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Nat’s blood rushed south. He carefully locked the door, adjusting himself in his tight pants. “I didn’t think your meeting would end so soon.”

Duke smiled sharply. “The department heads like to fight over trivial things. I had them get to the point. It’s shocking to see how much time gets wasted on unnecessary arguments.”

Nat followed Duke deeper into the office. “So, um, did you change your mind?”

Duke’s smile softened, but it also grew hungrier. “Come closer. I would like to make sure that Lector’s work is his usual quality.”

“Don’t you mean the Sentient Sewing Machine of Doom?”

The demon laughed, so handsome and sexy that Nat’s throat went dry. Duke was sitting on the edge of his desk, his feet stretched out, ankles crossed. Nat went up to him and stopped at his side.

Duke curled his hand around Nat’s collar. Despite the coiled strength in his body, he tugged Nat forward gently, until Nat’s thighs bumped against the side of his leg. Nat gulped.

Duke slipped his thumb into Nat’s collar and flipped it further down, leaning in to inspect the stitches. His breath rushed against Nat’s jaw; his thumb slid further back, pulling the fabric away from Nat’s nape. “It looks good.”

They were so close now that his warmth soaked into Nat’s front. Nat couldn’t help breathing in his cologne and that hint of brimstone.

But that wasn’t all Duke wanted. Duke pressed his fingertips against Nat’s nape and pulled him even closer, so he was leaning over Duke’s lap. It unbalanced him; Nat fell forward and grabbed Duke’s leg, bracing himself so he wouldn’t fall over. “Eek!”

Duke chuckled. “Should I not have done that?”

Nat shook his head. “No, you’re fine. I was just surprised, is all.”

A muscular thigh flexed beneath his hands. Nat squeezed it before he could think.

I’m touching Duke’s thigh!

He snatched his hands away. “Sorry! I-I didn’t mean to!”

Duke’s grin was all sharp teeth. “You may touch me wherever you want, Nat.”

Nat gulped; his gaze dropped to Duke’s crotch. The man smiled wider.

“ Is there something you’d like to touch?” Duke murmured.

“You’re really hot,” Nat said. “And I don’t mean in the Hellfire way.”

Another laugh. Duke stroked his fingers up Nat’s throat, sending a shiver through him. “You’re very lovely.” He leaned in, pressing his nose behind Nat’s ear. “You smell lovely, too. Earthy. Also like a summer breeze.”

“Not like trash and apples?” Nat asked wryly.

Duke snorted and sniffed Nat again. “Did you read the full list of tasks that Hubrie gave you?”

Nat gulped. “The, uh, the list of sexual acts?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, I read it.”

“Is there anything on the list that you don’t like?”

“Does it matter?” Nat asked.

“It does to me. I don’t want you faking your way through something you hate.”

“But it’s my job to do whatever you want!”

“And it’s my desire not to be lied to,” Duke said dryly. He looked into Nat’s eyes. “If I’m going to put my cock inside you, I want you enjoying every single second of it.”

Nat moaned.

Duke slipped his hand down Nat’s side, reaching behind to squeeze his ass. Then he took his hand away. “So, tell me.”

Nat cringed. “Um, I don’t really want to lick your feet, or your shoes, but I would. I’d do it if it’s the only thing that’ll get you off.”

“Luckily for both of us, that’s not something I enjoy,” Duke said. “What else?”

“I don’t really want to lick your, um, butthole either.” Nat’s cheeks grew hot. “Or finger you, or, uh, anything to do with strangling and choking.”

“He really gave you a comprehensive list,” Duke said dryly. “Yeah, I won’t ask you for any of that.”

“And no blood! Or pain.”

“I’ll have Hubrie print out that list, and you can color-code it,” Duke said decisively. “What about all the things I did during the sample collection?”

Nat squirmed. “I liked all of those.”

“You came really hard,” Duke murmured, his pupils dilating. “Your legs trembled when I massaged you inside.”

A small sound slipped out of Nat’s throat.

“What if I licked your hole?” Duke whispered. “Get you good and wet, and finger you until you come?”

Nat moaned, his pants tightening back up.

“Take off your pants, Nat.”

Nat’s fingers shook when he reached for his fly; Duke nudged his hands away and opened Nat’s pants himself, reaching inside to rub Nat’s cock through his underwear. Pleasure shot down Nat’s spine; he gasped.

“You get so hard for me,” Duke said quietly. “You were so eager to give me all your fluids. Is that why you wanted this job? So you can be stuffed full of my cock?”

Nat moaned. “You’re so big.”

