COMMISSION: Avarice, Inc.

Author's Note: Whew, another one in the bag! This one took a little long since I took a short break and also spent some time doing research, I've been reading Inferno and also looked into the Lesser Key of Solomon a bit, I'm pretty proud of what got turned out! Hope you all enjoy!

[fu/F] [blowjob] [anal] [D/s]

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“Avarice Incorporated, this is Leraie speaking. No, I’m sorry, all bulk soul orders need to go through a thirty-day inspection before any returns can be made. No, sir, I don’t mean to cause any offense, but this is standard procedure, and I’m afraid it’s not something I have any control over. Yes. Correct. No, sir.” Leraie inhaled deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose, bright blue eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Yes, sir, I can get you in contact with a manager. Please stand by while I transfer you.” She held the phone away from her face, punched a few quick numbers into the computer in front of her, then hung up. Munkar was someone else’s problem now.

How had things come to this? She’d been a warrior, once. She’d had thirty-three legions of demons under her control, shot gangrenous arrows at her foes, sown war and discord, but… well, that had been thousands of years ago, now. The one thing Hell had never thought possible was that humans on Earth, living their little human lives, would become by far the most cunning of sinners. Hoarding piles of gold coins and jewels while damned souls pushed great masses of weight seemed so pedestrian when contrasted against cold, hard capitalism, the demons of Greed so sorely outperformed at their own game that they had only one choice – to go corporate.

Now, instead of simply hoarding their plunder and amassing small fortunes, the Fourth Circle of Hell had been reformed into the underworld’s first great megacorportation: Avarice Incorporated. It turned out that simply robbing the wealth of others amassed nowhere near the riches of exploiting their labor, and creating the sense of strained comfort that allowed that exploitation had been easier than ever in Hell – word spread quickly that the Fourth Circle was the most pleasant, replacing all the fire and brimstone of the other Circles’ punishments with a quiet lack of fulfillment, empty lives of meaningless work that only served to enrich those above them. The change was wildly popular, only growing moreso when multi-level management strategies had been encouraged for in-field succubi, creating a more competitive environment that directed ever more desperate souls to their employers.

“Leraie?” came a voice, a many-eyed, many-tongued head wreathed in black feathers popping into the tiny entryway of the demon’s obsidian cubicle. Leraie’s boss, Raum – someone who’d been beneath Leraie back in the day, but had gotten themselves a great position at Avarice Inc. due to being fishing buddies with Belial… certainly not based on how well they ran this wing of the company. “If you could get those TPS reports filed for me by tonight, that would be greeeeat.”

“You… you just gave them to me this morning? I’ve been taking calls all da–”

“Awesome, thanks!” Raum beamed. “You also have an impromptu appointment with a shareholder from Heaven, something about a little ‘oopsie’ with some of your earnings. Gotta say, not the kind of performance I like to see, Ler-Bear.”

Without leaving time for Leraie to protest, Raum had vanished, leaving the smaller demon alone but for the beginnings of a migraine. Insider trading was alive and well in this iteration of the corporate space, with some of Avarice Inc.’s most prominent private investors coming from an unusual yet strangely obvious source – angels. Due to their positions of authority, though, their threats were often quite potent, and visits from them were never fun.

Having no knowledge of when this visitor was coming, Leraie took a moment to make herself presentable, withdrawing a small hand-mirror from her desk drawer. From the same drawer, she fetched a sinnerbone comb to rake through her long, jet-black hair, smoothing it out, then straightening her bangs, examining herself in the little mirror. Deep red lips ringed something of a large mouth, her icy blue eyes also large and ringed by dark circles. Skin white as milk covered most of her petite frame, and for the most part Leraie had an appearance far more ‘human’ than other demons, particularly considering that this was her natural form. This deviated only in the slight points to her ears and tiny chestnut-colored horns sprouting from her temples, traits that could be covered simply by a hat or hood, should she ever have to blend in. Now, though, with a ninety-hour work-week, the ability to mingle with humans was effectively vestigial.

