting time, your meal was delivered by a sprinting imp. Both they and you saw their life flashing before their eyes when they stumbled, but they caught their balance just in time. When the shaking imp arrived at your table, they shot you an intense stare. Both of you very likely thought the same thing:

B R U H

The silver shiny lid got lifted and under the steam the same dish as the royal pain in the ass next to you presented itself.

You whispered "Thank you" and the poor fella went on his way. As soon as you took the first forkful, your brain melted like the cheese on the table. Just like your dining partner, but with ten times more grace and manners, you dug into the meal in front of you.

Although the portion wasn't as large as you had hoped, the cheese had filled you up nicely. You also noticed that the tall and wide demon next to you was almost done emptying the last of six plates.

Wow, the cheese really did its job. You opened the last-minute drink they had put next to your plate and drank half of its contents.

Meanwhile, Mammon had finished his meal as well. Strangely, he even felt the need to announce it with a loud burp...

“Faaaaack, that was sum good shit, mate.”

You too sank down against the backrest. Despite your body telling you it was time for an after-food nap, your mind still urged you to decipher what plans the big demonic ball of green had with you next.

After a while of him just half laying in his chair- Well, if it wasn't for his big gut he would have just slipped under the table, but that squishy thing stopped the descent - you coughed to get his attention.

“Thank you for picking up dinner for me. I know it must have been very last-minute for your staff…” After he didn't move or react, you just went on. Maybe he fell asleep and you could just tip-toe out of there?

“Uhm… but I think it is time for me to go. I don´t want to bother you anymore and leave you to-”

Suddenly his eyes shot up.

“Wow wow wow! What? Where do ya think you´re going? Listen, I didn't invite you to eat so you can just piss off? Nah, mate! I got an old human game where I need ya for!”

You looked at him dumbfounded. “A human game?”

“Yeah, since yer probably shit at every new console, ya can only play the ones with that Mamcart thingie.”

Oh, good! At least it wasn't sex. You relaxed your shoulders and let out a satisfied breath... If you had to suck another dick, you would have probably been able to say hello to your dinner again.

“Wow! I never played the human ones! Which one is it?”

Not gonna lie, this actually piqued your interest.

“Ya ever heard of New Super Mario Bros? I got one from back then, but never got to play that shit. Still pisses me off. So, ya up to the challenge? I saw ya can handle the controller, so?”

"Wow, that's amazing!" You saw tons of Let´s Play of the people who bought the Wii adapter for their Vii! It looked so fun!

But shit!! You were about to play a real Mario game with the SIn of Greed?!

Good thing? Bad thing? Who knows!

Finally, you're getting something positive out of this situation! Oh, the food is good too.

“Yes, absolutely!!” you screamed a bit too loud.

In an instant, Mammon jumped up from his seat.

“Yess!! That´s the fucking spirit, girl!!!”

Without warning, he lifted you up and pressed you against his chest, which was as soft and warm as the rest of his body.

“ALROIGHT!! TO THE GAMING ROOM!!”

He roared, and when a sizzling sound rang out around you, you gaped like a fish, because you realized that he was about to telepor-

A flash, a boom, and puffy smoke.

The sin found his footing fast, while you desperately tried to wiggle out of his grasp. Coughing and gagging, trying your damn hardest not to throw up onto the floor. Your system was wrecked due to the unfamiliar rollercoaster ride called short-distance teleportation.

You grabbed your jaw and toppled over. Fighting to keep everything in.

On top of that, the annoying jester hovered over you, pointing two hands at you and breaking out into bellowing laughter at your obvious nauseous state.

Good thing you were occupied right now, 'cause else you would have growled at him.

“Aw suck it up, girly! Now, come on!! We ain't got all night!!”

Oh shit. He was right. It was already late, and you doubted this time would be any different, but you were certain you'd have more fun.
……………………………………………………………………..


Just as predicted. You both had played the whole night. The powernap form earlier had fueled your system and the game itself being so fun sure didn't help.

Level after level the two of you got better. Actually, you had found a system. While you killed every enemy, Mammon was always into farming. Even if something was just about to kill him, he still felt the need to suck that one block dry of its coins. When you nudged him to go on he just screamed at you.

“FUCK OFF AND GET YOUR OWN SHIT UNDER CONTROL!! I´LL JUST BUBBLE UP IF NEEDED!!”

Needless to say, collecting every coin was the top priority.

But what were you even thinking? This guy was the embodiment of Greed! Never having enough of anything, especially money and wealth, was who he was. You shouldn't have been surprised when he jumped on your head at the finish line to get that 1-UP from the flag pole. Yep, he did you dirty repeatedly. So much, that you either stayed behind on purpose, or outran him, but somehow it was your fault when he didn't catch it.

Asshole, then fucking play better! Sadly, there was no opportunity to unalive him that would look like an accident. He was repeatedly sacrificing you to the lava pits too, but boi did he scream and rant when he bubbled and you died.

Shit, you actually enjoyed that night, but still felt uncomfortable most of the time.

The vibration of your phone signaled that this peculiar night was coming to an end.

When you told him, you had to head to work he offered to take you with him, since he had to kick Asmodeus to sign a contract for another product line related to the upcoming production of Fizzybots.

There you were again, squished against Mammon in his large, pompous limousine.

Why you had to be smooshed against his side and not sit on the long-ass bench to the left and right, you didn't know.
Oh, yes. He used one of your breasts as an anti-stress ball. Even though you felt extremely uncomfortable, you remained silent in order to avoid potentially causing any irritation.

If you had to endure this so he stayed quiet and left you alone for half an hour, you would do so. After all, everything has a price around him. It was just a matter of what you were willing to pay.

When another hand reached out to scratch your scalp and pinch your horns, you wondered if this was still the best option left. However, you didn't dare to move because it felt like it was too late to take yourself, whom turned out to be his new stim toy, away from him.

Suddenly the limo came to a halt. When nothing happened you looked up at him questioningly.

“Yeah, yeah, let me finish that,” he grumbled and aggressively tapped something into his phone.

When you felt a rough grab of the cloth on your back, you yelped in surprise. Mammon lifted you off the bench and with a snap, the door opened.

“You know, can´t let the crowd see the two of us together, or they´ll think I´m some sort of cheap taxi or easy-to-get fucker, so I´ll drop ya off here.”

He carried you like a cat by the scruff of the neck to the exit door.

“So! That´s your stop! ” with one generous swing backward he hurled you out into the air right above the sidewalk while joyfully shouting, “ FLY, BITCH! FLY!!”

You screamed and opened your wings just in time, stumbling through the air, only to catch his limo driving off. That bastard didn't even make sure you landed safely!

After landing on solid ground and catching your breath, you scanned the area. The massive prick had dropped you about two blocks away from the factory.

It was the first time you and Mammon agreed on something. You definitely didn't want anyone to find out about this strange and unfortunate situationship you had somehow found yourself in.

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The noisy hallway of the factory went quiet as soon as the large demon entered. Lustful kisses broke off momentarily, teasing chatter muted instantly, and any individual in the middle of the path pressed themselves against the walls.

The big jester ventured through these halls with a sinister smile so wide that he made all the vermin scattering around him tremble with fear. If it wasn't for his fellow sin, he would have teleported right up to his office in the blink of an eye, but since Asmodeus forbade him to do so in his establishment, he had to walk all the way upstairs. A nuisance of course, but seeing all these pathetic worms scatter away and fucking up their tasks made up for that.

In moments like these, the widely feared deadly sin was glad Asmodeus never taught his underlings proper respect. Else he wouldn´t have the joy of making them quiver with a single look alone. In Greed there was a certain etiquette when a royal passed the commoners. Well, not on the streets, but everywhere that was considered core grounds for political or economic matters.

Speaking of economic matters, the King remembered that he still had some duties to fullfill after this flimsy little meeting between him and his long-time business partner. From shallow business to an annual boring but essential occasion. A frown spread on his features only thinking about attending that pesky celebration. Yes, yes, it was important indeed. Without it, Greed would fall into chaos and his residents would spiral out of control without his firm guidance.

It can´t be helped. It was his duty to keep things running smoothly and without trouble. Greed´s economy wouldn't be flourishing without his authority and control systems. Were his measures too harsh? Maybe, but without them, his ring would lose what they had worked hard for thousands of years. They would lose their beloved wealth and status. All the money.

His money.

With the utmost precision and painstakingness, two calm hands adjusted his son's tie, making it sit neatly and with absolute perfection on the collar of his white shirt. Inspecting the tiny tailored suit for any particles or dust on its smooth black surface.
The ten-year-old's hair was neatly combed and arranged with the finest hair oil, especially bought for this important event. Two yellow glowing eyes sternly looked into his father's. A self-assuredness seldomly found in such a young individual. It was all perfect. He had prepared his son with the best of his abilities. Thinking back about the past years, there was no doubt he hadn't done everything in his power and reach to grant his son an outstanding training.

And outstanding he was. Not only in abilities but also in terms of character. Just like his father and the father of his father had placed the right measures to shape a proper successor for their family.

But…what if it didn't go well?

What if the odds were against him?

What if something transpired that was just outside of his control? A subtle change in nature…

The young imp's mouth moved, but the father´s mind was somewhere else.
Somewhere between the dignity of his family and his son's very own mortality.

“Father?” the quiet voice rang out. Concern glimmered in his eyes.

He cleared his throat, blinking these troubling thoughts away, wishing these were just mere concerns of his.

“You should not address me like that. You are to call me Sir.”

The boy, confused by his father's words, stilled, his calm and collected expression returned.

“Yes, Sir. I apologize.”

One last tug to straighten the fabric and then they started their journey to one of the centerpieces of Greed.

Loud hammering, nose-wrenching toxic fumes, and a heat that seeped through rugged clothing and created blisters on the filthy skin of workers down in the pits of the factory. Rows of material crafted under sweat and pressure. Enormous rusty machines grinding at their own pace. One which the imps and sharks operating around it had to follow at all costs.

A piercing scream echoed through the area,  but it did nothing to disturb the never-ending rhythm of the facility: The unstoppable workforce toiling day and night to meet the worrisome standards inflicted upon them.

A devilish smile and a satisfied expression sat on Mammon´s features as he relished in the rich and flourishing fruits of his empire.

Hundreds of pitiful imps and loan sharks slaved away under the pressure of Greed´s smoke-filled glowing sky.

The clangs of hammers and the drums of machines were music to his ears. The stench of chemical fumes was a promising scent of fortune and riches.

He lit a cigar and added another pall of smoke to the endless black shadows rising from the countless melting furnaces from the pit down below.

With joyful strides, the godfather of all clowns strolled on top of the high cement walls of the industrial area. Each acoustic shock and sibilance caused by the inner workings of his beloved centerpiece of Greed excited his mood by the second.

High up in the sky, he danced to his own rhythm.

Powerful machinery and an endless supply of laborers formed the pillars of his powerful and insatiable economy. More and more, wider and farther. Day after day, his kingdom expanded.

To mine the greatest values of all. Accumulating the true riches the King sought so dearly after.

Money and wealth.

The joy of these were unmatched. Any other pleasantries could never satiate his voracious hunger for more.

To keep the masses moving, to keep the system going, and the keep the fountains of gold flowing, he needed every little gear fitting perfectly into place.

One nail standing out will be plugged and neatly disposed of.

The great stroke of the clock for the staff's change of shifts equally signaled him it was time to leave.

While the sight of Greed's wide industrial landscape never failed to make him smile, he had business to attend to and who was he to be late to the most important day in the life of Greed's new blood?

He better not keep them waiting.
After all, time is money.

And he refused to lose what was his.

The tension was not visible, but each guardian felt it deep in their bones.
The number of promising shark and imp kids was meager. The less, the shorter the ceremony will be. The less, the easier to stand out in the crowd. It was not yet to say if that was going to be a bad thing or not.

It all depended on his mood.

The tall and lanky imp remembered when he was the one standing in the front row, in line with the other children around his age. Now his son of ten years will follow in his father's footsteps. Well, he will possibly be allowed to do so.

The ticking clock struck the eerie silence. While every man and the few women present showed no to little distress, neither failed to feel the gravity of the situation.

When the second hand brushed the 12 of the clock´s face, they all held their breath. It felt like an eternity. Only after one minute slid by the father dared to exhale.

He was late.
Why was he-

It happened too fast. He had averted his eyes for one second from the middle of the room and back to the dreaded clock when a thundering sound echoed through the long corridor and up to the massive room where they were all gathered nervously.

The closed sliding door rattled due to the extreme air pressure pushing against the walls.

Despite the more than alarming unnatural detonation, all those present remained unmoving. After a short silence, loud and painfully slow footsteps approached their current location.

A quick look down revealed his son had still kept his composure. Of course, he trained him to do so. Over and over again.

However, one look to the side and he caught a glimpse of a fellow imp by the name of Mawrice, whom he remembered well, had beads of cold sweat run down his temple. His father had warned him this was prone to happen. Memories so deeply engraved in their mind. How could anyone forget?

The door slid open and in strut the giant clown. Bells jingling in delight. With a comical stride, he marched into the center of the room.

Guffaws of laughter and arms swinging with joy.

It was when the towering demon of green turned around to face them everyone straightened their back, eyes fixed on a spot somewhere behind.

“Heya Kids!! Glad ya could all make it to our little gathering here today! I bet you sure must be excited. Hahaha!!”

The tall clown swung around carelessly, balancing on one foot. His golden staff juggling in his set of many hands.

“I´m sure ya´ll can´t fucking wait to show me what you lil shits got here for me tonight!”

The silence was deafening despite every jingling sound, creak, and laughter the jester demon created by his sheer presence alone.

“But before ya go and demonstrate what your squishable little teeny noggins came up with, I got a special surprise for ya!! How does that sound? Yay!”

He laughed and danced. Jumped up and down, but the ridiculous display got not a single reaction out of them.

Suddenly Mammon tilted his head, so much you could hear an audible crack. Devious smirk wide.

Continuing his playful demeanor he walked up to one of the kids, a shark, in the front line. Bending all the way down, meeting him face to face. His glowing eyes and rows of sharp teeth were now only a hairsbreadths away from the boy's face.

Yet, he managed to keep his expression straight. His tiny body unmoving, in absolute focus.

“Though crowd here tonight, don´t ya think??” the large jester joked, but his wide grin never reached his eyes. One look up and the boy would have seen pools of madness.

“Yes, sir.” the boy replied calmly.

The face of the giant demon inched closer ever so slowly, smile stretching wider and wider. When the boy did not flinch nor falter, he left, turning his back.

“Gooood!”

The shark boy´s father´s chest swelled with pride.

Hopefully, his son would pass like that too.

Or pass…

He sunk his sharp teeth into his tongue, biting these thoughts of insecurity away. Just as if he could smell the fear erupting from his pores, the massive jester swirled around, looking at the crowd of grown-ups, standing behind their young. Eying each carefully.

When nothing occurred he continued his spiel.

“Alright! Today´s surprise iiis~

Bring them in boys!

Come on gimme a drum roll ya cunts!”

Nobody did.

The sin drummed his lower set of hands on his belly, creating the anticipated drumroll.

Two large hellhounds rolled two coffins inside. A large and a small one.

With an iron bar, the gruff canines popped the first lid open. An imp tied up in ropes fell out. His whole attire was torn and dirty as if someone had dragged him on the ground for a long distance. Desperate eyes searched around the room. Due to the rag tucked in his mouth, his pleads of whining could never be heard.

The silent crowd unmoved by the hopeless man´s attempts to call for help. This was a mere illusion. Since everyone here, the pitiful Imp included, already knew whatever he had done, or whatever had happened, has already sealed his fate.

With a crack, another smaller imp popped out of the tinier coffin.

“Haha!! See they even come in double packs now!!”

With cruel laughter, their king broke the silence and the foreign imps' resilience.

No, wait. He knew that imp. He was a colleague, in fact.

Was.

As the man started shaking on the ground, Mammon kicked his back.

“Get up ya floozie! This ain´t a slumber party! It´s a bloody party! We celebrate here!!”

With wobbly feet, he managed to stand up. Somehow seeing the king in front of him, got his composure back, because his shaking started to cease. Tears still streaming down his face, he looked into his king's green glowing eyes.

“So, how did ya get her, mate? Look at you! All fucked up? Tell me what happened to ya buddy?”

With a snap of his fingers, the blood-dyed rag in his mouth dissolved into smoke.

“S-Sir.. I-I… It wasn´t…”

Mammon leaned close, joyous smile never leaving his face.

“Yeah? It wasn´t what?” he asked, tone soft and with false empathy.

The imp´s words died in his throat as he looked down. Dread had finally settled in.

“Please, spare my child.” His words steady and clear.

“Huh?”

“Please, Sir, I beg yo-”

Suddenly, a golden swirl collided with the imp´s side. The blow sent him crashing against the wall.

The arm where the object had impacted, crushed and broken. Black liquid streamed down his face. Fighting for air, the imp cowered on the floor wide-eyed. If that hit didn't cause his internal organs to bleed already, the expected upcoming ones surely would.