“I’ll prep you so you can take it.” Duke squeezed Nat again, then withdrew his hand to unbutton Nat’s shirt. He spread it open, catching Nat’s nipples between his fingertips.

Milk leaked out immediately. It felt so good when Duke rolled his nipples; Nat clutched at him, leaning closer to offer himself. Duke growled. He made Nat straighten up before ducking his head, licking the milk off Nat’s chest.

Then he closed his lips around one nipple and sucked.

Nat moaned. Duke’s tongue felt amazing, wet swipes and little flicks, his lips tugging with a demanding pressure that went straight to Nat’s hole. “I need,” Nat gasped.

“What do you need?” Duke whispered. He released Nat’s nipple and took the other one into his mouth, giving it the same treatment.

Nat’s knees almost gave out under him. He knew he was supposed to answer. But Duke swiped his tongue across that bundle of nerves, and Nat’s thoughts shorted out.

Duke held him steady. “Kick off your shoes.”

Nat tried; Duke leaned down and helped. On his way back up, Duke caught Nat’s pants and pushed them down, leaving Nat in his shirt, briefs, and socks.

“Gorgeous,” Duke growled.

Nat blinked. “You—You like this?”

“Yes.” Duke squeezed his ass. Then he scooped Nat up and sat more comfortably on his desk, arranging Nat on his lap. This left Nat’s legs splayed wide open, his inner thigh pressed against the big, hard line in Duke’s pants. “Do you feel how hard you make me?”

Nat whimpered, rocking himself against Duke’s bulge. Duke groaned.

So Nat decided to be braver, reaching down to squeeze Duke with his hand. Duke was hard behind the layers of fabric, thick like a promise.

“You’re so big,” Nat moaned.

“Open my pants,” Duke growled. “See how much precum I’m making? My cock is ready to push into your tight little hole.”

Nat shuddered. He fumbled Duke’s pants open. He thought Duke might say something about how clumsy he was with his missing fingers, but Duke waited patiently for him.

When he nudged aside Duke’s shirt, he found a thick line of hair leading into Duke’s boxer-briefs. He pushed his hand into Duke’s underwear, and moaned at the heavy length inside. “Oh, gods.”

Duke smirked. “Big enough for you?”

“I—I want to do everything,” Nat whimpered. “I want to sniff it and suck it and—and stuff it in my mouth like how I keep stuffing my foot in my mouth.”

Duke laughed. “Taste it all you want.”

Nat scrambled off Duke’s lap. He eased Duke’s cock out—except it didn’t feel like how it looked.

Duke’s cock appeared to be smooth all around. It was a different story when Nat touched it. Long, broad ridges ran down its length on all sides, from his base to his tip.

“Wait.” Nat frowned. “Is this... glamour?”

Duke smiled a little. “Would you like to see me as I am? I don’t want to scare you.”

Nat shook his head. “You didn’t flinch at my fingers. I’m not gonna be put off by how you look.”

Something flickered in Duke’s eyes, something like shock. Then it was gone, replaced by a sudden intensity.

Duke dropped the glamour.

One moment, there was a human-colored man on the desk. The next moment, there was a demon, with deep red skin and ridged horns curving up from his forehead. His torso and limbs were the same shape, but his cock...

His cock was now a dark red, shallow grooves running down its length like how it had felt. Precum dripped from its tip, sliding down the grooves.

Nat moaned and leaned in, rubbing his cheek against that hot, velvety length. He pressed kisses all over it and licked up its side, sucking Duke’s salty tip into his mouth.

Duke cursed. Nat tried to take more of him, but he was just so big.

And his hole ached, slick leaking out of him with how badly he wanted Duke deep in his ass.

“Nat,” Duke groaned. He brushed his fingers through Nat’s hair. Then he gripped it, and Nat’s entire body went pliant, bliss humming through him.

Duke was in control. Nat just had to obey.

It felt good. Comforting.

With his other hand, Duke stroked down Nat’s spine and squeezed his ass. He slipped his fingers down the back of Nat’s underwear, sliding them between Nat’s cheeks. Nat moaned around Duke’s cock; Duke cursed and found Nat’s hole, pushing two fingers inside.

Nat’s spine arched. He’s inside me. He couldn’t focus on sucking Duke; he needed more in his hole.

“More,” he moaned around Duke’s cock.

Duke swore; his precum spilled onto Nat’s tongue. “You’re so fucking wet. Did you know? Your hole is clenching around me, begging me to go deeper. Feel this.”

He scissored his fingers and slid them against Nat’s prostate; Nat shuddered, trying to breathe.