She sighed, making a brief attempt to straighten her disheveled black suit coat before giving up, finally reaching for the TPS reports before being interrupted by a firm knock at the outer wall of her cubicle, making her nearly jump from her seat. “Is this a good time?” the voice said, rich and imperious, and Leraie swiveled around in her seat to see the speaker – then her heart dropped. She’d not met this woman, but had seen and heard of her. Sepher Sachiel, once an angel of charity, now one of the most corrupt entities in Heaven. Responsible for multiple pro-lobbying edicts that had allowed Hell to transmute their newfound wealth into power, paying the right people to relax restrictions on how invasively demons could influence Earth and barter with Heaven. In exchange, Sachiel was consistently given information on when major plays or developments would be made, affording her the opportunity to buy or sell stock in souls (or the resources so profanely mined from them) when it was most advantageous to do so.

Physically, Sachiel was quite the opposite of Leraie’s true form, reaching nearly seven feet in height, the shape of her pure-white pantsuit belying no shortage of muscle and curvature beneath, her jacket displaying a narrow window of cleavage at its deepest point. Her skin was a rich bronze in color, though flecks of metallic gold could be seen glimmering from her cheeks, temples, and the back of her neck, a gold color that matched her eyes. Her chin was narrow, nose straight and noble, her brows and lips only a shade or two away from black, and her thick, lustrous hair was pure silver, spilling down to her mid-back. Most notably, a circle of pure, solid white light sat perhaps a half-foot above her head, providing a constant glow of heavenly illumination.

“Oh, uhh – I… guess…?” Leraie stammered as the angel entered her cubical, the tiny obsidian cell almost seeming to expand to contain her, like Hell itself warped to fit her preferences.

“Good,” Sachiel began, letting her gaze sweep up and down the demon’s small, slim figure, in her little black jacket and skirt. “Mm, my my, they didn’t tell me you’d be so… tasty.”

“I’m… not a hundred percent sure what that implies, but thanks I guess?” the demon said awkwardly, “Uh, how can I… help you? Is it help you need? Raum wasn’t super clear.”

“Well, they tell me you’re the one in charge of this wing of soul acquisition, and I happen to have made significant investiture in some of your employees. You manage succubus contracts, yes?” Sachiel sat on Leraie’s desk in front of her, her knees spread far and high-heeled feet easily still touching the floor.

Leraie swallowed hard. “I oversee a specific wing of contract fulfillment, and do work with several succubi, yes.”

“Then surely you understand that three of your – sorry, three of my – top earners have been removed from active employment.”

“We… lost contact with them a few days ago, yes, but I haven’t gotten further word on–”

“They were bound. All three of them. By a fucking teenager!” The holy light descending from Sachiel’s halo grew more intense in a flare of righteous anger, dimming a few moment’s later. “You know how much value the souls of spellcasters have. Now I’ve lost that, and some of my most lucrative succubi. Your lack of… supervision has cost me a great deal, little demon.”

“We… we always knew there was a risk to pursuing Olivia Roland,” the demon glanced to the side, not wanting to make eye contact. “I-i-it was considered worth the potential reward, sometimes these things happen!”

“Yes. Yes, sometimes they do,” Sachiel leaned forward, gently clasping Leraie’s chin in one hand, the angel’s fingernails long and painted black. Her face grew close to the demon’s, barely a foot away, those golden eyes astir with something more than indignation. Astir with… desire. “So how is it that you plan to compensate me, hellspawn?”

“Well, due to the documents you signed when making your investment, you actually don’t–”

“I’m not after material compensation,” Sachiel clarified, “but after my substantial long-term financial loss, I’ve had so much… emotional distress.” She unfastened the top button of the gold shirt she wore beneath her jacket, exposing a bit more of her sumptuous cleavage, her smooth, dark skin sporting a healthy glow of its own. “And I can think of a few ways you can assuage that right here, right now, in this little cell.”

Leraie swallowed hard, looking up at the angel, her gaze not giving into temptation to look into the deepening well of dusky cleavage on display. “I’m… not sure what you mean, but i-if you’d like I can get you in contact with some firms to invest in that you may find preferable to, uhh, m-my…” as she trailed off nervously, the phone – on the desk, just beside Sachiel – began to ring. Slowly and deliberately, the angel reached over to it, lifted it, then set it back down, ending the call before it ever began. She demanded total attention.