“Now, now? No hello? You come in here bleed on the whole fucking floor and then beg me to do you a favor? How rude of ya! Didn't your family teach you some manners?”

The imp mouthed an apology. A submissive behavior drilled into the back of his mind.

But his paternal instinct had come first. Causing this scene in the first place.

Well in the second. He must have done something justifying the current position he brought his child and himself in.

The large demon, still portraying the awfully daunting clown act, stomped over to where his golden staff had sent the poor individual.

“Now ya see kids, this is what happens when ya make Mammon maad~

And I can assure you, nobody wants that!

Nobody likes to see a sad clown! Not a single soul would pay for that shit!

A sad clown…” he pulled the man up by his throat with something invisible seemingly connected to the tips of his fingers.

“An angry clown. An unhappy clown. An upset clown~” he continued counting.

The crowd watched silently.

The father's hollow eyes stared into nothing. Standing still.

“Now do we want that?” Mammon smirked. Rows of sharp teeth exposed. Tiny glowing sets of eyes popped up over his two larger glaring ones.

“No.” the imp spoke.

With a splat, the imps head burst open. The golden tip of Mammon's staff pierced through at once. Blood and organic matter splashed onto the floor, the roof, and some unsuspecting children in the front row.

“Now what did I tell ya? Don´t make the clown unhappy?”

The golden object rotated in his hand, black goo and liquid spattered off it until he rammed it back into the ground.

“The bill´s paid alright! Yay!” the king cheered, throwing confetti into the room which he had stored in his pocket.

Now the promising image from before had changed. A few children tried their best to stay firm and solid, but a great number failed slightly.

Looking at each kid, Mammon had made his choice. He went back to the small imp still cowering on the floor beside the coffin. A wet spot covered a large portion of their pants. Without a word, he dragged them up to the front line of kids.

Why would any guardian place their kid in the front row? It´s easy: Everyone tried to catch the best place for their child. Those with the best performance, the best posture, and the most outstanding resilience had the best chances of earning Mammon's favor. Now and then, when someone in the underworld fucked up, a few were granted forgiveness. Mercy would show with the words: “Now, let´s forget about it. I remember ya. You were a tough kid. Wouldn't want to waste good material like that.”

So, now was their time to show what they got.

“You there.” Mammon's voice was dark and rough. “Take ya gun. Let me see how good yer aim is.”

He pushed the tied-up child into the middle of the room. The shaken kid tumbled but came to a halt on time. Then Mammon´s chosen little helper drew a gun out of its holster and aimed right at his target. There was no hesitation in his movements, but even the unskilled eye could see that he was shaken, putting every strain of willpower to stay in control of his body.

Then Mammon started the countdown.

“One, two, three…”

When the young deathsman's eyes lost all their warmth and their chubby finger was just about to push the trigger-

“Stop.”

He halted. The ought-to-be-dead kid in front of him flinched when no gunshot was released.

Silence, and nothing else.

After seconds, which felt like a small eternity, Mammon started to clap slowly.

“Very good, kid. Nice ta see ya got what it takes.”
With the snap of his hand, Mammon summoned his canine goons, which released the shivering child from its restraints. The big jester had lit a cigar in the meantime and leaned down hovering above him.

“Ya better do a better job than your Daddy, or else the two of us ain´t gonna be friends, capiche?” Even as his voice was dripping with sweetness, the danger lurking in every word was more than present.

“See, the big clown doesn´t like being fibbed at! So, you keep that in mind, cause whatever you do, I am always watching what your cute little hands are doing.
Understood?”

“Y-Yess, S-Sir.” the young child croaked. No one would have blamed them for shitting their pants now, but here they were trying put on an unmoved act. Just what their father also had tried to teach them.

"Alright!" He straightened his back again and took a close look at the in comparison to his large self smaller individuals standing still like statues before him.

"Time's up, children! The clown man´s gotta go now! Haha!" he exclaimed, back to his cheerful self.

Suddenly, Mammon´s voice dropped low, and he shot their guardians a sinister smirk.

"I think I already got a good enough picture of what I am dealing with."

A dark chuckle echoed through the room and with a few sparks of lightning, he powered up and left with a hefty explosion. Leaving the heads of Greed´s mafia, as well as their distraught offspring behind in a cloud of smoke.

A day in Oz´s factory, a day in one of his establishments, and a day after a rather entertaining morning.

A promising day it was and now that everything was over, relaxing in his jacuzzi in the castle of Greed was the best reward. His whole massive body was submerged in hot water. Lilac bubbles ascended into the air only to pop halfway to the top, leaving a calming otherworldly plop sound.

The warmth not only soothed his tired muscles but also his exhausted mind. Mammon sighed in contentment, sliding down deeper, fur soaking with fluid, the strands now dancing in the water. The only sounds ringing out were the occasional plopping of the bubbles and the watery noises his occasional shifts created.

The king had sent his servants away, so he could take off his jester hat without trouble. So used to the cap and its thick material it felt rather weird taking it off. Yet, letting the long appendages spring free also felt satisfying, to say the least.

After a few more minutes, he became bored and snatched his phone to zap through Sinstagram and other social media. When a text message popped in, he stopped his endless loop of watching ads for hellhound brushes that take so much fur out of a canine that you could craft a new one out of that.

“Hey!
Sorry, I forgot my bag at your place! Can I come by and get it back?😅
Don´t worry, I´ll be quick! Nothing more.

Can one of your servants give it to me?”

He observed as you deleted the last question. Three dots dancing and vanishing. Dancing and then stop.

The amusing display caused a big smirk to stretch on his features. He took a sip from his wine and watched further as you didn't seem to find the right words to answer until you gave up entirely. Your status changed to offline.

Oh, what a sheepish little cunt you were~
So shy and reserved. Didn´t you know you had already hit the jackpot by the King of Greed simply keeping you around? A rare privilege granted to nobody.

Mammon didn't know why, but something inside him always began to itch whenever you were around him. It was rare that he felt enormous waves of lust. Let alone for only one being!

Why though? He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew there were parts of your body he´d really like to put one finger, or more, on.

Sadly, not today. He was simply not in the mood, so he tossed his phone away, deciding he´d answer you whenever the itch came back to him. Something told him it would be sooner than later that he´ll have your adorable little face back in his claws.

A dark chuckle echoed through the silent bathroom.

Then, suddenly, that weird itch was back.

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A vivid buzzing in the warehouse. Thousands of parcels being flown through the air, carried by thousands of busy workers. Efficient timing and sturdy working attire, as well as smooth-running machines, made sensational acts of productivity possible.

There were no questions and no confusion. Well, barely any. The big buzzing crowd in the large hall did exactly what they were told to do: handle the goods with care, get shit done ASAP, and stay the fuck out of danger.

This was a philosophy that you were more than all right with. All you had to do was unload trucks filled with robotic parts for the next toy or whatever machinery the grand Asmodeus planned on using.

One task after another - today sure was more exhausting than usual. Even though you'd been able to get enough sleep last night, for once. When you squinted your eyes and ignored all the other elements lurking in your life, the last few days had been kinda quiet. Probably to prepare you for a day like this.

A grand holiday in front of the factory's doorstep. A full week designed for the demons of the Lust Ring to pleasure their sexual partner or partners each day with a different theme. Since Asmodeus was the biggest seller when it came to products for pleasure, he had to deliver something to the masses. More than just his acts on stage…or the clown imp who was suspiciously always lingering around him.

During your fast-paced flying and running around like a headless chicken, you suddenly took notice of a package with its labeling half torn off. The box seemed to be dented, too. One side seemed to be one grab away from bursting open.

No, you can't let that thing stand around uselessly. Not wasting any time, you brought it into the “I dunno” corner, but upon arriving, you spotted the big pile of packages marked with a thousand question marks that were just about to be taken away.

With quick flaps of your wings, you dashed through the air. Maybe you'd be able to drop it there. You called for the nearest worker to wait for you. The incubus turned his head your way, but then snapped back to his task of fixing a large chain.

“Hey, wait up! I got another one!” you yelled, but the worker waved to you to slow down.

A bunch of workers fixed hooks to each chain bound around the large pile in order to heave it up the truck waiting to get rid of the cargo.

The man took his helmet off, waved some cool, fresh air toward himself, and smiled at you apologetically.

“Sorry, girl. We already strapped that thing tight, so just put it in the empty corner. Next round, we'll deal with it.

Another already-set-up truck drove away and out of the warehouse.

“Wait, where are they taking all that stuff? Isn’t it just their labels that are messed up?” you asked curiously. Some of the parts in there cost more than your monthly income. Were they getting rid of the packages only because they couldn't identify the contents inside?

“Oh, nah.” he laughed. “These all need to be towed back to our security team on the other side of the area. You know, once or twice, some people have smuggled illegal stuff in these boxes, or worse…a bomb or poison or shit like that.”

“A bomb?!” you spluttered.

A voice from behind the truck shouted: “Ready?”

The worker next to you just waved up to the truck as a response.

“Yeah, crazy, huh? -but if you think about it, we deal with other Rings a lot. Doesn’t mean every part of the chain is safe. A bomb’s actually detonated in here before.”

You stared at him in disbelief. Maybe this factory wasn't the safest place after all. While the internal workings seemed to be focused on safety, it was true that many  outside influences could still result in safety hazards.

A hearty laugh snapped you out of your uneasiness.

“Hey, don't you worry about that! This is all just routine stuff. Since we installed the extra security and safety watch…and, um..not to mention all the scanners in the check-in area, we’ve hardly had anything go wrong. I don't think all of that’s actually necessary. but it’s a measure to scare off troublemakers, you understand.”

A large claw hook closed around the top of the big chained-up mountain, lifting it up in the air ever so slowly.


“So, chill, babe. Like, nothing ever happens in-”

A metallic snap. Then, thunderous rumbling right in front of you. Your eyes shot up in time to notice a wave crashing toward you.

Adrenaline shot through your body. You screamed, and out of instinct, you dropped the box in your hands and jumped back. Frantic wing-flaps pulled you away from the avalanche.

Witnessing everything in slow motion, you watched as the giant parcels missed you by a hair's breadth.

A sharp pain, when you landed on your back, hitting your head. Still fueled by panic, you crawled backward, away from the danger. Away from death.

It took you a few seconds to register the screams all around you. Your limbs felt electrified, shaking from the unforeseen shock. Breathing heavily, you watched several succubi rush toward the epicenter of the incident.

A voice right beside you snapped you out of your stunned yet shaky state.

“Huh?” You saw a worried face eyeing you. When their head turned back to the spot you had been standing moments ago, you froze.

Torn boxes. Sharp metal parts jutting out left and right. Oil leaking and dripping onto the floor, mixing with another fluid you recognized as-

blood .

A large pool grew at the bottom, not stopping. A team of desperate employees dug through the trash, scattering it everywhere.

A limp hand poked out of the disarray of metal. When two hands grabbed the exposed arms and others tried to free the rest attached - the limb tore right off, leaving the employees staring in horror. Another large chunk was thrown away.

Then everyone was still and silent, but the pool underneath kept growing.


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Not even the comfort of the weighted blanket could keep you from feeling cold and shaken. Movements blurred, voices filled the air around you, but nothing came through.

A team had tried to talk to you. Witnessing death was not that uncommon, but the accident had left you in a state of motionless silence.

Words of comfort didn't come through. Nothing reached you.

You saw papers and a few familiar faces. Most were concerned about your face. For them, you were  another pitiful soul overwhelmed by the chaos called life in Hell.

No matter what they told you, you knew what you had seen.

You knew it was your fault.

You were to blame. His death was on you.

It was you and you alone.

It was your fault that this man was dead and you were unharmed.

He was dead and you were not.

He was dead and you were not.


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A coworker had volunteered to bring you home. 

He’d even asked if he should walk you up to your doorstep. Did you really look that bad?

No, you have seen worse.

You were walking. You could talk. You were fine.

The door opened with a creak. Standing in the middle of your apartment, you didn't know what to do. Didn't know how to act.

What now? There was nothing you could do. They assured you it wasn't your fault. There was no need to say it, but they did. They called it an accident, but you were there, and you weren't sure. He turned around because of you. If it weren’t for you-

Nothing new to you.

You were used to this. Why did it still leave you feeling this way? Nothing ever changed.

So you have to go on.

What to do?

The backpack slid off your shoulder. You changed into your cozy pants and shirt. A hoodie would keep you safe from the cold. The thick blanket kept you tucked in safely.

Blinking at the dented table in front of you, you ignored the vibrations coming out of your bag. When the repeating sound didn't stop, you slid out of your cocoon. It could be urgent.

When you unlocked your phone you saw that it was indeed urgent.

Three missed calls.

Twenty-six texts.

You didn't even have to wonder who it was from. Maybe you should have read the messages before you tapped the screen to call him back. You should have, but seriously, what could happen?

“Huh? Oh, look who’s alive all of a sudden! Here I thought I needed ta look for another side chick. Hahaha!”

The voice was ever so carefree and laced with his average level of mockery.

“I am sorry. It was a bit... hard at work.” You responded dryly.

“Hard? What do you call hard? Throwing a box around and ya call that bloody hard work! Sometimes I wonder what Oz is paying you snot-diggers for? You bogans get enough sleep at work! I’ve seen it all! Call me when ya really toil ya ass off!!”

Silence. You simply had no words in your mind to answer him with.

“Anywayyy ! So, you're off work, means yer free. Didn't mean to see your third-class tits so soon, but it’s your lucky day! How about some-” he clicked his tongue. You knew exactly what he meant.

“Alright, when?” you stood in the middle of the room, taking his babbling and insults which you couldn't care less about now.

“Does it sound like I wanna make an appointment? The fuck don’t you understand about me saying you’re free and ready to get some bangerang?!”

The irritation in his voice was more than clear, but somehow you didn't feel like you were in danger because of it.

“You want me now?”

“WELL DUH?? Hellooo, anybody in there?? When I knock on yer head, does something besides echo come out? Yes, now , of course! Get your lazy ass out the door and wait for the car, damnit! Why are bimbos like you always so slow?”

He didn't expect an answer, did he?

After a short silence, due to the fact that you were waiting for him to spit out another order or insult, he growled in annoyance.

“See ya when ya there. And bring a better attitude, cunt.” With that, he hung up.

Was it really a good idea to join him for a quick round tonight? Did you even have the energy left to last long? What if he demanded not just a blowjob, but some kind of weird acrobatic treatment? That maniac of a clown might be sadistic enough to take matters into his own hands - all four of them - but one day, he’d surely expect more from you. No way would he be satisfied with you screaming beneath him forever.

That thought sparked something inside of you. Maybe a good orgasm was what you needed. It would get your mind off this for sure. Different place, different setting. Perhaps trying not to accidentally step onto one of the thousand landmines around him might be just the right distraction for today. What good was it to wreck your head, anyway?
You changed into more suitable basic clothes and put your jacket on. Stepping outside, you waited patiently.

As promised, a spooky black van arrived outside. Out hopped a lanky imp-shark hybrid in shady streetwear.

“The royal carriage is waiting for you, my lady.” He bowed theatrically, but his sly smile took away all of the grace he was trying to convey.

No murder guys in suits or bloodthirsty hellhounds this time? Stepping down the stairs to the street, he tipped his head.

“The name is Ral, but you can call me Rey.” He wiggled his eyebrows and opened the door for you.

Rey? What was that for an introduction?

“Hey.” You thought about whether you should tell him your name, but since he already knew your address, this little detail wouldn't matter anyway. You sighed and told him your name before you stepped inside.

“Hm, pretty name, but I guess that's fitting for a pretty lady!” He hurried up to you as you sat down, making you slide to the other side of the backseat. So fancy rides were not in the budget for you anymore? Remembering how you irked Mammon earlier, he must have given you a shoddy ride. Be nice to Mammon and he will be nice in return. Not that you would complain about a normal-ass ride, but this little detail seemed intentional.

“So, what does little missy have to do with the King of Greed, huh? It’s not often that he sends the delivery service to fetch someone your size to bring to his domain,” Rey asked, with genuine curiosity.

Even though he seemed like an average Greed Joey, you needed to be careful. If he was one of Mammon's henchmen, you had to be more cautious with what you said.

“Uh, I’m not sure yet, but I’m sure he’ll tell me when I get there.”

An impressed whistle. Then he leaned closer to you. “So you know the guy, huh? Mayhaps more personally?” He smiled with another knowing wiggle of his brows.

Don't act as if you were something special. Why keep it a secret and act as if nobody should know? No matter what he told you, it was ridiculous to think that you were the only chick he’d tow into his Mamcave. The large jester had even told you once that you could brag about your experience with him. Another thing that sadistic asshole probably jerked off to.

Not wanting to join in with Rey’s “high spirits,” you replied with a simple “Yes.” However you couldn't hide the shame creeping up as soon as you admitted that you made regular visits to serve the King of Greed.