“So good,” he whimpered, licking desperately around Duke’s tip.

Duke lifted Nat gently off his cock, leaving just his tip between Nat’s lips. “Say that again.”

“You feel so good,” Nat whined. His lips slid around Duke’s velvety cockhead, kept open by Duke’s thickness. Duke began thrusting his fingers deeper. “Oh gods. I want your cock inside. I want it now. Please, please.”

Duke’s pupils blew wide. He lifted Nat off his cock and bent him over the desk, ripping down Nat’s soaked briefs.

Nat reached behind, prying his cheeks apart to show Duke his empty hole.

Duke groaned. He cupped Nat’s cheeks and buried his face against them. Something wet and soft flicked against Nat’s entrance. Nat jerked in surprise. Then the wet, soft thing pushed into him, growing thicker, longer. It was so big that Nat came all over the side of Duke’s desk.

“Wh-what was that?” he wheezed against Duke’s desk planner.

The thick presence thrust inside him, three times, and pulled out.

“My tongue,” Duke murmured, sliding that wet thickness between Nat’s cheeks. Nat couldn’t even get his legs under himself, he was shaking so hard. Duke’s tongue was sinful, flicking against his hole, pushing in and swirling around inside.

Duke slid his fingers in alongside it. He added more and more fingers, until Nat clawed at the desk, his nails sharp on cool stone.

“I’ve stretched you,” Duke said, grinding his fingers against Nat’s sensitive spot. “You’re ready.”

Nat shuddered and shoved his ass up, spreading his legs wide. “Please, now.”

“Fuck!” Duke pulled away. He slid his cock between Nat’s cheeks, up and down, leaving a trail of precum along his crack. Then he rolled on a condom and pressed his tip in, before sinking half his cock inside.

Nat wheezed, trying not to come right there. “S-so big!”

“You’re still tight. Fuck,” Duke groaned. He gripped Nat’s ass and pushed the rest of his cock inside, inch by inch. There was so much of it that Nat clawed at the desk, trying to take it all.

Duke held Nat down and began to thrust, grinding against that sweet spot. Pleasure burned down Nat’s veins. He gasped and tried to hold on, except Duke pounded harder.

“Made for me,” Duke growled, shoving every last inch into Nat. Nat’s eyes rolled back; his precum shot out of him. “Fuck. You feel perfect. Your pretty hole sucking on me, begging for more.”

Every thrust jerked Nat forward. But the desk held him in place, so all he could do was hold his legs open and take Duke’s cock, whining every time it slammed against his prostate.

“I-I’m going to c-come,” he panted.

“Come,” Duke growled, fucking in roughly.

Nat came hard, pleasure exploding down his nerves.

Duke swore, his strokes growing uneven. “I won’t give you my knots,” he panted. “We don’t have time right now.”

“K-knots?” Nat’s cock jerked with interest. He wanted to know more, except Duke was plowing into him desperately now, hard and deep like he really needed to unload.

“Come,” Duke commanded, reaching around and wrapping his hand around Nat’s cock, slamming his own deep inside Nat’s body.

Nat thrashed under him, his body flooding with bliss. Then Duke thrust again, multiple times, and Nat was coming, screaming, his cock and ass both pulsing with pleasure.

Duke fucked him through that orgasm, his cock growing thicker. “That’s it. Come again.”

He ground his calloused fingertip over Nat’s sensitive head. Nat clenched violently and came. This time, Duke roared, burying himself balls-deep inside Nat as he followed Nat over the edge.

“W-what was that about knots?” Nat panted into the desk.

Duke slid halfway out of him. “I have two knots.”

Nat moaned. “Okay.”

He wanted to see them, wanted to know what they would feel like inside him, but Duke was the boss. This wasn’t about what Nat wanted.

Duke pulled out. Nat slowly straightened up, his thighs and balls smeared with slick.

“Here.” Duke handed him a handful of wet wipes.

“You have wet wipes at your desk,” Nat said in surprise.

“Hubrie made sure I knew they were here,” Duke said dryly. “Wait, lie back down.”

Nat bent over the desk in confusion, only for Duke to take the wet wipes from his hand and wipe down his thighs. Duke cleaned Nat’s cheeks with firm, careful strokes. Then he tucked some new wipes into Nat’s crack and wiped his hole gently.

“You’re puffy here. You should get some rest,” Duke said. He cleaned Nat’s cock and pulled him upright, helping Nat button up his clothes.

“You don’t have to do that,” Nat said without thinking.