“That’s not what I want, and I think you know it,” Sachiel’s voice dropped an octave, and she straightened out, reaching down to unfasten her belt, then the button and zipper of her pants. “Despite everything changing so quickly around Heaven, I like to think I’m old-fashioned. Someone wrongs me, well… I want my pound of flesh. Or rather–” she reached into her pants, withdrawing the massive slab of her girlcock, the same toasty coloration as the rest of her, with more of those golden flecks around the head. “–I want to give you mine.”

The thing was only half-erect, but caused Leraie’s already large eyes to widen in disbelief, staring at it as it stiffened further and continued to increase in size. Due to the sheer difference in scale between the demon and angel – Leraie only being five feet in height, and Sepher Sachiel somewhere near seven – the angel’s dick was near the length of Leraie’s arm from elbow to knuckle, and perhaps a bit thicker. “I… think that’s more than a pound.”

“Oh? Well – silly me,” Sachiel’s grin showed off flawlessly white, even teeth, spreading her legs even wider, letting her massive dick wobble in place for a moment, otherwise standing straight upwards, directly in front of the demon’s face. “Perhaps you should investigate a little more thoroughly, and give me a more precise estimate.”

“I… I, um, my apologies, ma’am, but I really don’t see what this has to do with the issues you’ve raised. You’re very beautiful and…” blue eyes made their way back down to that huge dick, then settled back on Sachiel’s eyes, “...everything… b-but this really isn’t appropriate behavior, and if my boss catches me here with you in this state of un–”

“Excuses,” Sachiel hissed. “I hate excuses.” In an instant, the angel reached out to grab Leraie by the hair, pulling her forward. With their current positions as they were (Sachiel sitting on the desk, and Leraie on the chair in front of it), the demon was at the perfect height and angel to have her mouth yanked straight down onto the angel’s monstrously large cock.

Not getting the chance to take a deep breath before being pulled down and her mouth abruptly packed full of the celestial’s lordly rod, Leraie sucked in a gasp of breath quickly through her nostrils, then expelled the air from her lungs, the rush of saliva from the back of her throat causing it to erupt as a bubble from her nostril. Her mouth was invaded all at once, barely time to gag before her every sense was consumed by the bright, clean scent and taste of Sachiel’s hardened cock. Her cheeks puffed out from the effort of containing the thing, but a moment later it pushed deeper still, winning a swift battle against the demon’s uvula and then being stuffed down her throat, causing Leraie’s eyes to roll back in her head. Both the demon’s hands lifted up, fingers splayed, pushing vaguely outward in a gesture of panicked protest, but Sachiel’s hand was firmly entangled in her jet-black locks, holding her in place, her other hand pinned against the cubicle wall behind her so that she could thrust upwards.

Even as Leraie’s senses were filled by the throbbing bronze pillar she’d been pulled down onto, her mind couldn’t help but race with thoughts of the irony of all this. Shouldn’t she, the demon, be the sexual aggressor here? Should Leraie not be the more imposing and foul-minded of the two of them? Yet here she was, Sachiel’s grip firm on her, the angel having had taken the reins so quickly and decisively that Leraie had barely managed to get a word in before she was getting her face fucked, her mouth and throat filled with hot cock, the latter bulging to contain its titanic invader. “Glllchhh… kkllLLlkkk…! Nnghhccllllhh…” the demon moaned and gagged, saliva dribbling out from around her lips and down her chin as Sachiel’s thrusts grew faster, faster, both hands now on the back of Leraie’s head as those tastefully-flared hips rammed upward into her dripping maw.

“There we go… you like being put in your place, demon? Small and subservient to your – ahn – superiors?” Sachiel teased, holding Leraie’s head down as far as it would go, nose pressed to the angel’s smooth pubic region as she was forced to suck air in through her nostrils, dark mascara growing damp and running as her eyes rolled back into her head. When she thought she couldn’t go much longer without either passing out or getting a decent breath of air, the angel pulled her back, then stood up to her full height, going for a proper, forward-facing throatfuck.