Why weren't you happy? You should be! After all, this was an accomplishment, but the thought of who it was and how he treated you left a bitter taste in your mouth. Never ever would you have thought of being stuck in a situation like this. Not with him. You knew all his songs. You had tons of his band merch. It was like he was crushing a childhood memory every time he forced himself into your space.

Wait, no. He didn't force you. Heck, nobody forced you into this arrangement. Maybe you could have said no and nothing would have happened. Perhaps he would even have reacted nicely. Well, his idea of “nicely”. Fuck, You were a failure in so many ways, it was embarrassing. You brought this upon yourself, so suck it up.

“Yeah, yeah~ The big guy knows how to get the ladies going. Unlike me, no matter what I say to ‘em. Hah, my looks and presence alone are like some kind of birth control.” He laughed and slapped a knee, but looking at him, he didn't seem nor look that bad? Yes, he radiated that smug idiot energy, but that was nothing that would keep people off of him?

The rest of the ride, he asked you about where you were from, since you didn't seem like a Greed lady. When you told him that you were from Lust and especially which area, he pitied you and asked what had led to your unfortunate downfall. Since you didn't feel like spilling your whiny, traumatic backstory today, you said that you’d just made the wrong decisions, and that’s why you ended up right here. Well, that was actually true.

After he opened the door, you walked straight to the elevator.

“Ohh, somebody already knows the wayyy!” he joked lightheartedly, but you didn't react. You just waited for him to use his access card to finally throw you into the dangerous bug pit.

On the highest floor, the doors opened with a dong, and out you went, right up to the imposing double doors. Ral–or Rey–opened them for you. “In you go. Have a nice stay! Hope we'll see each other next time~” he chirped and closed the door.

When you stepped inside, the eerie silence almost spooked you. It was as if nobody was home, though you highly doubted that that was the case. Not knowing what to do, you decided to pull your jacket off and set it on the couch. Then, you waited for anything to happen. Weird that there wasn’t even anyone there to greet you.

Or was this a trap? It could be a dangerous one. Maybe he’d decided to start one of those fucked-up hunts where the rich track down the poor like prey for sport.

Anyway, it was too late to do anything about that now. There was no escape anyway, except if you managed to get out through a window. You could fly, after all.

Your macabre thoughts were interrupted by a familiar sizzling sound. Sparks of green danced around you. An explosion of green covered everything in thick smoke, making it impossible to see or breathe.

Waving the thick cloud away, you tumbled back and bumped against something soft. Eyes widening in surprise, you felt something soft brushing against your elbows. Even though you could to put two and two together, you were afraid to turn around. However, your head moved slightly on its own.

In your peripheral vision, you caught a glimpse of…nothing but white fur.

Oh lawd, he's naked.

Your head snapping forward, you felt two hands slide from your hips to the front of your lower belly. Something wet and slimy snaked down the side of your neck, then down to your collarbone. You shivered at the sudden sensation. There was no doubt who was behind you.

“Mmh. Seems like a little fly got into my web today.”

A hand grabbed the side of your face, pushing it aside to grant him better access to your neck. Two lips covered the spot between your neck and shoulder, tenderly sucking on it. Your head started to spin from the soft touches of his mouth on your skin and his hands roaming your body.

Something was different that you couldn't quite place, though when sharp teeth pressed into your flesh, every concern dissolved. Goosebumps started to rise on your skin. When a growl rumbled through his chest and through your skin, your brain shut off entirely and you melted into his touch. Drowning in this unfamiliar tender treatment, you leaned against him, letting the Sin behind you bear your weight.

Suddenly his mouth was close to your ear. His warm breath tickled your skin as he spoke.

“What is it, little one? Are ya wet for me already?”

His tongue licked across your ear, the wet muscle creating lewd sounds.

With that, your muscles gave out entirely. Luckily, he was right behind you. The sudden increase in weight didn't seem to bother him in the slightest.

The jester clicked his tongue in a scolding manner. “There, now, I still need you up and awake after the first round.”

You could feel his large smile against the side of your face.

“So come on…”

One hand snaked from your hip up under your shirt and bra.

“Wake–”

A sudden pain shot through your chest as he pinched your nipple hard.

“UP!”

Desperately trying to pry his hand off your breast, you squirmed in his tight grip. You scratched at the hand beneath your shirt and bra, but couldn't move it away.

“AAAAHH!! UNHOLY FUCK!”

A loud and booming laugh rang out from your sadistic new fuck buddy.

When you started to kick your legs around wildly, he stopped and let you fall to the ground.

You were boiling with anger. The unnecessarily long hold on your sensitive spot irritated you to the max. Rubbing the now-surely-wounded spot, you glared up at him. Way to fucking start a sex session!

When you shot him a death glare, so ready to snap at him for this uncalled-for stunt, you finally saw the reason what was off the entire time.

Yes, he was naked. Not entirely, since he was still wearing his undies and jester hat, but instead of the towering figure of the Sin of Greed, his entire body was sized down to the height of a tall succubus. 

“What's wrong, doll? Never seen a short Mammon before? Thought I’d get down to your level to check the air down there. It looks pretty underwhelming so far.”

Torn between his new height, the sting on your breast, and wanting to hiss at him again for treating you like nothing but trash, you could only stare at him while biting your lip.

“What? Not impressed? Gah…figured ya lewd bitches only are in it for the big cock,” he said condescendingly. With a snap of his fingers, his body glowed green and changed back to his regular height.

“No, that’s not true!” you yelled, now both furious from his comment about you only valuing a man by the size of his dick and from his rough treatment.

“No? Reallyyy ?” he tilted his head, making his bells jingle.

Regaining your common sense, you immediately apologized.

“What? Big dick or small dick–Sheesh! We go for big dick! Big stick it is! Hahaha!! Anyway, it makes pussy feel tighter too, so that's settled.”

Wait, what? That man could have penetrated you with a normal-sized dick this whole time but didn't choose to do so, just because it feels tighter?! What about you?? You would rather have sucked it small than big.

“Ey, what's with that look now? Sorry, I don't have more dick to offer…cunt.”

Shit, you have to get your shit together. His mood changed faster than Asmodeus changes his sex partners. One wrong mood and you'd be in big trouble. What kind of trouble, you were not sure yet, but…

Oh, crap. Weren't you supposed to piss him off? Make him not invite you again? Quick! Think of something!

“No sorry, I’m just on my period.”

DANG IT!! Not that line! Abort! Abort!! Fuck, now it was too late. Shit!

Just as expected, his face contorted in disgust.

Great. Now you’ve really done it. Congratulations. How to end a Deadly Sin “buddy with benefits” situation in the most awkward way possible.

“Eurgh?! What the FUUCK?!”

Mammon yelled and stepped back.

“Why would ya come here if ya cunt was leaking like some kind of disgusting cut-open…?” He pauses not knowing what to say. “Like a bloody cunt!!”

His shoulders slumped and he threw his head back. With a loud groan, he walked away from you, leaving you there on the ground.

At first, you weren't sure if you should have followed him, but when he yelled: “Whatcha waiting for, ya rat?? Get your ass here!!”

Getting back on your feet, you rushed toward his voice. There on his grand leather couch sat the giant fat ball of fluff. Judging by his massive frown, and the fact that he was staring up at the ceiling, he was still upset.

“Get over here and get your shirt off.”

Drats. You hadn’t fended him off–you’d just made it worse. Maybe this would be the last time, at least?

Carefully, you approached him and threw your shirt on the ground. When you reached his grab radius, two hands picked you up and threw you onto the couch. 

As soon as you tried to sit up, he pushed your arms against your sides. Before you could ask what he was going to do with you, Mammon simply spat:

“Hold still.”

You instantly went stiff like a board. He leaned forward, and your eyes widened when you thought he was about to press you against his plush chest, absolutely sure that the softness didn’t only stem from all the fluff now covering almost your whole vision.

You caught a glowing green shimmer emerging from the palms of his upper set of hands. Suddenly, they started moving around your upper body very quickly. A sudden tight sensation around your chest made you jerk. 

He let go of you, and with a surprised yelp, you plopped flat onto your back. Looking down, you could see a tight green rope of silk tied around your chest.

“Uh…what are you–” You fumbled for words, but he interrupted you immediately.

“Yeh, since you didn't gimme a proper warning for Satan's waterfall down there, you get small dick– smaller dick, anyway!”

x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

On cue, the big mass of white sized down again. One hand groped and squeezed your breast while another glided down his undies. You felt awkward holding still and watching the half-naked jester pump himself up, while you were tied down like a victim in a porn movie.

Constricted and unable to move, your wings pressed against your back, you should've been more afraid. But somehow your mind was more occupied with solving the mystery of what that ridiculous clown demon had come up with now.

How was that rope going to fix his problem?

Proving once again that he was definitely a grower and not a shower, Mammon let his dong plop free and then hovered over you.

Was he going to force his cock into your mouth now as punishment? Why the rope then? Being a prick alone had done just fine the last time he’d pinned you in place and had his way with you.

You immediately mentally slapped yourself. You shouldn't be that chill around him! Where was your fighting spirit, or any ounce of your fear from earlier?

However, when you felt him lift the rope above your boobies and he directed his (now indeed smaller) cock toward you, it finally clicked.

Oh.

At least you had no work to do today.

The soft and still squishy muscle slipped between your breasts, the strings of webbing entrapping it tightly.

“Ah, sheyt. Forgot me some lube. Ah, fuck.”

Right when you thought the big guy would have to actually do something on his own, a snap of his fingers poofed a bottle of lube into his hand.

Aimed at your chest, the liquid squirted out with an unforeseen blast, covering not only your upper body but also part of your face.

“AHAHAHAHAAHA! LOOK AT YOU, THE SAUCE IS EVERYWHERE!” 

You forced yourself not to give in to the urge to roll your eyes at his immature reaction of laughing at literally anything happening around him. Your secret wish to stuff a cloth into his mouth was strong again today.

“Aight, let's get this started! See? I can fucking make the best out of every shit situation. I always fuck with style, ya know?”

Mammon smiled, stroking his ego, but he probably should have been watching your reaction.

My, my, wasn't he a genius.

You didn't doubt that he was usually smart, but in most situations where you were unfortunately trapped with him–he was not. 

“Okay, let's get movin’, bitch!” he exclaimed, starting to thrust against your poor caged tits.

Now two thoughts troubled your mind.

First, you were glad that he hadn’t sat on you, since you weren't sure that he couldn’t crush you with his whole weight. At least while hopping around.

Second, you needed to turn your head away from the display in front of you. Not only was his big squishy tentacle dick playing peekaboo right in front of you, you definitely had to find as much space as possible so that he wouldn't shove his massive belly against your face too. 

He leaned forward, supporting his weight with both of his upper hands clinging onto the backrest of the couch. His jiggly mid-section was now hanging free right above you. 

As his thrusts became stronger, with him huffing and moaning while he used his lower hands to create an even tighter space for his striped weenie, the mound of fat and fur inevitably brushed against your face. 

Normally, you would have bitten or punched anyone who tried to pull that shit, but since it was so fluffy, soft and warm, your mind couldn't decide what to make of it yet. 

You wanted to bite it, but you were sure that there would be an unpleasant aftermath if you gave in to the urge. If he got aroused, it’d be bad. If he got mad, on the other hand, the spider-like demon would probably bite your head off since he was right above you.

No thank you. you wanted to keep your head.

The heavy breathing and moaning had turned into insults already.

“Shit… fack…fack-fack-fack.”

It didn't take him long to finish. Unfortunately, the position of your head was rather inconvenient for what came next.

The striped muscle went rock hard. Sticky and warm fluid shot all over your chest, shoulders, neck and–what else?–your entire face.

After Mammon was done humbly unloading the entire contents of his balls, he breathed, “Fuck, girl. That was good.”

……………………………………………………….

Without warning, his arms gave way, and he let himself flop right on top of you. Crushed under his soft weight, you kicked your legs in a panic.

“Oops! My bad, sweetcakes. Hahahaha,” Then, he finally lifted himself off of you. 

Gasping for air, you looked up at the tall fluffy demon with a shocked expression. For a moment, you’d seriously believed that he was going to suffocate you under there, not even caring if he accidentally killed you. Mammon got off of you completely and slumped onto the couch next to you.

When you regained your breath, you tried to free yourself from your now sticky restraints. And were they sticky! You couldn't move an inch! After a few moments of struggling (and Mammon getting out one of his fat cigars), you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Sup.” was the only answer you got.

“Let me out?” you begged.

His green eyes shot open. “Ah yeah! Totally forgot!” With a snap of his fingers, the strings dissolved with a poof.

“Now get yourself clean. You’re making a mess.” he spat with an entitled frown.

As you sat up and tried not to smudge his precious million-buck couch, you shot him a questioning look. Wasn't he the one who got this mess all over you in the first place? The words sat on your tongue. An itch almost forced them out, but your brain kicked them back in.

Do not challenge him. This was not the time nor the place to run your hot-tempered mouth and brainlessly lash out.

Just when you were about to leave, a hot pain struck your behind. You yelled and held your behind with both hands. Mammon cackled and slapped his leg.

You turned around, ready to scream and smash every insult you could think of into his ugly visage, but you held back just in time,  giving him only an enraged glare with bared teeth. You’d tried so hard to hold back, but your voice fiercely struggled to break free.

Instead of cussing at him, you hissed with all your might, and even that you tried to suppress the best you could.

Your furious display seemed to startle him. Mammon gave you a deadpan look.

When the sound finally died down, soothing whatever dumb monster you kept inside, he started to break out into bellowing laughter.

“AHAHAHAAHA! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” He pointed two index fingers at you.

He continued laughing, and not holding back as he mocked you for displaying your emotions.

“Aww, you're so cute! I could just squish ya! It’s always so adorable when the lot of you do stuff like that! Seriously, it’s adorable! Man, if you weren't covered in goo, I’d give you a hug and sum pets for how adorable you are!”

The royal demon took another deep drag of his cigar. Leaning down, he blew a cloud of green smoke into your face, making you cough. A sting on your cheek made you wince.

“Such a cutie patootie. Look at the little baby. Trying to impress me. Naw~” He pinched your cheek and shook it.

“Who’s a dirty little succubus? You are~”

His grip was hard, making you remember that you were not in a position to pose any kind of threat to a royal–he was most likely trying to remind you of that reality now.

“Who’s my little angry fly hissing at me?
You are! You are!” 

Mammon cooed, genuinely adoring your pathetic display, now squishing your face with two of his hands. Your face heated up as the embarrassment sank in.

“Okay, okay, now quit playin’ around and get the drip off ya fancy tits, will ya?” he commanded, slapping your butt again. The fiery slap burned like hell, making you yell and making the tall demon chuckle in response.

Another wave of sass was building up, so you chose to flee to the bathroom.

Okay, you could admit that there was one big advantage of Greed’s biggest prick using you like a sex toy: getting to shower in the most awesome bathroom ever. 

As soon as you entered the bathroom, you stripped off your clothing and ran into the gloriously big shower. While you might have missed out on one hell of an orgasm today, you’d certainly earned yourself a free entrance to that beauty of a bathroom. 

The warm water soothed your tense muscles. You moaned at the gallons rushing down your body. Heck, who cares if everyone could see you naked? This was the real shit. From the expensive body wash, shampoo, and lotion. You used them all. 

Stretching out your personal spa treatment, you started to hurry when it felt like he might notice that his guest was missing. Though you doubted that. His thoughts were so self-centered, he probably forgot you were there.

After you dried yourself off, you noticed that your clothes had vanished and had been replaced by a fluffy green bathrobe displaying Mammon's famous visage on the back, and…

Why were you surprised? 

Right next to the green fabric lay a big white cloth you identified as an adult diaper.

Was he…serious?

It couldn't be helped. The consequences of your lies had caught up to you. There was nothing else you could do but go along with it. Of course he had no hygiene products on hand for these matters, but you wondered where a diaper of all things was coming from?

Putting it on, you were impressed. The size was a perfect fit! Now, on to the other item.

When you touched the soft surface, you couldn't help but grab that thing and cuddle it close. What godly material was that??

Sinking your face into the fabric and inhaling the clean scent, you jumped in surprise when a stranger cleared their throat right beside you.

“Your Majesty is waiting for you in his gaming chambers.” 

A small imp dressed in a pitch-black dress bowed her head.

Fuck! So he did notice you were taking too long!!

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I lost track of time! The shower…it was just so nice, so I kinda didn’t realize–haha. I didn't mean to keep him…his majesty waiting,” you said, embarrassed, hoping you didn't seem like some uncultured commoner in such a high-class household.

Well, you were an uncultured swine, but if you were uncultured, what was their king, with his horrible table manners?

The imp didn't react to your pathetic excuse, but simply nodded and led the way. Chasing after her, you swiftly slipped into the robe.

Halfway there, you wondered what he was up to this time.

When you entered the room, you didn’t expect to find Mammon in a position like that.

Dressed in a more casual jumper, the king of greed hung upside down from the ceiling. 