“I think I’ve just scrambled your brains.” Duke’s smile was a cross between smug and self-deprecating. “Take ten. Wash your face. And hands.”

He patted Nat’s ass firmly, shooing him away.

When Nat stepped out of the office on wobbly legs, Hubrie smirked. “I told you there was going to be shooting action. You could even bring some targets for shooting practice the next time.”

“No! Um, not unless Duke wants them. Uh, Mr. Brimstone,” Nat said awkwardly.

Hubrie’s eyebrows jumped. “Oh? Are we on first-name terms already?”

“I don’t know. We didn’t... talk that much.” Nat’s face just kept burning.

“Maybe you should talk more.” Hubrie snickered.

“Could you, um, watch Wanda for a bit?” Nat asked. “I need to clean up.”

“Of course. Thank you for that, by the way. Hell Master is going to be less of a pain to deal with now.”

Nat shrugged and hurried off.

The washrooms on this floor were nice—the walls were black marble speckled with opal, and tall mirrors rose up behind the sinks. Every so often, an automatic dispenser spritzed a tiny amount of sweet, green-smelling fragrance into the air.

At the sinks, Nat looked closely at himself. His cheeks were flushed, his hair mussed, his lips red.

I looked really well-fucked. Oh, gods.

He washed his hands and tidied himself as best as he could. Then he hurried back out.

Hubrie was dangling a cat toy over Wanda’s head, Duke standing beside him. Nat skidded to a stop next to them.

At his appearance, Wanda turned away from the cat toy and reached for him instead. “Ah ba beh!”

His heart warm, Nat scooped her out of the playpen and dropped a kiss on her head. “Hey, hon. I hope you didn’t miss me too much. I was busy... working.”

Hubrie coughed. Duke elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

Wanda giggled and kicked, and Nat cuddled her to himself. She always made his day better, no matter whether it was a good or bad one.

Then he realized that Duke was watching them. Actually, he was dragging his gaze up and down Nat’s body, head to toe, as though he was cataloging all the changes he’d fucked into Nat.

Nat blushed. Duke gave a pleased smile. Then he looked distractedly back at his phone.

Nat straightened. “Did I miss something?”

Duke shook his head. “You’re still on your break. So no, you’re fine.”

There was a faint crease on his forehead though.

“I can go get them,” Hubrie said. “But I’ll be monitoring the roof repair, and they’ll be sad because they wanted to play that new game with you.”

Duke rubbed his temples. “Damn it. I told the fire department I would lend a hand; they’re short-staffed right now with the wildfires going on. They need my help in the severe burn areas.”

“Is this something I can help with?” Nat asked hesitantly.

Duke rubbed his jaw. “Teddy and Mallie need someone to play with tonight. I don’t suppose you could...? You’ll be paid overtime, of course.”

Nat blinked. “If I can bring Wanda along, then yeah, I could.”

“You don’t have any plans for tonight?” Duke frowned.

Nat shook his head. “Most nights, I just stay home with my friends. We don’t really have money to go out. Besides, it’s...”

“It’s...?” Duke waited for him to continue.

“It’s not all that safe out there,” Nat said lamely.

Duke sighed. “Yeah. It’s not. You’ll be safe at my place, at least.”

“I’m fine with that.” Nat tickled Wanda’s chin, smiling when her furry ears sprouted on top of her head. “Aww, hon. Your ears are adorable.”

She beamed at him and sneezed.

The left side of her throat turned navy blue.

Nat froze, tugging Wanda’s clothes up to hide the discoloration on her neck. He hadn’t breathed differently, but Hubrie looked up anyway.

Had he... heard the skip in Nat’s heart? Nat tried not to squirm as Hubrie watched him carefully.

I need to distract him.

“How long will I be staying over at your house?” Nat asked Duke. “I’ve been feeding Wanda solids, but I usually prepare those myself...”

“Cook will make Wanda some food, if you ask nicely,” Duke said. “Tell her if you’re hungry as well; she’ll whip something up for you.”

He was watching Nat strangely, too. Nat pulled out his phone to make a note for himself, trying not to appear nervous.

Maybe he should just tell Duke about Wanda’s dual-species heritage. It was bound to come up at some point.

But it was no longer just about keeping his job. They’d both put in so much at this point—Duke paying for rush-order clothes, and Nat...

Nat wanted Duke to touch him more. He didn’t want Duke to find out about Wanda, and fire him because of her kidnap risk.

“I’ll do my best to entertain them,” Nat said as calmly as he could. “In the meantime, I think you should tell me more about Teddy and Mallie, so I’ll have a better idea how to make them comfortable when I’m there.”