Page 61 of Greed

As I stood in the middle of my casino, I realized that it had been some time since I’d bothered to visit the place. Even on my last trip to Hell, I hadn’t stopped in. It just didn’t offer the same satisfaction that it had when it was first being built.

I’d received a note requesting my presence from my head manager, Skeet. I really wasn’t a fan of coming to Hell twice this close together, and now, here I was having to listen to Skeet babble excitedly about all the changes he’d made. Normally, I would find the changes interesting at the very least, but I couldn’t gather any enthusiasm today. The stage was more elegant. It stood out like a glittering golden ball of excitement as showgirl demons of all sorts strutted their stuff. Their ostentatious outfits sparkled as the crowd clapped. The next group of demons sashayed on stage, their skimpy outfits leaving very little to the imagination and some of it you didn’t even want to imagine.

Take the always stunning and completely deadly Verendent demon. They were always magnificent up there. They had long legs, supple and curvy bodies, and a third tit giving you an extra handle to hold onto or suck. Their multi-colored hair and large gem-like eyes made them one of the most desired demons. They were known for giving exquisite orgasms that would last for hours or even weeks, but very few had the courage to follow through and find out.

And once their skimpy golden thong was stripped away, what lay underneath was a pussy full of razor-sharp teeth. Now, as I’d found out on more than one occasion, they truly were an unbelievable fuck. I’d also discovered there was a trick to making sure those sharp teeth didn’t leave a being a member short.

My mind wandered to the last time I’d fucked one. I’d pressed her over the decorative wall in my palace’s garden and fucked her ass hard until she turned into a sloppy sex kitten begging for all I could give her. It was her potent juices that placated the dangerous teeth and also provided an unbelievable high to any dick that slid home while she was climaxing.

I stared at the stage as they kicked their legs in the air and thought of fucking one, but it held no appeal. I turned to look at Skeet, who’d apparently stopped speaking and was waiting for a response. I had no idea what the little demon had said.

“Everything looks marvelous, Skeet. I couldn’t be happier with the uptick in profits,” I said, giving him a blanketed response.

Skeet’s reddish face beamed, his small stubby horns glowing like a fucked-up Rudolph, then again, a reindeer with a glowing nose was pretty fucked up on its own.

“Thank you, Master, your praise is too kind. Come I will show you what I did to the swimming pool area. It was rarely used, and we have had a few unfortunate experiences, so I added entertainment instead. The guests have been delighted with the newest addition. The profits will blow your mind.” Skeet scampered off, his short legs with cloven hooves clicking on the black marble floor.

“Are the torture rooms still doing well?” I inquired.

“Yes, the torturing of nasty greedy souls has been a hit from the installation. I have turned it into quite the sport and charge a ton for the experience. We can stop there next. I want to show you what I did with the soul Brill brought. I believe his name starts with a Nik. You will love the torture chamber I created for him.”

I didn’t really give a shit about the tortured souls at the moment, not even Nikolas. Before I built this palace and this casino, I’d simply tortured all the souls together when I had time. Now I had demons doing it and paying customers flocking for the right to get their hands on a soul. Not every demon got to torture, there was a hierarchy, and many greedy demons wanted the opportunity they’d normally not be granted.

I listened to the chimes of the machines and the cheers or crying at the different tables where those taking their chance at playing could literally lose their life. They played for more than simply money in this place. I tried to feel the same excitement I’d once had, so I took a deep breath as I walked and was only mildly aware of those I passed bowing and casting praise my way.

One particularly exuberant guest fluttered on small wings toward me and proceeded to wrap itself around my leg. Its ass humped my thigh as its short stubby arm groped for my cock. It made strange little mewling noises that wasn’t any demon dialect that I knew.

“Guards, get this thing off me,” I barked out, annoyed.

It looked to be half-demon and half of one of those fucked up angel things that Luci had made. He really needed to keep those fuckers on a better leash. If they were breeding…

I shivered at the thought.

The guards quickly rushed over and pulled the small female demon off my leg. Her face contorted as if in pain as she cried and wailed like a child the moment she was forced to let go.

Leaving it to whatever fate the guards deemed best, I continued my journey through the massive lobby. Skeet trotted along, his little head bobbing beside me, as we turned down Fuckers Lane. I’d given all the hallways fun names. It had been amusing to watch the new patrons run around to see what crazy name would be on the next hallway. I’d particularly liked this one as it was—it was where all of the solicited sex happened. I didn’t give a shit if someone wanted to pay for sex with some demon, they normally wouldn’t get the chance to fuck. The fact that I got all the profits was yet another stroke of genius on my part. It really was a tremendous situation financially. If you wanted the horniest, greediest, and most gluttonous, you needed to look no further than a foot in either direction. This place teemed with the most sinful.

There had been a number of unfortunate situations where the demons really didn’t mesh well, which created a lot of blood and clean up, or on a few rare occasions, the patron’s mate would show up. Nothing was as deadly as a demon mate scorned.

A door opened, and a tall, elegant demon stepped out. Erorite was the most profitable demons that worked in this section. She was very talented at her job, and males flocked to have time with her. I should know. I’d visited with her almost every time I was down here.

She smiled, her human-like face beaming as she caught sight of me. The only way anyone knew she wasn’t human was because of her long tail that had a tiny spade on the end, and man, did she know how to use that well.

“Well, hello there, my ever so sexy Master,” Erorite said.

She didn’t just bow her head but got down on her knees before me. If I’d asked, she’d have sucked me off right there in the hallway, and her talented skills would normally detour me from my original mission, but not today. I was starting to wonder if I had a problem with my dick as it lay dormant in my pants.

“Erorite, you may rise.”

As she stood, the loose material of her flimsy tunic slipped below her tits, giving me a delectable view. They moved up and down of their own accord, the tips seeping a sweet milk that I’d normally be bending over to enjoy.

But, like the rest of the casino I couldn’t find any enjoyment in the sight of the stunning demon who was clearly offering herself up for whatever I desired.

“May I be of service,” she asked but knew better than to reach out and touch me unless given permission.

“Not today. I have things I must attend to.”

“Maybe later then, I am always at your service.” She bowed her head and scooted around me, fixing her tunic as she went.