One leg curled around a thick string of green, while one lower and one upper hand held the fabric tight.

His left upper hand hastily tapped on his phone. With a bored expression, he watched whatever the screen was seemingly demanding him to do. 

The small imp right next to you patiently waited for her master to finish whatever task had captured his attention.

The big hunk of a man, high up in the air, grumbled. 

Nervously, you looked at the servant next to you, who deciphered his noises of irritation. “Your guest is here, your sinfulness. “

“Yeah, I can fucking see her. Leave her there and shoo, ya snot.” he grumbled with an annoyed voice.

Your new little friend left in an instant, but you wished she’d taken you with her.

Leave her there. So you should just stay here on the spot, or…? You nervously fumbled with your fingers. For some reason, you didn't like the energy he was emitting right now. 

Everything was quiet except for the sounds of his animated typing. Then, with a quick flex of his fists (which were holding onto the web), the giant spider demon descended down to the gigantic cushioned ground below. 

It was as mesmerizing as it was scary. Maybe the eerie feeling tickling your skin was a speck of instinct ingrained in your unconscious mind? A hellborn feeling the need to cower and submit themselves in the presence of one of the creators of Hell. Any powerful demon might have this kind of effect.  

You instantly wondered how different those of royal blood and the original demonic entities of the realm really were compared to measly mortals like you, whose only purpose was to obey them. Fulfill every wish. Follow every command.

Were they really untouchable divine beings whose complexity was impossible for your simple brain to understand? 

The tall green chunk gently landed on the soft ground, his eyes still fixed on his device. The glowing threads vanished into thin air as soon as he let go of them.

Then, Mammon threw his phone out of the room. Curled up in a sitting position and stretched out every one of his limbs. 

“EVERYBODY CAN SUCK MY FURRY ASS!!”

And now you stopped wondering about the enigma that was the Deadly Sin in front of you and immediately went back to regretting all of the decisions that led you here.

His head whipped toward you and his eyes popped open curiously.

“Ey, show me what ya got under that dress!” He smirked and pointed to your robe.

Flustered, you pulled the robe around yourself more tightly, trying to cover yourself more.

“Come on! Show me!! Show me!!” The demon clapped his hands enthusiastically.

Not wanting to disappoint him, you opened the robe, not only showing off your diaper, but also your tits. Better get it over with.

“BAHAHAHAHA! Look at you, doll!” He whistled at you. “Sexy sexy!! Bet there’s a kink for that! But I gotta disappoint you. That ain’t nothing for me.”

Humiliated once again, you took it like a champ this time. As long as he only chose to be the biggest dick alive and didn’t do anything else to you, you could live with that. Just an annoying voice you could block out entirely.

Closing your robe, you waited for your next humble royal mission to aid the wacky king in question. A green cloud poofed in front of him, revealing two controllers.

“You up for a run, diaper girl?” 

Okay, another night of multiplayer games! Why not?

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That night turned out to be quite entertaining. While you may not have gotten what you initially wanted, the hours of fun were priceless to you. Mammon couldn't help cracking a few more diaper jokes, but you simply ignored every single one and chose to focus on the coins and blocks on the screen.

With all of the horrid things happening around you, you came to realize it was actually more than welcome to have this big ass of a demon snatch you up from time to time and grant some hours of sex and games.

The rest of the week was pretty uneventful. Some colleagues tried to console or confront you about the incident, but you ducked every question and avoided every topic that could possibly bring back those terrifying memories.

As if your body wasn't worn out already, it seemed to try its best by knocking on your noggin and yelling: “You know, about the diapers… Guess what we did not do this month.”

Oh fuck me.

Yes, your period kicked in about a week later, but not gracefully. Oh no, it crashed through the door like a killer in the old 80s slasher movies. “Bitch, it's time to die!” Needless to say your mood swang from a spontaneous murder spree to an anxious horror trip. The pain. No! We are not talking about the pain!

Today your assigned task was close to where the accident happened. Unfortunately, you heard two succubi chatter about your narrowly avoided fate. It seems that the man was distracted by your unnecessary chatter which led to missing one major safety check for the transport, causing the accident. The truth and reassurance that the man's life was brutally taken, and splattered apart, made you sick to the stomach. Hiding inside the storeroom for cleaning supplies, you waited for the familiar nausea and numb feeling on your skin to go away.

Right when you needed it most, you received horny text messages written in capital letters and classic errors.

“HEY

MY COCK + YOU = 😋👉👌
TONIT”

At first, you wondered who Tonit was, but then you spotted the typo. In your mischievousness, you wrote: “Your weenie =🤏😒”, but didn´t dare to send it. The fact you typed this cocky message in the chat with the Sin of Greed filled you with such an unhealthy amount of pride and a false sense of power. You cackle like an old cartoon villain looking at his innocent message and your evil one. However when you shifted in your seat and bent forward so nobody could see you, your fidgety fingers accidentally brushed the send button instead of tapping delete.

As soon as you saw the text field ascending into the chat, you screamed in panic and jolted up from your seat as the adrenaline shot through your legs. In an absolutely highly agitated state, you tried your damn best to exterminate that damned text as fast, but also as precise as possible. Try to tap fast, without crashing your screen, when your legs tell you to fucking run for it!

It was only mere seconds before the message was up. Dizziness clouded your face as you sank back in your chair, but your whole body froze in an instant when you saw the horrifying word „ online“ right on top of the chat. Another piercing yell escaped from your normally well-reserved self, making everyone whip their heads around to you. Honestly, you couldn't care less.

When the sign turned back to offline, you relaxed a little, but then out of nowhere a message shot up.

“I FUCKING SAW THAT.🫵”

You internally screamed each letter of the alphabet in an incorrect order.

Instantly you answered back: “NOOOO!!! NOOOOO!!!”

“🤣” Was all you got.

Staring at the smiley, you pondered what that could mean? Is he secretly mad and tries to play it cool? Better to make that one clear.

“Sorry, it was just a joke! I didn't mean it of course! 😅”

You pressed send and instantly regretted it. Maybe you should have worded it differently? Or maybe used another smiley? Should you add another smiley to make it extra clear that you didn't mean to spite him?

“ HAHAHHHAHAHAAHA

CORSE NOT

A dick bigger than two Toy Fizzies can´t be 🤏

You should know, you felt it firsthand.😂😂😂”

You groaned in embarrassment. There we go again with the slut talking. Okay, now what could you wri- never mind, he texted you again.

“Let's try it again:

You + my magical royal candy cane + today = 😝😏”

Shit, you can´t tell him you´re still on your period… right? Oh, wait! Chances are high he has no idea how that works!! On the other hand, it´s fairly possible that an immortal millennial-year-old entity does know how periods work. Damnit. Should you lie?

Fuck that, let´s annoy him and be an inconvenience. If he acts up, you´ll simply send him a photo of your blood, lol.

“Sorry… still on my period. : /” you wrote, giddily waiting for his answer.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Okay how much”

What? How much blood? How much money- No he is probably referring to the blood flow.

“Still in full bloom.🥀✨”

“NO FUCK YOU
NO WAYYYYY?!?!” he wrote back.

Oh fuck! So he does know how the female body works?! Shit!

“Sorry, mine likes to act up all the time.🥺 You were lucky you didnt fetch me on my strawberry days!” Yes, that's it. Make yourself as disgusting as possible for that big clown.

“Strawberry days?? WTF is that??

nevrmind don wanan know

fuck

hm

…

…”

Okay, were you supposed to answer or just sit there and wait until His Highness finally got a proper response? You immediately pinched yourself for thinking about the King of Greed in such a mocking manner. Don´t get comfortable, he's still royalty and you are nothing but vermin to his kind!

“Meh

Come over.

Suck my dick and then let´s play. I got another human game!! It´s single-player, but you can watch me and help. Wanna play that without cheating u know”

You sighed. So this was it? You get to pleasure him, get nothing in return, and as a “reward” you get to watch him brag about his gaming skills and then probably not take any advice since he “already tried that!!” and “what the fuck there is nothing there!! ARE YOU BLIND?! THERE IS NO- oh, there it is…”. Yes, his presence is a true personal gain to your life.

On the bright side: food, a warm and not stinky place, and best of all: far far away from your thoughts!

Alright, there are benefits after all.

…………………………………………………………………………………….

The same shady bus with the same shady hybrid picked you up and delivered you over to greed. For the occasion, you choose a loose shirt that can be pulled off easily without him tearing it up. Better not give him any funny ideas if you took too long ridding yourself of your clothes.

When you entered the grand penthouse, you were prepared for everything. Would he teleport here naked again? Would he order you into a dark room and make you search for his dick?

“HEY RAT, OVER HERE!”

Okay? Charming. Following the sound of his sweet and melodic voice, you were quick to spot the king of all jesters in the same room you had already spent hours with him: his gaming cave.

When you entered, you were quite stunned to find him in a big green onesie. Half laying half sitting in a big pile of pillows adjusted to his liking. His lazy posture granted him the most ungraceful double chin you had ever seen. His mouth was smeared with green crumbs and powder of his cheatos.

Well, you had to revoke your statement: you were prepared for almost everything.

“STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT. Fucking trashcan with panda ears.”

Taken aback, you tumbled a few steps backwards, afraid that you might have encountered him in the wrong mood. The fat jester looked at you confused and raised an eyebrow.

“Gah, not you, ya floozie. Was talkin' to the game. Get your ass over her. Dick´s not gonna suck itself dry.”

Uncomfortable by his rough tone, you slowly approached him. Your senses were on high alert. You didn't like the mood he was in at all.

“Now why are ya gawkin like that? Never seen a man having a rough day? If you can bleed all over the floor and look like shit, so can I!!”

Wait, did you really look that bad? You doubted he was referring to him having his period, but more comparing his average suffering to your monthly unwilling blood sacrifice for fertility.
Not wasting another glance your way, he unzipped the lower part of his fluffy onesie.

x x x x x

Seating yourself right next to him, you waited for instructions as you saw him fumbling with his crotch somewhere inside his clothes. Shouldn´t you be the one to do that? Get him all riled up?

“There ya go, now have fun.” Mammon spat and pulled you over his thigh.

You were now face-to-face with that monstrosity of a dick. Unholy fuck, it was still growing! Staring at it in awe, you observed the striped tentacle growing and twitching as it pumped itself up. If you were to look up, you would have seen his devilish grin as he watched you gawk at his member. No need for you to touch it, pride did the job just fine in getting his large chunk to full size.

“It don't´ bite. Why so scared today? Touch it.”

Carefully, you poked it, earning a chuckle from the king above. Well, he did say to have fun, right? Not giving him the chance to force you against his squishy dick, you decided to finally get a close feel for him. Call it a dick study, if you will.

I was large indeed. Striped like his slimy tongue. When you gently stroked it with your bare hand, you noticed it was a bit moist already. The surface was smooth and slippery. Never have you seen a cock like that before. While it was very squishy and soft in density right now, you knew that as soon as the greedy bastard reached his orgasm it changed shape. Becoming wider and firm.

The tiny knobs on the base traveling up also added to the friction. You almost couldn't feel them when they were in a soft state, but when they became hard- uff! They would rub against your G spot just fine when he took you from behind.

Damn, now you really mourned not having the opportunity to have that thing inside you, but you were not stupid enough to ask him if he was in for that. In addition, you doubted he would even consider putting a condom on.

You gently traced the soft surface all the way down to the base. Wait, now that you thought about it: Where are his balls? They are nowhere to be seen. Pressing your fingers through his fur, you searched the rest of the area.

Mammon seemed to know about your current objective. He grabbed your head, hoisted you up, and forced you to look at him. Leaning against his belly while he squished your cheeks tightly, you saw a wide toothy grin spread on his features. “If yer looking for sum balls, ya ain't gonna find them. They´re inside so no free ballin´ for you. Hahaha, of course, you'd wanna suck on them.” The cocky bastard now rubbed both of his lower hands against each side of your face and cooed at you: “ Naw, sorry to disappoint you, my little nymphomaniac.”

You wiggled out of his painful grasp but plopped right back down between his legs. His giant dong greeting you again.

“Yeah, yeah! Not gonna keep you off your favorite friend, don´t worry!” the jester laughed and pushed you against his twitching member. If you weren't hidden by his fat belly, he´d see exactly how your face contorted in disgust. Suddenly his dick looked way too biteable.

Instead of stinging it with your harmless pointy teeth, you decided to strangle it and get your frustration out, just like that. Grabbing it at the center you began squishing it hard, which created a needy twitch as a response. When you start to stroke it as firmly as possible, Mammon just moaned in return.

Alright, you fat fuck, let´s see what your dick can take.

Your inspection had turned into a little wrestling session as you did your damn hardest to hurt that jerk of a demon´s member. At one point you even jammed it in a tight hug, but that thing would just make one twitch and instantly pry your arms open.

During your furious attacks, Mammon was enjoying the sensational treatment.  Humming and moaning, he paused the game and focused solely on your laughable assassination attempt on that striped tentacle between his legs.

“Ya trying to squeeze the sauce out of it? Doll, that ain't gonna work like that.” The tall jester bent forward and tried to get a good look at your unusual hand job. When he saw your flushed cheeks, he instantly felt pride in how his member seemed to work you up so much, but on closer inspection, he noticed the scowl on your features and how hard you tried to squeeze it. Were you dumb? You knew how to get him going, so why are you trying to wrestle it with full force?

“Ya done with squeezin´ hard? Get moving! I need more speed! Even your great-grandma could wank it faster than that!” he spat.

You looked up at him in shock. Before you could ask, he put his hands over yours and started shaking his hands up and down.

“There we fucking go! Keep that pace! Go on, Go on!!” Mammon commanded, but in reality, you had no choice but to follow the pace, since he didn't let go. The big demon started to pant and tightened his hold on your hands in order to squeeze his cock more. His grasp became so strong that it began to hurt. Desperately, you tried to pull them out, but his hands wouldn't bug.

Through his moaning and panting he couldn't hear your pained wincing. If he continued like that, he would break your hands. “Ouh..ouh! Please - LET GO!!” You yelled at him.

Suddenly he removed his hands, and since you put your whole weight backward you fell back right onto a few snack bags. The sudden cracks made you jump back up.

“Quit muckin' around, would ya?! Get your bloody hands back 'ere! I ain't done yet!!” the fat demon in front of you barked. His hands were still working on himself. Quickly you rushed over and pressed your hands against the tip and the base- far away from his own so he couldn't trap you again by accident. Was it an accident if the guy didnt care he ́d break them in the first place?

Fuck, no time to wreak your head about his morals, you really did have a job to do. Lucky for you his cock began to harden and take a girthy shape.

“Yeah….fuck… suck it!” he said under strained breath.

Hell no, you aint gonna suck it like that! Maybe lick it?! Yeah! Let´s do that- but before you could even put your tongue on it, gallons of his sticky juice erupted from the raging cock before you. Even when you leaned to the side, a good portion still landed on you.

The Sin of Greed, a moaning and cursing mess by now, shakily stroked his length, riding out his orgasm as much as he could.

“Ah, that was fucking amazing, mate. Dunno how ya do it, but somehow ya always manage to make me chuffed!” Mammon´s breath was heavy, indicating he really did have a good time. How was he so easy to cum, though.

“Ah great. Now lick it.”

You did a double-take. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, you´re excused, now lick it all up for me, would ya?” Mammon leaned forward, looking you in the eye with that bastardy grin. Oh no, that guy wanted to watch you doing it. When you didn't react right away, he suggestively wiggled for you to have a taste.

The question “Do I have to” was written all over your face, but somehow he seemed to enjoy being a dick. Mammon wiggled his eyebrows and his grin widened, showing off rows of big sharp teeth. Groaning in defeat, you then started to lick the first drops from the now softening tip.

A clawed hand dug its fingers into your scalp so you can´t pull away. Another worked up moan escaped his lips. A sudden twitch from his striped member made you jolt, making the sin laugh out loud.

“HAHAHAHA! Don't worry, mate! It´s harmless for the most part. C'mon, give it a lil pash.” with that he smooshed your face against the slick surface. It was warm and thanks to his now softer state it felt more like being pressed into a ballon than a hard muscle. Fuck, now you really had to kiss that bastard´s little bastard.

Humiliated you planted your lips on it, but suddenly you felt his dick move around in a weird way. Suddenly the tentacle started to writhe around your face. You screamed in panic and tried to push it away from you with both hands.

Mammon broke out in bellowing laughter. “AHAHAHAAHA SORRY BABE! Couldn't help myself! But aw, look! He likes you!”

You still struggled to keep it away since that damn thing would always slide out of your hands and back in your direction.

Mammon tentacle dick is not real, it can't hurt you they said. UP YOUR ASS! MEANWHILE THAT TENTACLE DICK WAS TRYING TO ATTACK YOU. No, that freaked you out! Why did he hide that stupid trick for so long?! So now he AND his dick were trying to assault you?! As irrational as that fear was, you had seen enough horror movies where an alien or tentacle crawled into someone's mouth and… SHIT NO!