The greater speed and force of Sachiel’s thrusts had the demon struggling to keep up, saliva streaming down her throat as she tried to keep her gag reflex under control. “Gllk gllk gllk gllk gllk ggLk gllccchhhhh…!” she groaned, hands reflexively holding to the angel’s hips, shuddering and trying fruitlessly to pull back as her face was roughly fucked. Finally, after several minutes, and when Leraie felt near to blacking out, Sachiel pulled backward, unsheathing herself from the demon’s throat and instead squishing her thick cock across Leraie’s face, coating her with saliva and precum as she gulped down breath after breath of circulated office air. “Hahh… hahh… I think we’ve… got this mixed up… d-demons are the ones who’re supposed to–”

“Maybe you’ve noticed, sweetheart,” Sachiel interrupted once again, something that was starting to get on Leraie’s nerves even more than the abrupt face-fucking, if she was being honest, “things have changed a lot around here. Hell may have started it, but I’m sure as fuck embracing it.” The angel turned, sweeping the phone and various papers (the TPS reports!) off of the desk, grabbing Leraie by her hips and laying her firmly down onto the white-and-gray desk, almost similar to marble in appearance, though constructed from a composite material that was called ‘Pillow Ivory,’ children’s teeth that had been collected but a quarter never given for.

“Hahhh… w-wait…” Leraie said awkwardly, clutching to the sides of her desk and trying not to knock over her computer, while Sachiel – her cock still hard and exposed – kicked the chair aside and spread the demon’s legs, positioning herself between them. “Shouldn’t I… I mean, s-shouldn’t we…” she tried to protest, but no meaningful words escaped her. Despite how aggressive the angel was being, Leraie hadn’t been lying when she admitted Sachiel’s beauty, and getting fucked by her wasn’t at all an unappetizing idea… even if this wasn’t, perhaps, the way she’d have chosen to go about it.

“I already am.” Sachiel licked her lips, pulling up the sides of the demon’s little black pencil-skirt, tugging off the blood-red panties beneath and unceremoniously tossing them over the divider of the cubicle, an unexpected gift for some random corporate office worker to enjoy. She took only a moment to admire her unveiled prize – Leraie’s smooth, slightly wet pussy, pink petals begging for attention, and beneath that, a narrow tunnel much more closely guarded, but promising far greater reward, a goal that the angel couldn’t possibly resist. While Leraie squirmed in place, Sachiel lined up the tip of her throbbing, spit-slick girldick with the demon’s tight asshole, pressing firmly against it and drawing a sharp gasp.

“Hey! Hold on, now, I think you’re pushing against the wrong ho–oOOAalllllhhhh…!” Leraie let out a wail, lashes fluttering, toes curling so hard that one of her heeled business flats fell off onto the cubicle floor, as Sachiel gradually stuffed the glistening tip of her thick bronze cock up the demon’s tight asshole, reasonably well-lubricated from Leraie’s saliva and her own precum, though the demon seemed to be having a… mixed reaction. “Ohfuckfuckfuckohfuckohfuck it’s i-in my ass, nnngh… c-can’t you put it in my pussy instead…?” She was almost embarrassed to make the request at all – for one, she hadn’t considered sex of any sort to be on the table for this encounter, so to now be asking for Sachiel to shove her dick in a different hole really didn’t seem right.

“Part of the fun of being the most powerful person in the room is getting to do what you want, sweetheart,” Sachiel purred, sliding in deeper, drawing back just a bit, then following up with another deep thrust, making Leraie wince and squirm. “I don’t want to fuck your pussy. I want to fuck your – nnNgh – your tight little asshole, and I don’t see my opinion changing, especially when it feels so fucking good….” She drew back, then rammed forward with another thrust, then another, each bringing her a little deeper into the snug, shuddering entrance of the demon’s backdoor, stretching it out impressively around her massive cock. Leraie’s petite frame very obviously wasn’t built to take something of this remarkable length and thickness, certainly not up her ass, and a small bump could already be seen just below where her navel would be, were she human, and not still mostly-clothed.

“Nnhhh… w-what’s so much better about my a-ass anyway…?” Leraie groaned through clenched teeth as that dick pumped into her again, stretching her, filling her. As resistant as she was, she couldn’t deny the fiery blossom of pleasure soaring up through her body, her back entrance tightening, then relaxing, letting Sachiel glide even more deeply into her narrow little cave. Swallowing hard, she kept her eyes on the angel, sweeping from her beautiful face and hungry golden eyes, to the display of cleavage she offered, and down to observe the base of that thick shaft, the way it vanished into the shuddering cave of her asshole and then withdrew, glistening, before being crammed back in. It was a strangely exciting sight, and Leraie could feel her heart racing in her chest, reminded of what it had been like back in the old, bad days – days of battle and sex, when demons did as they pleased, before they spent every waking hour taking calls and trying not to murder their supervisors. This was so intense, made her feel alive. It felt… good.