Below you had a fucking fight with a serpent, while the greedy jester laughed his ass off from above. The worst of it all, since his hand had a hold of your head it was impossible for you to get away. That sicko enjoyed watching you trying to win against his weird dongzilla.

Enough was enough. “GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME NOW.” You screeched hysterically.

“Alroight, alroight calm down.” With that, he let go of you in an instant. As soon as you felt his grip was gone, you sprung up and flew a short distance away from the couch. Still cackling from his mischievous prank, the king of clowns leaned back into his self-made backrest of pillows. “Naw, don´t make a fuss about it, he just got excited, ´s all! Had no special care for years, ya finally woke him up. Ain´t that right my big sweet fella.” he cooed to his own member making you cringe internally.

Yes, you were aware of dicks like that, but you didn't expect that your sleeping beauty kiss woke up a dormant monster. Then it dawned on you. Oh Satan! Next time you´d have that thing inside you he will pull shit like that!

With a snap of his fingers, servants rushed in and handed him a wet towel. For a few seconds, you were sure he´d demand his servants to clean it, but he took that task upon himself. Seeing you still fluttering high up in the air, Mammon shot you a snotty look and pursed his lips. “Your fault, should have eaten it when you had the chance. If you behave, maybe I´ll let you have some next time,” he said while wiping the rest of his thick and slimy cum off his striped member.

Oh, you will make sure to behave worse.

“Besides, seems ya already snatched a snack for along the way.” he taunted and wiggled his eyebrows.

At first, you had no idea what he meant, but then when you touched your cheek, your fingers immediately felt the sticky slime. As you pulled them away for a closer look, strings of goo still clung to your cheek. For fucks sake.

“Uh…” you started, but you couldn't pry your eyes away from the thin string of jizz becoming longer and longer the farther away you put your hand. Finally having enough, you just shook it off. “May I use the bathroom, now?”

Meanwhile, he finished cleaning and pulled the zipper of his onesie back up. “Ya may, cum cake.” he chuckled mischievously at his uncreative nickname.

After you had tried to clean his fluids off your face and clothes, you decided you could also just take a shower as well. As far as you remembered he preferred you in a clean state and to be honest, you felt all disgusting and dirty anyway. Your face and clothes only partly matched the mess in your pants right now.

x x x x x

As soon as you left the bathroom with clean clothes on- and who would have guessed- a fresh pair of diapers provided just for you by the servants, you flew back to the greedy monster that earned its nickname: Sin with benefits. Maybe next time you get those sweet electro hands again.

Since you felt more confident in approaching the sin and almost sure he wouldn't break your neck just for fun, you casually plopped next to him, even allowing your leg to slightly touch his. Now refreshed and clean, you felt like a whole new person. Let's see how long that-

Without warning the big jester grabbed both of your wings, lifted you off the soft floor, and put you right between his legs. Instantly your face began to sweat fearing he´d demand another round of special treatment, or worse: His tentaclezilla ambushing you from behind! But neither was the case.

The fat demon propped himself up into a sitting position, his round belly brushing you from behind, making you blush like crazy. Your heart pounded against your rib cage because you had no idea what he was up to.

“There now! Your turn!” with that a green and black you-sized controller dropped in your lap. Confused, you stared at it, but when you looked up at the ginormous TV screen, you saw Mammon turning the controller settings from controller one called “MINE” to controller two named “other loser”.

“You... you want me to play? I never played that! I don't even know how it works…Safe what to do?!” you protested, but that didn't seem to be an issue for him. Two beefy arms from behind now trapped you between them. The lower set of hands wrapped around yours, which were shakily clinging to the controller.

“There-” he started and pushed the buttons and thumbsticks. You moved your fingers away so his claws had better access. “Use that to move around. With that, you unlock shit. There you can look at the watch. There´s a map on it.”

Unfortunately, you were only half-listening, since you were locked in by his two chunky arms and his belly now pressing against your back. There was no way to escape. The intense physical contact made you both nervous and somehow feel oddly comfortable. It was hard to determine if he was mansplaining or genuinely nice to you right now? Why would he let you play, though?

“- See now avoid these shit robots. They look like pushovers in a suit, but—Oi! Are ya even listenin'?!” he knocked on your head.

“Yes! Sorry, I am tired! Uh…What was that one again?” you asked ashamed, sure he had already told you. Mammon groaned and explained it all for your lil dummy brain again.

……………………………………………………………………..

“There, to the left. That's not left. I SAID LEFT, YOU CUNT?!” The sin screamed at you while tilting your whole head to the left with his hands grabbing your horns.

“THERE IS NOTHING THERE, I TOLD YOU!” you spat back for having him scream at you for the fiftieth time in the last few hours. “ It´s a dead end! We´ve been there before!”

You turned around just to prove your point.

“NO, LOOK THERE IS- Oh. Okay, go straight ahead. THERE! IT GLOWS! GO THERE!”

Trying to maneuver through the dark labyrinth from an ego perspective wasn't that easy. And with that easily agitated giant manbaby behind you, it wasn't in any way easier to hold your focus, because every time he opened his mouth something stupid or unhelpful came out.

“We can´t go straight! There must be some way around it, or maybe we can get to that spot from below?” you pondered aloud, more to yourself than your gaming partner.

After a few hours of playing you were in such a relaxed state that you ended up resting against his soft belly like it was a massive cushion. You even dared to ask for a pillow to support your lower back and a blanket which some servants delivered to you in an instant. However, you weren't brave enough yet to ask if you could get a share of his snacks.

Suddenly a loud cackling from behind set you both on high alert. You turned your character every which way to find the source.

“There. THERE! THERE! HE IS OVER THERE!” Mammon screamed almost right beside your ear.

“Where is there?!” you screeched.

“THERE!” he yelled in a high-pitched tone, grabbed your shoulders and thrashed you to the right.

His antics were highly irritating and so unnerving that you lost all sense of touch in your tone or wording.

“FUCKING STOP SHAKING ME, DAMNIT! I DON´T SEE HIM! POINT LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, equally nervous that your pursuer might catch you any second. When you heard another laugh and metallic sounds to your right you turned around and fled, but ended up in the same shitty dead end you had always warned Mammon about.

“ARE YOU STUPID?! RUN BITCH!! RUN FUCKING RUN!!” Mammon took your wings and anxiously flapped them as if that would help you run in the game faster?! Your fingers are already tensed up, making you miss many buttons.

“AAH STOP THAT!!” You growled, trying to block out his shaking and rocking around.

Just when you turned around to see if the bot was still right behind your ass, you both got immediately jump-scared by a twisted visage taking over the whole screen. Mammon screamed in bloody horror with his demonic voice and in addition, sent off a few green sparks. None of them struck you, as it seemed these types of sparks are mostly harmless and never zap anyone.

You didn't know what scared you more: Getting caught by the animatronic or the deadly sin behind you grabbing you tight and screeching like a madman.

After a few breaths to calm down your racing heart, you turned around and violently poked his belly. “For the love of a strap, why are you such a chicken?! You are immortal and you are not even playing!”

The jester wiped the sweat off his face and opened his onesie to cool off after the shock, exposing the fluff of his chest. “Yeah?” He breathed “But not in the game?! I can die there!!” You threw your hands up in the air in response and glared at him in disbelief. Then the shaken clown tapped your forehead. “So stop being so insensitive! You have no idea how scary that is for someone like me!”

“What?!” you scoffed. It's not like almost every hell-born in hell is afraid to die a horrible death on these streets! That sadistic bastard knew very well that a majority was pissing their pants when they were around him!

“No worries, I´m not offended.” the chonky demon patted your head, making you snarl in return, but he simply ignored it.

Suddenly your stomach started growling. Very loud.

Fuck, you haven't eaten in a while. You had no dinner since you were half expecting he´d give you something in return for showing up. Oh what a fool you were. Maybe you could ask? What's the worst he's gonna do?

“Mammon?” It was still weird addressing him so casually. “Can I… well, maybe only if it's alright with you- “ When you started mumbling, you instantly noticed his eyes squinting slightly. “like… could I maybe have some... snacks?” you stuttered, but the question felt like it was something incredibly terrible to ask for.

“Yeah, nah, sure!” he smiled at you warm-heartedly. The tension and uneasiness dissolved.

"Oh, really?" you beamed excitedly.

“Yeah, right! And would ya like some hot choccy, sleep in me bed, and have some of me corporate stock too?” he continued in a sweet voice, but you realized that you had made a grave mistake.

“I-I am sorry I just thought maybe-”

“What the fuck, no?! Maybe-maybe suck my ass?! How's that?!” his features instantly twisted into an utterly pissed frown. “Ya come here, let you treat me nicely, I give you a bloody free shower and a wash cause you fucking reek of street muck and now ya beg me for food?! What am I?! Some charity vending machine?!” he spat, straightened his back to his full height and then raked his head over you making you shrink by his intimidation.

“I-I am sorry I was just asking-” you stuttered, but he wouldn't let you finish.

“I-I-I just thought. What did ya think?! Who do ya take me for? Do you have any idea who I am? The prince of sharing? NO! THE KING OF GREED! If ya don't get that in your noggin, then yer even more stupid than I initially thought, ya bloody brainless bimbo!”

You flinched at his hurtful insult. So it was true, you were just a no-brain quick on-demand fleshlight to him. You bit your lower lip as you felt your eyes sting. Tail wrapped around you and your wings flopped a bit over your shoulders in a comforting self-hug. Not wanting to show your weakness and vulnerability you looked down in case a tear would escape you.

Pleased that his quick reality check had the desired effect, he leaned back into his nest of cushions and switched the controller settings back to his. With a nonchalant expression, he continued the game. He simply let you sit there in front of him fighting the crushing humiliation and bitter shame.

A horrible stinging spread in your chest. You hugged your legs close, watching as the Sin indeed didn't give a shit about your pathetic being. Right now it didn't matter to him if you were somewhere out there dying or inside his home. Face it, you were nothing but a plaything to him. Easy to replace with any random demon. You just had luck that he stumbled upon you.

“HEY I FUCKING GOT THE GENERATOR!! I just walked out, tossed some shit, and found the last one! FUCK YEAH!” Mammon cheered and clapped his lower hands. However, you just sat there, feeling absolutely miserable, while he ran around in the game and had fun.

Are you stupid? What are you still doing here? Giving him another reason to “prove” that you were just a pathetic nobody. His demeanor showed exactly that he didn't give a rat's ass about you.

You crawled out of sight and then addressed him from the side of the couch. “Cool… I´ll… I´ll be on my way then.” You mumbled defeated.

“What? Yer leaving?” the jester asked startled. Then he groaned, rolled his eyes -well it looked like it- and took a fist full of snacks and threw them your way. You looked at the scattered pieces confused. “There, happy now?” Mammon huffed annoyed.

“Cheese, is it that hard to bring your own snacks? Ya can’t crash at someone’s place and expect them to serve ya like you're bloody royalty! I mean, look at me! I’m a chill bloke! You waltzed in here on your damn nasty period! Every other guy would've thrown ya out already. I ain't as stuck-up as those other uppity fucks, but still! Don’t expect me to hand ya shit just 'cause I’m rich. No offense, but it makes ya look like a moocher, ya know? A reeaaall turn-off for a chick.”

His attention went back to the game with a slight frown still on his face. Looking down at the measly crumbs he so generously tossed at you and then back to his brat-ass spoiled face, you collected what little self-respect you had and decided to leave.

“I…” you started shakily “-had a shitty week, okay? It was just a question-” but then he interrupted you:

“Yeah, a stupid one, thanks for that.”

Ticked off by his outrageously rude behavior, you puffed your chest out. “Yeah? Okay-” Then you held your breath.

Don´t say it. Don´t say it. Don´t call him a selfish overblown bastard and suck his own dick if he likes his freakin´ royal jizz so much. Don't you dare!

“Fffine,” you growled. “I will… take that into consideration , my lord. Thank you.” With that, you turned around and headed straight for the door, but stopped when he started talking again.

“Tsk, look who's pissed. With an attitude like that, ya ain't gonna have much friends in this world, I tell ya.” He answered half-heartedly, still focused on that game since you simply weren't worth the attention.

Your brain burning with anger, you simply pressed out an annoyed. “Mhm .”

You even swore you heard him mutter a “cunt” when you left the room for good.

Fucking Bastard.

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Last night at Mammon´s penthouse made you feel miserable to an extent you did not even want to admit to yourself. Just when you started to feel somewhat comfortable around the big demon, even enjoying yourself and thinking you´d be okay, that clown ball of a Christmas tree had to spit at you like that.  
 
Why did you even care? From the first second on, he treated you like nothing but garbage. A disposable on-demand fuck bunny, that´s what you were to him. Hell, he didn't even pay you for your services! 
 
No matter how much you turn it, you were nothing to him. You bet that he already snatched the next rando to stick his dick in. Well, wasn't this just what you wanted? Didn't you try to piss him off, so he'd leave you alone for good? Yes, that outcome was for the best. Despite everything, you still had to look out for a second job. It's funny though that banging the richest demon in hell didn't even help pay your bills after all. So you basically only received the cons of sleeping with a rich asshole.  
 
Finally, another awkward and odd chapter in your life came to an end. Well, that's what you thought. 

Good for you actually, because the next day you had a job interview for a position as a part-time cleaner in a bouldering club. You'd take a few shifts very late at night or incredibly early in the morning. The bonus: You were allowed to use the showers after that since vacuuming the chalk-powdered mats would leave you messy and sticky.  

Second income: Check.  

Lower water bill: Check. 
 

Yes, now the odds were in your favor again! Or so you thought.  

 
You couldn't believe your eyes when a text message from Mammon with the word “hey” popped in after two days. Nothing more. Just a plain and simple “hey”. Even after a few hours, no new message appeared. 
 
Fuck, now that really put you in a tricky situation! Wait, no, it didn´t? Just say no! No, you didn't feel like having any more interactions with him! Absolutely not! He could suck your ass for all you cared! 
 
But what should you write? 
 
You eyed the message again. Hey - what was that even? Why did he feel the need to write that? Say “no” to hey? Wouldn't it be weird if you were to write a whole paragraph about why you didn't want to meet him anymore after a quick useless greeting? What were you supposed to do with that?? 
 
Why not write it? Plain and simple: “Hey, last time made me feel unwell and I don't feel like coming over again.” That was fine! Nothing wrong with that? 

You knocked your phone against your forehead repeatedly. BITCH, JUST WRITE IT!  
 
Wait, what could go wrong with telling a guy “no”? Fucking ask Bedsy! Parts of her remains must still be clinging to her apartment walls on the ground floor. Fucking Hell! Yes, tell a deadly sin - the one totally known as the calm and tolerant sin of greed - that you, a pleb, didn't want to provide your body for his odd power fetish. 
 
Looking out the window revealed another reason why your plan might fail: You were a fucking citizen of Greed now! He knew your address and worst of all, he was your king! Of course, he could force you to do whatever he desired or have you decapitated for solely displeasing him.  
 
Oh, what a wonderful idea to tell him “no”! 
 
Your stomach clenched into a tight knot as that cursed “hey” stared back at you. 
 
Instead of throwing yourself into the dangerous pit for a potential life-and-death game, you reacted as many women would if a guy didn't grasp the hint and feared he´d overreact: You ignored his message.  
 
Yup, pretend you didn't see it. 
 
Much to your dismay, after one day he replied to his own message with: “????” 
 
Fuck!! Now you had to answer! Okay, let's take the easiest route: Buy time and answer as little as possible. 
 
“Sorry, I was busy yesterday,” you wrote, but deleted the “Hey :)” at the beginning and then pressed “send”. Do you want to crawl up his ass again? Stop being so submissive! You scolded yourself mentally. 
 
When the three dancing dots appeared on your screen, your anxiety started to spike up and your chest began to feel tight. Oh, you should just close your phone, but waiting like a pig on death row on a meat farm wasn't ideal either. Let's get this over with. 
 
But after a few moments, the only message returning was: “Ah.” 
 
Okay, good! Now let's close that- 
 
He started writing again. Shit!! 
 
Wandering over to your bed, you hugged the blanket tight to ground yourself somehow. Your face and limbs tingled from all the nervosity rushing through your body. How were a few simple texts capable of putting you under so much stress? 
 
No answer. 
 
“Please! Leave me alone! No, get the fuck away from me!!”  You prayed. 
 
After ten minutes of waiting for an answer your adrenaline level started to decrease and you rolled on your back staring at the ceiling. Okay, time to make some food. 
 
Today, you felt like actually cooking. Cooking as in: You put frozen junk food in a pan and cook some rice. Hell, you even added tomatoes. Damn! 
 
Suddenly, you heard a quick buzzing sound. Only one time. You froze. 
 
A second time, fuck. 
 
Please, let it be anybody but him! But who else would even text you? You begged it was just an email. 
 
Nope. 
 
It was him, but he sent you images? Clicking on the notification revealed that the dreaded messages were not dick pictures or other self-flattering selfies, but… memes? 
 
“When your teammates get unalived one by one and here you are looting the corpses.” 
 
“When you're at a dead end and the horror music starts playing.” 
 
Looking at the memes, yes, you thought they were funny, but the fact that he was so unbothered about how your last gaming session ended irked you again. 
 
Then he sent another: “Yes, using your upper body does help move your character faster!” 
Mammon wrote: “HAHA SO ME” 
 
A part of your brain knew there were many creative ways to reply, but due to your current disdain for the green clown, it was quite impossible to find any fitting words. That guy really did not give a shit. Okay, you´re gonna ignore that. You didn't care! 
 
So you went offline and you hoped he saw that.  
 
Yet, after a couple of hours, remorse and the horror scenarios from earlier kicked in, so you decided to give at least a brief answer. 
 
“Lol” Okay, let's play cool and uninterested. Unfortunately, with that, you welcomed another few memes to your chat´s doorstep. Some were funny, some were just about games you never played and others were just insulting to weak or new players. Needless to say, you didn't feel any spark of motivation to engage with him further right now. 
 
No, you were not a resentful person. 
You were a gremlin of revenge and the fact that you could not give him a piece of your mind made you fume. 
 
The constant shift between crippling fear and seething anger has excessively drained your energy. Time to melt some simple cheese in the microwave as a snack. Back in the kitchen, which was just a few steps away, you jumped when your phone vibrated again. No, you would take your sweet time. Yet, from microwaving to returning to bed, your shoulders were tense the whole time. 
 
After unlocking your phone you almost got a heart attack. 
 
“Tomororw gaming night 
 
?” 
 
The urge to throw your phone out of the window was very strong, but due to your petrified fingers, you could only gape at the screen. Why? WHY? Didnt you piss him off? If you remembered correctly, he even called your attitude unattractive or something like that… 
 
No, this was a disaster! You assumed the greedy guy would feel the need to lash out at you again or try to guilt trip you, in order to make you beg for him to invite you back in, but not that he would act absolutely indifferent about what happened. 
 
Alright, let's go back to being busy and uninterested. Ghost the shit out of him.  
 
……………………………………………………………………………….. 
 
 
“Tomororw” passed, and you actually did manage to avoid and dodge his messages for a week! Yet, Mammon did not let you off the hook that easily. Whenever you wrote “Sorry have to work” or “I am with friends” he always answered with a simple “k”, “👍”, but then he wrote the unexpected: 
 
“U still mad about last week?🙄 
 
K, listen I´ve been nice to you and then you give me that BS.  
 
Real mature. 👍😉” 
 
Okay first, why were you so incredibly stupid to check your messages in your short break? Second, why would he bring that up now, and third: For Anti-Christ's sake, why did that message piss you off so much that it made your head spin? 

 
Oh, your fingers were tingling so bad to fire back at his mature behavior, but instead, you stomped your foot a few times to get that energy off and threw your phone back into the locker. When a coworker asked what was wrong, you growled in response: “My ex.” and went back to work. 
 
No, the troubling thoughts wouldn't stop plaguing your mind. It was as if a fire was devouring your chest. However, you used that pent-up energy and always picked the heaviest parcels before anyone else. Putting 200% into every action. When the shift ended and you supposedly were “available” again, you didn't even take a glimpse at your notifications. It was just that you had zero interest in gaining an insight into his opinion about you or what happened that night. Seriously, fuck that guy. 
 
Just to spite you even further, the hellavator down to Greed even played one of his songs. On top of that, a horrible ad for the new Fizzy merch rang through the whole tight space. No thank you, I don't want to buy a Fizzy Jar. Now you had another reason to delay checking your phone. 
 
At home, much to your surprise, you started cleaning. Thankfully, your phone was set on mute, so if he decided to lash out or call you a bloody cunt or bimbo, you could let him have that tantrum. The consequences of ignoring the sin of greed were a problem for future you. 
 
After scrubbing your tiny bathroom and kitchen and eating crackers, you finally decided to face the current situation. Your temper was back in check, so it was most likely a good time to see what chaos the big man-child pulled in there. 
 

To your surprise, there were no laughing-, winking- or other irritating emojis, but a long text. For a second you were worried he just sent death threats in the form of an essay. Slowly digging your way through each message, you were left with mixed emotions. 
 
To start with, yes, the asshat of a jester did continue his childish rant a bit, and you certainly didn't miss the three “message deleted”, but after a break of three hours Mammon had written again: 
 
“You know you can't just ask me for food. 
 
never 

Go to Oz and tell him to quit wanking!!! That´s a real dick move if u tell us to stop doing that 
 
*us sins 
 

You know how that makes me feel?? It's like a slap to the face and now you are mad at me?? You have no idea how hard it is for me. I let you in my apartment 
 
NOT MANY CHICKS ARE ALLOWED TO DO THAT ❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗ 

I´ve been nothing but kind to you and then you leave and don't even text me that you are mad. Now you ignore me and don't even talk to me????? 
 
I gave you food 
 
I let you sleep here 
 
Do you even know who you are talking to?? I gave you so much! I had a horrible day at work okay? One of my stocks crashed and IDK Y???? I thought, hey let's ask the cute little lady to come over and just have some nice fun.  
Then boom. K, you were bleeding. fine. I know you guys get hungry, BUT DONT JUST GRAB OR ASK FOR MY FOOD111111 
 
I was fucking stressed and feeling horrible, but you asked me the BLOODY sin of greed to share!! Do you not know that sharing is incredibly hard for me? How it makes me feel? Ever thought about that???? 
 
Yeah, you can throw stuff around like that or break stuff if you want and maybe others don´t care, but I DO. I must say I´ve been really holding myself back there. Told myself Hey she doesn't know, calm down. Maybe she is having a bad day too you know? 
 
I tried to ignore it even though I was still pissed. Wanted to have a good time STILL 
 
but then you leave just like that. You could have talked to me, you know? Not just go and then blame me for this. That´s unfair and childish” 
 
Your heart was hammering against your chest throughout reading all these messages.  The text hit you so hard that you couldn't even move to get more comfortable, as you were solely focused on his words.  
 
With a 20 minutes gap, he had added:  
“I ain't perfect, but at least I am somebody you can talk with. But cool to know that you think I am just somebody who you can just trash like that. 👌 Thanks.  
 
btw, not answering and ignoring me says more about you than me WHO WANTS TO TALK ABOUTIT. “ 
 
After reading that bomb, you had to take a minute to breathe. Your whole brain shut down. Now here you were, thinking you were cool and untouchable, while Mammon slapped the bitter truth in your face. Despite everything, he was right. You indeed could have opened your mouth. It was not fair. You should have at least explained to him in a polite way how you felt. Now you truly were a pathetic dumb bimbo. 
 
But fuck… how could you forget one of the most important traits of deadly sins? The sin itself is not a mere personality trait or a source of power that goes with their position. It was common knowledge that the sins suffer from their respective sins. The raw power flows through their veins and infests their souls, making them both the embodiment and the vessel of their sin. Other demon royalty don´t even possess a fraction of that pure dark energy. 
 
Queen Beelzebub once described her never-ending hunger as a dark bottomless pit consuming her every day. With a cheerful voice, she had added “But hey! It is what it is, right? If life gives you lemons you fucking grab some honey too if you can never get rid of these shit lemons. “  
 
That's what the mighty rulers of hell were: godlike powerful entities, cursed with a dark and twisted longing that would never end, no matter how much they tried to fulfill it. The phrase “If the Kings and Queens destroy and devour- you better run, you better hide and cower!”  
 
Mammon was said to be cursed with the undying urge for more. What once is his, he simply cannot share by nature. So you, an absolute fool, had asked for the very thing he was known to react allergically to: Sharing. Well done. Ask an addict if you could have his stash of drugs and he´d react the very same way. 
 
To sum it up, not only did you spit on his very much unusual hospitality by asking the fucking king of Greed for more, but you also thought it was appropriate to just ghost him after that… Furthermore, why was it his fault you were too damn stupid and wimpy to open your mouth to say no? How could he know? Well done, you miserable coward.  
 
The thumping of your heart did not cease in the slightest. Oh, you wouldn't be able to sleep until you apologized. You read his message again and again, hoping not to miss a point. 

 
You started with a hearty apology for not responding. However, you lied and said you were actually busy. You felt incredibly ashamed and didn't want to admit that you had an idiotic burst of: “I think I am the toughest shit.” Finally, you found the courage and dared to tell him that you felt that in his eyes you were just a disposable succubus whore from the streets, and thought he would forget about you anyway after you had been so rude to him.  
 
After sending the message, you noticed parts that could have been written better, so you edited it three times to ensure your point was clear. While you wrecked your brain, if there was more you could add to apologize, but not come off as desperate, the word “online” appeared under the jester´s icon.  
 
Your heart felt like it would burst free any second as you agonizingly waited for his response. 
 
Just like that, he went offline. 
 
The anxiety rose when you didn't even receive a response. That was surely enough time to read it! Should you add another “sorry” or a friendly “good night”?  
 
Nothing. Defeated, you put the phone on the charger and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. Your armpits were smelly from all the cold sweat your body emitted after the last half hour. 
 
Stepping out of the shower, the cool air hit your wet skin, grounding you after the intense shower thoughts. Half-heartedly drying you off, you immediately checked your phone again.  
 
Nothing.  
 
Standing there for about two minutes and staring out the window, you tried to fight the guilt building up inside you. Feeling drained and empty you plopped onto your bed and opened up social media, randomly browsing through videos and posts to keep your mind occupied with another task. 
 
As time advanced, with you still lying on the bed with your wet towel, your aching eyes instantly shot up when the app notification plopped into the top of your screen. After taking two shaky breaths, you tapped it. 
“Lol 
 
Why didn't you tell me sooner!! Don´t worry, it's alright. Im not a bad guy.😊 
Let's forget about it. Don´t worry. 😙” 
 
What.  
 
There was a wide range of possible ways for that guy to respond. After all, seemed to possess a rainbow of emotions, but this… this scared you. It took you off guard and you were at a loss of words on what to write. 
 
Unfortunately, he didn't leave you much time to collect your thoughts, because suddenly your phone started vibrating aggressively in your hands. The profile picture of Hell´s most famous jester covered the whole screen. You immediately jumped off your bed like a scared cat knocking everything off the table. When you got to your feet you resisted the urge to run in circles and swiped the green button.  
 
Taken off guard, you curiously gaped at the white-furred demon cozily cradling a glass of wine in what appeared to be a luxurious spa, illuminated by a soft, dim purple light.  It took you a few seconds to register the two green orbs blinking at you. Then it clicked. 
 
With a startled yelp, you dropped your phone, suddenly realizing that you had unintentionally joined a video call with the king of jesters. You cursed under your breath, feeling embarrassed at having picked up while likely looking all messed up. 
 
A loud booming laugh erupted from the phone. You immediately tried to somehow make your face look more presentable without a mirror. Picking up your phone with your cheeks so dark you could rival a blackberry, you cleared your throat and spoke: “Oh, shit! I´m sorry! I didn't know the camera was on!” 
 
Mammon chuckled and downed the red beverage in his glass, then mischievously cocked an eyebrow. “Oi, it's the first time I call ya with the bloody camera on and ya couldn't wait to get your tits out! Putting up a show just for me? Aww, you're so cute.” 
 
You tilted your head in confusion. “..your tits out?” As you looked down, you immediately realized what he was referring to. When did your towel fall off?! You bent down and quickly covered your top half again. Wait, your front camera didn't show your boobs- 
 
Oh lawd. You must have lost it when you dropped the phone and then he saw you butt naked bending over…oh fuck, somebody please end your misery. 
 
Mammon´s booming hollering laughter snapped your focus back to the phone call. “HAHAHAHAAHAH! Nah, don´t worry, sweet cakes! Happens to the best of us. Hahaha! One time, when I was bout to change my costumes during a concert, that lil fucktard imp was right in me dressing room when I tore that shit off! Lost my bloody sunglasses and had to bend over!! That cunt fucking saw the moon shine for a second!! Ahahahah!! Ya should have seen his face!!” The sin broke out into bellowing laughter and threw his wine glass away which shattered somewhere in the distance.  

While your face was still tinted a very dark hue, his story did help you to feel less embarrassed about exposing your private parts like that. You even managed to smile in return. “I hope you made him pay you for that private performance?” 
 
“Fuck! Should have done that!! Eh, had to get back on stage. Better serve those thirsty cunts in the front than lose time on that little wimp.” Mammon said casually, but his sore expression indicated that he was now bothered by not charging that guy for a free look.  
 
“Anyway! Now that things are settled, ya totally should haul your sweet lil pumpkin butt over to my penthouse tomorrow morning! How's that sound?” he exclaimed with a wide joyful grin. 
 
You scratched the back of your neck and mumbled: “Uh, I can´t-” 
 
“What?! Why?” he snapped upset. 
 
“Because tomorrow is a normal work day and I need to go to work,” you explained as if you confessed something forbidden to him. 
 
The wet fluffy demon threw his other three hands in the air, splashing water left and right. “Take a day off??”  
 
With an apologetic, uncomfortable expression, you narrowed your eyes. “Well, I can’t. I don’t have any paid leave yet since I’m still on probation…” 
 
“Okay?? Then say you're sick!” he spat, seemingly getting impatient with you and your flimsy excuses. 
 
“No…” you started. “I can´t. They might kick me out if I do that.” 
 
Instead of another witty response, he just stared at you, lips pressed together in an upset pout. The fact that the fluff of his cheeks and neck were plainly visible made him look oddly cute. Behold, this was one of the terrifying rulers of hell, staring daggers at you like an angry marshmallow hamster sitting in a bubble bath with a jester-hat-shaped towel wrapped around his head. If a Mammon-themed rubber duck was floating around in that tub, you'd totally lose it here and now. 
 
“Mmm” was all he grumbled. “Can't do night. Got a show and all. Shit.” 
 
“Sorry, I can't help it.” You said as you watched his camera shake slightly. It seems as if he was tapping on his phone. 
 
“Urgh ye. The day after tomorrow. At Night? Eight?” 
 
“Ah.. yeah wait. Gotta look- “ You instantly checked your calendar and were greeted with a blank space. Your first cleaning shift would start the day after that, but you could manage, you guessed. “Yeah! All free there!” 
 
“Good!” he clapped his lower hands, making the water splash. A bit of foam landed in his eye. “AGH BLOODY HELL.” After rubbing his eyes clean with a massive frown plastered on his face, the fat clown went back to his cheerful self. “Noice! See ya the day after tomorrow! At my penthouse! At eight! Don´t ya fucking forget!” he winked and finger-gunned. “My boys will pick ya up at half, so ya don't get your tiny little legs tired! And don´t be late!!” 
 
“Oh yes! No, I will- I mean, no I won't be late!” you stuttered nervously.  
 
“Hahah! That's what I like ta hear. Aight see ya, little sugar rat. Byeee!” With that, he ended the call. 
 
The phone call agitation wore off, leaving you standing in the middle of your apartment. Then it hit you. “Shit!! Why did you say yes to that?!” you hissed and threw yourself in the bed again. 
 
However, a knock from below stirred you up. "I didn't even yell this time, for hell's sake!" 
 
 
…………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 
 
 
At 19:15 you stood in front of the apartment building, patiently waiting for “the boys” to arrive. Why he called all of his servants boys was a mystery to you. You swore you had a female driver a couple of times.  
 
An unfamiliar run-down van rolled up to you. The door opened, but a familiar voice greeted you. “Heeeey, if that ain't my favorite bug collector!” 
 
Without hesitation, you hopped inside. “Bug collector?” you asked puzzled. 
 
“Yeeaah! My cousin used to live in one of these! Had a couple of nasty pests in there. Even bought a book so he can name all of them!” The lanky imp shark started chattering away casually. 
 
“Huh, never seen other bugs despite cockroaches. Do you think they'll come back?” you strapped your seatbelt tight, hoping he could give you any information on whether you should be prepared for an invasion or not. 
 
He leaned back and combed his white hair with his fingers. “Ney, after the house on the other side burned down- I think there was an illegal meth lab?- they probably got all killed.”  
 
“By the fire?” 
 
“Hah! Nope! By the landlord! Shit started an investigation, so they all had to make sure the apartments looked habitable! You´re lucky, gurl. Got a freshly renovated flat in that area! Still wouldn't lick the walls though… still probably full of that toxic shit.” 
 
Your eye twitched, hearing you obtained another apartment with a suspicious backstory. “Yeah, lucky me.” you laughed dryly. 
 
The imp didn't waste a second to change the subject. “So, another night for Bow Chicka Wow Wow with our majesty?” 
 
You rested your head back and nodded. “Yes. Thank you for picking me up by the way.” 
 
Rey simply waved you off. “Hey, it's my job and I am even getting paid for it! Ain't that nice? Just you and me… and the gun between my legs.” 
 
You instantly sat up straight. “Excuse me?!” 
 