“Mm, ooh, you’re only asking that because you don’t know how you feel right now,” Sachiel shuddered and thrust forward even harder, finally bottoming out the entirety of her angelic girldick in Leraie’s tender hole, starting to pick up the speed of her forward pumps, scandalous squishing and sucking sounds beginning to emit from the demon’s stretched, stuffed, slippery socket. “I’ve always said demon girls were the best fucks, and I just happened to find one who’s something of a prude, too! So it only seems fitting to me that I have my way with this little butt of yours, as long and as hard as I like, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Rrghh… just…” Leraie groaned, clutching at the edges of the desk, then shifting to keep her computer monitor from tipping off the edge as the force of Sachiel’s thrusts shook the table. She didn’t want to admit that she was starting to enjoy this – really enjoy it – but as that dick drilled into her quicker and harder, ravaging her poor little asshole while leaving her pussy totally untouched, she could feel herself climbing ever-steadily towards a climax. And, given how intense this feeling was, this bright, blazing ache that was growing stronger and stronger, she knew that was definitely not something she was willing to miss out on… even if it meant getting her ass drilled for a while longer. “Just d-don’t stop….”

“Is that right…?” There was a moment of hesitation, and a disconcerting grin flickered across Sachiel’s face. Lifting the demon-girl up by her hips, she lifted and turned her, slipping out of that tight ass for just a moment before pinning Leraie to the wall of her cubicle, hands flat against it, lifting up onto her tip-toes so that the angel’s cock could slip deeply back into her. “If this ass isn’t satisfied yet, let’s see what kind of workout we can give it, mm?”

“Ahn! Nnh, fuck, fuCk…!” Leraie whined as she was pinned and stuffed once again, her poor backside filled to the brim with throbbing dick, now railing into her harder than ever from behind. She quivered and whined, gasping and moaning as she clawed at the dark wall of her cubicle. With the height difference between them, she had to stand so high on tip-toes that eventually one of her feet (the one now missing its shoe) came off the ground completely, and it was up to Sachiel’s tight grip on her waist to keep her from falling over. “Hahh, hahh, oh shit… I-I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fucking cum….”

Sachiel dragged her tongue along the girl’s throat from behind, her angelic saliva leaving a trail of hissing steam on demonic skin, however tender and pale. “Going to cum just from me having my way with this little ass of yours? Now who’s the naughty one?”

“D-… d-debatably, still you… unnnhhhh….” Slam after slam of Sachiel’s hips pummeled into Leraie’s rear, the angel keeping up a frantic pace that didn’t slow, until Leraie’s trembling and whimpering rose into a full-on wail of pleasure, no matter who in the office heard it. She felt her asshole clench down hard, shuddering in waves along the length of the angel’s cock, the sensation only growing more intense as the demon finally hit her inevitable orgasm, eyes rolling back, teeth clenching as she shook and squirmed. She wasn’t finished enjoying the high of her climax before Sachiel shot her holy load into the demon’s rear, blasting several long, thick ropes of her sticky angelic seed into one of the most profane possible places, gasping with delight and release as she busted inside of Leraie.

A few moments later saw the two catching their breath, Leraie finally slipping back down to her feet, while the angel tucked away her satisfied girldick and fastened her belt back up. Despite the demon’s panties being long-gone, Sachiel simply tugged Leraie’s skirt back down around her perky little butt, then gave it a sharp spank. “Mmm, that was fun, little hellspawn. Maybe I’ll be back to work out a more… intimate professional arrangement. Fuck, maybe next time I’ll invite you to my office.”

“S-… sure…” Leraie half-whispered, still dazed, about to sit down before realizing that Sachiel’s cum would soon be making its way back out of her ass, something that should probably be dealt with before she sat on anything. She watched through bleary eyes as the angel strutted out of her cubicle without a care in the world, having gotten what she’d come for. A few moments later, Raum’s horrifying visage appeared back in the doorway.

“Hey, so… know you’ve been busy, but about those TPS reports, I am unfortunately gonna have to wind the deadline on that back by a few hours….”