“Yeah! Look!” Then he pulled a real gun out of his pants. “All loaded and ready to go, if anyone gives us shit!” 
 
Chuckling nervously, you unbuckled your seat belt and scooped a bit further away from him. “Ahaha… yes, how calming.” 
 
"Hey, I’m not an idiot! I engaged the safety, see?” With that, he pulled the trigger, but no shot was fired. “Better safe than sorry!” Despite his explanation, you stayed where you were. “Sorry, just haven't been around guns much,” you confessed. 
 
“Really? Huh, living in Greed and never had a gun to your head? Never been robbed before? But eh, you are close to the way up and down, so figure it´s a lot calmer here.” Rey packed the gun back into his pants and made himself comfortable on the stained seat. 
 
The sudden ride in silence bugged you. “So… does your cousin still live here?” 
 
Rey blinked a few times but then answered in a nonchalant tone. “Uh.. no. He's dead. Got shot with a gun.” 
 
 
………………………………………………………………………………………………………. 
 
 
After another fifteen minutes of even more awkward silence between you and your escort, you finally reached Mammon Tower. Two hellhounds accompanied you all the way up. A cheery jingle from an ad with Mammon blurting about new clown-themed merch must have created a comical image of you sweating between the two massive, bulky hounds. 
 
Entering through the large double doors reminded you more of entering an area to the end boss. Which he somehow was? But instead of the powerful demon king, you had to wrestle the serpent between his legs. If you were a video game character, his dick would probably be the only part of him you could fight with your stats? The image of a health bar appearing over his member with boss music playing wouldn't leave your mind as you stood in the middle of the first room suppressing a grin while waiting for a servant or the big guy himself.  
 
As soon as a small imp approached you, you sucked your lips in to hide your goofy smile.  
 
“His Highness is already waiting for you. Please follow me, miss.” The monotone and composed voice and her more than formal attire created a stark contrast between you, the grinning idiot, with your best streetwear clothes. Yes, you managed to put on something decent after washing your clothes. 
 
It was no surprise that she led you straight to the royal gaming room. Her statement of “His Highness is already waiting for you.” Was a bit of an overstatement. The large and round jester lay flat on his back in the middle of the sofa.  
 
And he snored very loudly, his big belly rising and falling with each breath. Part of his lower belly was exposed with white fur poking out. That chunk of a demon didn't look like he was waiting for anyone. Though, one controller was still stuck in one of his hands, so you assumed he simply passed out mid-game. A quick turn revealed that, yes indeed, must have succumbed to sleep, since the game went into automatic standby because of inactivity. Even his character was sleeping. 
 
“Your majesty, your guest has arrived.”  
 
Startled by her sudden loud exclamation you jumped and flew up in the air, but when you whipped your head back you discovered that the mountain of a man was still blissfully snoring. The servant bowed and turned to leave. 
 
“Hey, could you wake him up?” you pleaded, but she didn't react. Duh, you wouldn't want to wake him up either if you were him. Seems like it was up to you then. 
 
Graciously flying up next to him, you pondered how to wake him up, but you couldn't help observing his sleeping features. The fuzzy huge demon looked so much calmer and at ease in this state. From the black mask-like pattern around his eyes, and the white soft fluff to his pitch-black lips, Mammon in fact looked a lot less menacing without the big razor-sharp teeth and toxic green eyes constantly on display. Since he seemed unable to keep his mouth shut for one second, and the expressive big round glowing eyes always were looking at everything and nothing at all, you now had the rare chance to see the sin in his rarest form: Motionless and unexpressive. 
 
The loud snoring was the only disturbance to the somewhat peaceful display. Despite your enjoyment of the current comfortable silence, you decided it was for the best to wake him up rather sooner than later. With your index finger, you poked his beefy arm but got no response from him. 
 
“Hey…” you whispered, but nothing happened. 
 
When you gently tapped his cheek, his features immediately twisted into the most intimidating scowl. Tiny green eyes popped open above his large green ones, a sign for an absolutely pissed-off Mammon. A threatening growl made you back away. He bared his teeth and turned his head to the source that dared to disturb his sacred slumber: you. 
 
Forget about the hisses and growls you and your siblings made during a fight, this was on another level. Your heart immediately sank into your stomach. Freezing up, the aggressive energy emitted by the sin instantly made you fear for your life. One swift motion or a spell and he'd have your head rolling off your head.  
 
But as suddenly as the terrifying display appeared it vanished. The peaceful and tender expression was back on his features as if nothing happened. Collecting your thoughts, you still couldn't bring yourself to try and wake him up again. The feral warning he had given you was enough to keep your hands off him.  
 
Fuck, what should you do? 
 
 

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A healthy distance away, you placed yourself next to the sin and scrolled through your phone. After about twenty minutes you grew uneasy. It was wrong to just sit there, while your host was sleeping and unaware of your presence.

Instead of putting your life on the line again, you decided it was best to use modern technology for this kind of tricky situation. As soon as you dialed his number, the buzzing of a phone rang out somewhere close to his body. The large demon immediately sat up and grabbed his phone from the large front pocket of his hoodie. Still half asleep, Mammon eyed the screen but then spotted you in the room.

Confused and drowsy, he looked at the phone, then back at you, and then back at the phone again. The big clown seemed stressed and unsure about which one of you he should respond to first until he just let out a perplexed “Hah?!”.

To end the pitiful confusion you ended the call. “What the fuck? Why are you calling me??” he grumbled and rubbed his face.

“I tried to wake you up, but-” you said shyly, still wary about his highly irritable state. “but you growled at me and I was unsure if-”

A loud angry groan silenced your apology. “Urgh, don't shit ya pants. Wouldn't have hurt ya.”

You fiddled with your fingers nervously. “A-are you sure?”

He stopped rubbing his face mid-motion, pondering for a second and then admitted truthfully. “Nah.”

The jester let himself fall back and closed his eyes. He seemed to be extremely exhausted. From what you didn't know, but it was best not to test your luck. A few seconds passed and his inactivity made you uneasy. Very carefully, you inched closer. Just when you were about to speak up, he grumbled: “Wanna take a bloody picture?”

You shook your head, but upon realizing he didn't see you, you responded. “No! Of course not!”

With a big yawn, he stretched, popping his spine and joints. “Good! Couldn't afford it anyway, mate. That'd cost ya a bloody fortune.” he shot a nasty glare your way, trying to make sure you got the message.

You cleared your throat and tried to sound as serious as possible. “I didn’t even think about making one! I am not that stupid.”

Mammon simply shrugged and then rolled onto his belly, burying his face into the soft ground. “Faaack, I feel like shit.” he groaned.

No kidding, he really did look terrible. Just like you did when a night and morning shift of two different jobs crashed into each other. You wondered why he was still in his usual clown attire, but he probably was too lazy to change into more cozy ones and passed out like that.

Somehow you really didn't want to strain him with your presence, even though he had invited you here. So as not to let the silence grow too awkward, you took the jester tail nearest to you between your fingers and shook it slightly. The little bell attached jingled joyfully.

“Rough day at work?” you asked, playing with the appendage of his hood. The gold of the bell sparkled in your grasp, and you wondered if it was real gold. If yes, you'd better not mess with it too much.

A disgruntled green glowing eye gazed back at you. For a second you weren't sure if you had displeased or offended him somehow. “Work?” he paused and stared at you. “I was at a bloody concert yesterday! Fuck, need to push those runts before the pageant. `S fucking me up real hard.” Mammon mumbled and curled himself into a tight ball.

Yup, he really was fucked up. You doubted the evening would get any better, given the state he was in. It felt wrong just being here. Maybe he was too polite to kick you out, especially since he was the one who invited you in the first place?

“Uh, do you want me to go? It's alright, really! If you need some space, I totally un-”

Mammon shifted around and interrupted you. “I´m not stupid. If I wanted ya gone, I would’ve chucked ya out already!

Okay, now you had to suppress a grin real hard. How could you even stay serious at the sight in front of you? With his butt in the air, knees pulled close, and his upper body flat on the ground, arms splayed back, you couldn't help but find the awkward position oddly adorable. The cherry on top was the sour expression, making him look more like a giant baby woken up from a nap.

“What.” he glared.

You should have heard the warning in his tone. “Nothing!” you lied and bit the inside of your cheek to hide the aching grin tugging at the corner of your mouth. Mammon squinted his eyes at you trying to decipher your motive for suddenly grinning at him.

“There, fetch my phone for me, will ya?”

You looked at him confused. “What?”

Without further explanation, his phone sailed through the air, landing with a few bounces on the mattress a short distance from you. What was that about?

The sin, however, shot you a nonchalant look, clearly expecting you to fetch his device like an obedient puppy. Alright, if that’s what he wants?

Still dazed, you stood to complete the questionable task, but you should have been more mindful of your surroundings with your back turned to him. By the time you registered the sound of movement behind you, it was already too late.

You whipped your head around, but before you could react, you screamed as you were knocked over and buried beneath the massive jester. Desperate kicks and frantic thrashing did nothing to free you from under his weight.

Now bored, the clown simply lay flat on his stomach, pinning you beneath him. The fat jerk had literally just rolled over you.

“Sorry, took ya too long.”

“GETH OOPH MEE!!”

"Huh? Can't hear ya. Gotta speak up! My ears are still kinda shot from yesterday, ya know."

Finally, after strenuously digging your claws into the cushioned ground, you managed to pull your head free. You gasped for air, but with your upper body still buried under the soft weight, breathing was a struggle.

It wasn’t until you freed your upper body that your lungs could fully expand again. Exhausted, you went limb as you collapsed. A loud cackle from above made you groan in frustration.

“BAHAHA! IT´S FLAT FUCK FRIDAY, BITCH! HAHAHAHA!”

Unbelievable, you were here for what? Half an hour? And he already made a fool out of you. It was truly embarrassing how you eagerly agreed to come again totally aware he´d pull your leg like that again. A part of you wondered if he even would have cared if he were to break a rip or two with his stunt. Probably not…

Still stuck underneath him, you felt humiliated. That guy didn't make any amends to let you out. His annoying loud laughter started scratching your temper. “Funny, now could you let me out, please?”

“Hmmm….” The jester pondered and somehow managed to put more weight on you in a mocking way. The sudden increase in pressure instantly spiked the fear of getting crushed. “H-Hey!” You screamed and hastily pressed yourself out from below. Finally free, your wings made sure to flutter you to safety on the edge of the mattress.

Taking a few deep breaths you tried to soothe your nerves. Annoyance mixed with boiling irritation was a bad cocktail brewing in your head. As expected, the big greenish clown looked at you with half-lidded eyes and a wide grin, expressing how much he enjoyed the mockery.

“Would have let you out, but okay!” Mammon kicked his legs in the air playfully and smacked his lips, then he rolled onto his back and flipped the phone away with an exaggerated sigh. Then he simply started to babble before you could respond. “Urgh, I´m bloody toasted, mate! Had some drongos perform in Greed. Was fucking nerve-wracking, I tell ya! Had to be there and sell shit and all! Sales were ace, but eh! A fucking clown can only take so many fans grabbin’ at ya arms and legs before ya wanna bite their bloody heads off! Eurgh! Yeah, it gets money, sure, but dang it! That fucking costume costs a fortune! Can´t be around the bogans for more than five minutes or they´ll fucking rip my clothes off! Blergh! I definitely don't miss that at my shows! Can’t stand ‘em touching me! Bloody creepers!"

You listened to his rant, but you had to ask because you sincerely wondered. “So, is that why you stopped giving concerts?”

“Huh?” Mammon turned his head to you, looking more irritated that you interrupted his yapping. "Meh, 's not like I didn't enjoy it. Love the singin’ part, mate. I’m a performer! I’m the bloody clown! ‘Course I like bein’ on stage, but yeah..."

Not really answering your question in the slightest he changed the topic. "Fizzy! That bloke loves the attention! His crazy fans are all over him! Hahaha, that boy can't get enough of those pervy grabby hands! Eh, I dunno, maybe it’s an imp thing. I don’t give a fuck."

With that, he simply ended the discussion and closed his eyes. It seemed like he wasn't very keen on answering, and honestly, you were not in the place to prod into his motivations.

Now here you were, him laying on his back and dozing off again, and you, trying to figure out what you have come here for exactly. Are you gonna fuck me, or what? Nah, you had no desire to bring that upon you today, but sitting around and waiting for something to happen felt wrong. Especially since he could blame you for your inaction later. The mere thought of displeasing him again put a sour taste in your mouth.

Despite your nerves tingling, telling you to lay low or find a way to get out, you just blurted out: “So… what-what are we gonna do today?” You hesitated, almost calling him “sir” again. You cursed internally. Put your shit together! You´ve had a fucking kaiju fight with his dick the other day! Why in Lucifer's name would you still want to call him “sir”?

The sin stretched out all his limbs, taking his sweet time to pop a few bones.

At least you didn't call him Daddy.

Unholy fuck! If that happens, or worse—wait, no, stop! You’d better get those thoughts under control. You had a feeling Mammon could always sense them somehow.

The jester shot you a dubious glare and stopped his stretches. “Bitch, why are you dark like that??” He sounded genuinely surprised.

Fuck! You felt your palms getting sweaty as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. Your face probably was as black as a blackberry!
“Sorry, sir- I MEAN MAM!” Shit, you started to mess up. “Wait! I-I mean Mammon!” Before you could spill any more weird nonsense out of your mouth, you covered your face. A loud and genuine chuckle rang out in front of you, but at this point, you were simply frozen, since you still had to explain your pitch-black face to him.

A sudden shift and you instantly knew he positioned himself right in front of you. Refusing to uncover your eyes, you just waited anxiously on what he would do next.
Suddenly, you heard his voice right in front of you and could even feel his warm breath on your hands, making your fingers tingle.

Then he breathed in a dark and seductive tone. “If ya love titles so much, you can call me Daddy.”

As soon as the cursed word “Daddy” left your mouth, you started yelling and screeching, your embarrassment bursting out uncontrollably.

How did he know?! HOW DID HE KNOW?! HOW CAN THAT BASTARD KNOW WHAT YOU WERE THINKING?!!

With your face on fire, you sprang up and tried to flee the scene. However, Mammon grabbed you by your tail and hauled you back into a crushing hug, trapping you between his four thick arms. The jester burst into deafening laughter as you struggled with all your might to wriggle free from his grasp.

“HAHAHAHA! Nah, you are not getting anywhere mate!”

At this point, your brain was such a mess, that you simply started yelling like a maniac. “I NEVER SAID THAT! I NEVER SAID THAT!! HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS THINKING IT?! HOW?!” you screamed in sheer terror.

“Ya think I was born yesterday?” Mammon explained excitedly, clearly mocking your rattled state. “Just took a guess and was fucking right! You´re too easy to read, missy!” At this point, you stopped fighting and just accepted the humiliation defeated. A sudden soft weight at the top of your head made you perk up. The demon rubbed his cheek against you. “Naw, gotta loooove you're so easy to mess with!” the demon eyed you mischievously.

Before you knew it, he released you from his tight hold and held you up in front of his face. “You know, makes me wanna kiss ya.”

That being said, a devilish glint flashed in his eyes. To your absolute shock, Mammon pursed his black lips and drew you close. You on the other hand were freaking out. Pushing your hands against his face and screaming in bloody terror as you tried to escape his grip. You only managed to push your head to the side a little. Tiny claws meeting soft, indestructible fur, you thrashed and pounded against his face as he planted a silky smooth kiss on your cheek, even letting out a teasing "mmh" sound to taunt you.

Greatly amused by your feral antics, he snickered and took all the pushes and scratches unbothered as if a kitten threw his declawed paws against his chubby cheek. Pushing your feet against his chest, you managed to slip out backward between two of his arms.

“Oi!” Mammon cackled as he watched you accidentally slip out of your shirt in order to escape. Fleeing to a far corner of the room, you pressed yourself against the wall. “S-Stop that! I-I mean it, you bastard!!”

The green clown straightened up when he heard your insult. “Ohoho, looks like the little rat’s got a bit too much energy today. Too much sugar isn’t good for your brain, kid. Gives ya bad zoomies,” he said playfully, twirling your abandoned piece of clothing around his index finger.

You panted exhausted due to the strenuous escape but did not let your guard down since you knew how fast that guy could be…if he wanted to.

A sinister smile started to curl the corner of his mouth. “Oh, you want to play a bit differently today?” he hummed in a dangerously low tone. “Okay, let´s play a fucking game then. I call it the incy wincy spider catches a rat in his net” - the bug demon got on his feet and shifted into a predatory stance- “and if you don´t get away fast he will bite off the rat´s little head!”

“Wait-what?!” You huffed in disbelief, your eyes nearly popping out of your head in shock.

“I give you a little head start. I'll count to three.”

He was kidding, right? He wouldn't actually-

“One…”

You instantly shot your arms in the air in defeat. “Wait, please! I don´t like this game! P-please Mammon, Sir!!”

“Two.”

Panicked, you looked left and right. “Stop! No! I don't want to play this!! Time out! Time out!”

“Two and a half – now´s your last chance!”

Mammon flexed all four of his claws, making a grabbing motion toward you. As his thick tongue slid out to lick his lips, you screamed and bolted away, now seriously fearing for your life.

“THREE!”

With a loud demonic growl, Mammon announced the beginning of the chase. Bumping against the walls and knocking over pieces of furniture, you dashed through the hall and into the dining room. When you heard rapid stomps- unnaturally fast footsteps - you already knew you were a lost cause.

There was no way you could outrun him or flee from a powerful demon like him. You were nothing but a little insect. The only reason why you started running in the first place was due to the pumping adrenaline screaming for you to get the fuck away from him! When a royal was in the mood for a little hunt, you better start running instead of pleading. Just don't question it. Mammon back there gave off major vibes that he was in the mood to hunt some prey.

After frantically looking every which way, you just slid under the table, foolishly hoping it would protect you from the large behemoth who had now entered the room with devious laughter. Given his massive height, you could see his face but only the clown’s shoes stomping towards your hiding spot beneath the table.

“Hehe, giving up already? Naw, that is too fast, mate.” With a hop, he landed on the table. Uncertain of his whereabouts - or more accurately, not knowing where he would strike from - you crawled back to the center, whipping your head around anxiously.

A sudden jingling behind you made you jump out of your skin. When you turned around, you saw his smiley face upside down, with his jester tails flopping on the floor.
“Peeka boo! AHAHAHA!!”

With that, he was gone again.

“Mammon, plea-” you stuttered, but suddenly a jingling accompanied by the sight of his green glowing eyes spooked you from behind.

“PEEKA BOO! HAHA!”

Shook and caught off guard, your body told you to back in the opposite direction, but his face was already looming there.

“What´s up bitch?!” he yelled, making you jump and bump your head real hard. “AHAHAHA! Ya can´t always go from one end to the other? You have to do better than that if you want to get away from me!”

Clutching the throbbing spot, you tried to crawl to the right, aiming for the far end, but before you could even reach it, Mammon popped out from above, flopping his upper hands on the ground and chuckling like a maniac. “TOO SLOW, CUNT!”

With a blood-curdling scream, you bolted away, out from under the desk and into another room. Your heart pounded against your chest as his cruel laughter echoed through the hallway, trailing you into an unfamiliar room. The sheer fear left your wings frozen and unable to move, just when you needed them the most!

“You sure running out in the open was a good idea?”

The booming voice taunted you as you fled into what appeared to be the master bedroom. The floor was plastered with a giant rug. The walls were draped in a soft fabric, giving it a mystical vibe. An enormous bed rested in the middle, big enough to fit a few Mammons in it. Unsurprisingly, the entire space was decorated in shades of green reminiscent of paper money, with a few flecks of gold scattered here and there.

Your eyes darted around the room in search of a hiding spot. Nonetheless, any opening or nook also presented itself as a dead end and would instantly leave you trapped.

“Hahaha! Ready or not my little rat, here I co-ome!”
Out of impulse, much like when you were a child and a sibling was about to catch you for a good ol´ beating or a playful chase, you turned around and slammed the sliding door shut. Your shaking hands pressed helplessly against the edge, trying to keep it closed and prevent him from entering. While the rational part of your brain knew a simple door was a laughable obstacle for a sin, your instinctive fear begged you to defend yourself until the very end.

Just like before, you heard heavy footsteps approaching. A sound created on purpose since the sin was normally as quiet as a mouse.

“Oh, I wonder- where did ya go?”

You clutched the hard surface tight, afraid that your sweaty and trembling palms might slip. With shaky breaths, you braced yourself to push your whole weight against that damn door, hoping it would at least grant you some time.

“Huh? What is that?! AHAHAHA! You're really hiding in my bedroom?? Knock knooock, anybody in there? Of course not! Who´d fucking hide behind a door?!”

Still pressing against the only object separating you from the sin, your knees became weak now that his mocking words slowly crept into the unconscious part that still hoped to rebel. A tiny voice still reasoned that this was just a game and he was simply messing with you. After a brief silence, you grew nervous, but then he started speaking again, his tone much more annoyed.

“Uh, well… if ya closed that door and are somewhere else, then I’m the bloody idiot talking to a damn door…” he grumbled, seemingly pondering what to do next. You felt a bit proud that he gave you enough credit to pull off such a trick, but your daft chicken brain hadn’t really thought about that!

“Meh, READY OR NOT HERE I-” With that, the door whacked open. “COME!”

The force, combined with your tense muscles, yanked you backward in an instant. You didn’t stand a chance against the moving object. Pain shot through your upper back as you crashed into the drawer behind you.

Two toxic green glowing orbs stared directly at you. His amused smile morphed into another bout of laughter, as you had indeed proven yourself a foolish imbecile for trying to hold back the king of sin, who was at least twice your size.

“Pff! What were ya thinking ya bloody idiot?? Now don´t look at me like that! How should I know you were fucking holding that door?”

The large clown cocked his head to the side, causing the jester bells to jingle. The green menace was now towering over you. Displeased from the disappointing hunt he couldn't hold back. “What? Ya get a fucking boo boo and now give up? How lame of ya… and here I thought you were-”

Not wasting another second, you got on all fours and dashed right under his legs, catching the big jester off guard and earning a dumbfounded look from him, not expecting your bold move.

Summoning all your strength you sprinted out of the room and down the hallway again and straight to the great entrance, but you were quick to realize that you were unable to escape without a code or magic spell. Fuck!

The green night sky of Greed caught your attention. True! If you were able to open a damn window you actually could get out. Better than aimlessly running around. Outside you'd have better chances. You rushed over and tried to find a handle or device. Due to the panic, you even had half a mind of crashing a chair through the glass, but your conscience begged not to add another bill to your tab.

Frantically inspecting the whole transparent surface, there was no device or handle in sight. An ominous sound reminiscent of the howling of wind alerted that your pursuer had caught up. Indeed, the jester had finally decided to catch the fleeting little hell born vermin.

“Aw, can’t get out?” Mammon smacked his lips with a sneering grin. “Windows don’t open unless I say so.” He held up his left hand, ready to snap his fingers. A green glow appeared but vanished as he lowered his hand again.

Magic. That's why they won´t open. Everything in this damn penthouse must be operable by magic!

Mammon dropped to his knees, assuming a predatory stance, ready to strike. “Now I finally got you, little squirmy cunt. Can´t get away now!”

At the sight of his intent, your heart began to race wildly. Desperately, you scratched at the window panes, searching for a way out - one last, foolish attempt to escape.

Roaring laughter erupted behind you, and the massive clown lunged forward. With the prospect of freedom just beyond that cursed glass pane, his hands closed around your upper arms, lifting you back.

“Did the little fly really think she could just buzz away? Hehehe, you’ll need a better plan than that if you want to escape a part-spider demon!”

All four beefy arms locked you against his chest tight. You started to whimper quietly when you felt his warm breath suddenly brushing the side of your face.

“What am I gonna do now with ya? Hm…” One hand clasped your jaw and tapped your chin as he pondered over his next move. “Yeah, I think I´ll just…”

A stinging sensation on your left wing, which was pressed between your shoulder and his chest, made you jolt as his large teeth gently bit down on the sensitive, soft skin.

And with that, you completely lost it.

Screaming, you thrashed around in his grip. After freeing one arm, you desperately clawed and grasped at whatever you could on his face, trying to get him off your wing.

Taken by surprise, Mammon released his hold and snapped his head out of reach. “Jesus money-fucking Christ?!”

With your fight-or-flight response still in high gear, you sank your teeth into his wrist, growling and biting down as hard as you could in defense.

The bewildered large demon stared at your now highly agitated form clinging to his arm like some kind of feral creature with hellish rabies.

“Ye missy? Ya good??” he asked with genuine concern. After a few seconds of him not bugging or moving you an inch, you finally calmed down enough to let his voice come through to you. Suddenly aware of your savage display towards him, you released his arm and turned your head to look at him.

Staring at you in disbelief, you felt the shame slowly creeping in and averted your eyes. Embarrassed, you would have gladly sunk into the floor right then and there.

“Okay, what. the. fuck. was that?” There was no hostility in his voice, but his tone clearly demanded an honest answer immediately. As he set you down on the floor, you fidgeted with your upper arm, trying to suppress any strong emotional reaction.

“I'm sorry… I thought you were…” you half whispered, but couldn't get the words out.

“Thought what? You thought I´d do what?!” He asked, irritation clear in his voice, as he bent all the way down until you were eye to eye. It did little to help you feel any less insignificant and small.

“I didn't know if you were just chasing me or…” You didn't dare speak it out loud.

The clown snorted. “What? Thought I´d hunt you down like some royal weirdo, hah? Hahahaha! That's ridiculous! BAHAHA! You idiot! Haven't done that sport for 200 years or so!” The large demon burst into bellowing laughter, slapping his hand against his forehead and nearly toppling over from laughing so hard.

You, on the other hand, felt a wave of relief and exhaustion wash over you. Wiping the sweat from your forehead, you gripped your chest, still feeling your heart pounding.

The demon wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling about the whole ordeal that he almost made you shit your pants because you foolishly presumed he´d do some weird shit like that out of nowhere. However, when he looked at your shaken form, he stopped and cleared his throat.

“See, all good! No one is in danger here!”

Staring at the floor, your head began to feel foggy as the draining effect of the adrenaline rush set in. After receiving no response from you, Mammon held out your T-shirt for you to take.

“Here, ya can have your T-shirt back!” he chirped in a cheerful tone, trying to lift your spirits. You slipped your clothes back on but kept your gaze lowered, too drained to engage with his hyper-energetic nature right now.

“Ehehe…uh... Anyway! Let's get back to gaming, shall we, aight??” Mammon bounced on the spot, radiating the booming and cheery clown energy.

Quickly hoisting you up in his arms, green sparks started to dance around you both, and with a grand poof, you felt the tingly feeling of him teleporting you both to the gaming room.

“I´ll be back here in an iffy! Don't run away!” Mammon hummed, but his face twisted slightly after he spoke the last sentence. The familiar sparks appeared once again, and with an explosion and a new wave of smoke, the clown vanished to who knows where.

Staring at the controller in front of you, you waited patiently for his return. Your mind felt a bit blank. Despite the normally pleasant room temperature, you felt a cold sensation creeping into your muscles, almost leaving you shivering. You decided to put your jacket on until you warmed up again.

You didn't even flinch as a shockwave detonated next to you. With a joyful jump, he landed right next to you, making the surface bounce to his enormous weight. He had changed into another cozy green hoodie a pair of sweatpants and fuzzy white socks. In fact, you wondered if they were made of his own fur since they looked so fluffy to the touch.

“Ey! Now I´m ready! Let´s fucking go!”. His happy expression changed into a questioning one. “What's with that jacket? Sum weird fashion statement?”

Yeah, wearing your outdoor jacket in here did seem off. “No, sorry I´m cold…”

Suddenly Mammon almost pushed his face against yours. “If that is a sneaky way to get my hoodie, and then steal it ain´t gonna work.” With his lower set of hands, he patted both of your upper arms. “Hate to break it to ya, but we’re a few sizes apart.” He placed his hands on either side of his belly, staring at you with a deadpan expression while jiggling it. “Veeeery few sizes apart.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Why would I think I could get away with a big hoodie like that? I give you so much credit that you’d notice when you’re half-naked and I’m skedaddling away in your clothes?”

“I dooon´t know? But folks are desperate enough to steal all kinds of shit from me! Some bloke sold my fur… MY FUR?! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? I know I am awesome, but that´s fucking crossing the line! Just collecting me fur without consent!”

“Hm, it is pretty soft, though. I´m not surprised people want it.” you hummed.

Yes, it was freaking soft indeed! Ordinary hellhound fur felt like steel wool in contrast to Mammon´s. Probably from all the fancy products you saw in his shower.

“I reckon everybody wants a piece of me? Can't help being bloody awesome, mate!” he grinned, enjoying the stroke of his ego. Then he looked at the pitch-black screen. “Aight, let's get it started!”

With the snap of his fingers, the screen flared up to life. Mammon snatched your controller, started the game then shoved it back into your hands. “Alroight, let's go, mate! Go get 'em!”

The odd supportive behavior was foreign to you. Almost scary. The fluffy jester leaned forward and grasped your shoulders tightly. “O-okay?”

“Now take that jacket off, will ya?” he grunted.

Sensing a slight shift, you slid it off, only to be pleasantly surprised by the soft fabric brushing over your bare arms from behind. Glancing to your side, you spotted the fluffy blanket that he had draped over you.

Suddenly, you felt the softness of his cheek against yours. “And why didnt ya ask for a damn blanket?” His voice was laced with both friendliness and a bit of annoyance. Something you didn't quite know how to deal with yet.

“Sorry, I didn't want to bother you… I am alright, I had my jacket.”

He really thought you would dare ask him for stuff again after what happened last time?

All four hands gently brushed over your shoulders and arms. “Oi, there ya go! All snuggled up and warmed, like a pig in mud!”

To be honest, you were a bit overwhelmed by his sudden display of care, but there was no denying that his way of treating you had a certain comforting warmth. You almost wanted to lean back against him and let him continue stroking you. But the game had other plans for you. A horror game wasn’t exactly ideal right now, but you’d be the last person to complain.

"Try the other corner."

His voice, right next to your ear, made you jump. Damn! For such a big guy, he’s pretty agile! In the same instant, you felt like slapping your forehead. Wow, who would've thought a clown could be flexible? Well, having a stretchy neck too is also a huge advantage, after all. For you, though, it was more of a downside: no matter what position you were in, he was always ready to pester you with his big smiley face whenever he felt like it.

“Damn, girl, what's with ya today?” The big sin scooted a bit farther away from you. Then he grumbled almost inaudibly. “S not like I would´ve hurt ya.”

You saw both anger and frustration in his features. Almost as if he was hurt? But it wasn't for you to solve that mystery. For today you kind of wanted to lay low and not irk him more than you already had. Upsetting him more than twice surely would have negative consequences.

In all honesty, you felt so drained right now and didn't have the emotional capacity to level out his shift in emotions. You probably should though.

With a bit of a tired honest smile, you tried to clarify yourself for good to hopefully set the case to rest. “Sorry, I… didn't mean to uh…come off that way. It's just… I'm a bit tired, you know.”

Those green glowing eyes did not look convinced, and he kept staring with his upper lip sucked in.

With the uneasy feeling that you might have just made things worse than before, you turned your attention back to the screen.

A quick snap behind you made you flinch again. You hoped he wasn’t testing you, and that you hadn’t just messed everything up.

But to your surprise, he placed a bag of chips next to you without saying a word. You glanced up at him confused, but he kept his eyes fixed on the screen.

Now you started to sweat. It was like he had placed a ticking time bomb beside you. Carefully, you picked up the crinkling plastic and set it at his feet.

"Hah?" He looked at you, baffled. "Take it."

“No!” You pushed his hands away nervously, like he’d just handed you a block of dynamite. Maybe this was a test, and he wanted to see if you’d actually learned your lesson after upsetting him earlier.

Mammon seemed to be losing his patience with you. "Just take it already!" he grumbled, tearing the bag open and setting it firmly in front of you. You eyed him unsure of what to do.

“Eat it! This is yours!” he spat agitated.

“Mine??”

“Yes! Yours! See! It is not on my side and nor have I eaten from it; therefore it is not mine! I gave it to you from my stash, but I didn't claim it to eat, so you can have it! Told ya I am not an ass…” Mammon looked down, somehow not daring to look your way.

“Uh...” Okay, that was a fucking surprise, not gonna lie. “Thank you, that is so sweet of you!” you beamed showing your sincere gratitude. You hadn't expected him to give you something to eat ever again. The warmhearted thanks seemed to brighten his mood instantly and you decided to flatter him further. “You didn't have to. I´m sorry, I really should have brought my own. That is so rude of me… I really didn't think about it.” you said ashamed.

With that, Mammon was back to his energetic self. “Nah, no big deal! These bags cost me like 40 lil coins! Look, it's even the brand!” He summoned another bag and pointed at the logo. “See? If ya have it beforehand it is no biggie! Jus´ stay away from my stash. There-” he scooted over to your left and then drew a glowing green line between the two of you.

“Alright, listen up! That side of the snacks is yours, and this side’s mine. You stick to your end, I’ll stick to mine. Easy as, yeah? If you only grab from your side, we won’t have any more dramas!”

The big man clapped his hands excitedly as if he had just solved a complex issue. Maybe it was to him? You shouldn't judge him. After all, he's the one struggling with the burden of a sin, not you.

You decided to trust him since he seemed to mean it, so you put a chip in your mouth. The crunching sound beside you indicated that he was also digging into his own bag of chips.

Relieved that the earlier tension had eased, you turned your attention back to the game. But just as you rounded the corner Mammon suggested, the first animatronic jumped out of nowhere, nearly making you choke on your generous gift.