Hell's Belles: Greed (Patreon)

A top vote getting finished early. I’d set up a lot of ladies for Dan to meet up with in the intro, and took a but to settle on which one. The queenly greed demon sugar mama was an early interest, and felt like a decent resource to use. I got stuck for a bit before deciding she’d had a semi-mindless horde of demon maids to do whatever she wants and pitch in when she gets sexy.

Dan spent the next day or so just taking in his new situation. Apparently, his long-lost father had been a demon, or at least a part of him enough to pass onto Dan himself. It hadn’t given him powers or anything, but ever since he’d died from several consecutive pianos falling on him, he had been labeled as an agent of Hell and allowed to roam free rather than suffer like the rest of the damned souls. It wasn’t the same as going to Heaven, he supposed, but it didn’t seem like a bad deal in the end. At least he didn’t have to do any work.

He had shacked up with Tromble, an eyeless blue tentacle demon, but she mostly just lounged around watching TV or browsing on her phone. He was surprised they still had them down here, and she assured him that there was a thriving black market for anything from the mortal realm. He tried to watch some TV with her, but her tentacles kept wandering down his pants. Even when he could focus, he had trouble understanding what was going on. Human channels were warped in a way his roommate assured him she was used to, and the demon shows had bizarre plots he couldn’t wrap his head around.

He found himself much more interested in looking out the window. The vast, empty, and almost spring-like warm area just let him watch the countless demons, devils and what have you wandering, flying, lumbering, or slithering by. Those that noticed him had their eyes linger on him as they went about their business. The realm he had settled into seemed to be somewhere between a break room and a residential area where the full-fledged demons could mingle when they weren’t torturing the dead.

There was no sun or change to the vague light source to the air outside, so it was hard to tell how much time had passed. Dan liked it that way. No rush, no schedule, but he would at least like to know when was early or late for a demon.

“Hey, how do you tell time down here anyway?” he finally thought to ask. He pulled his eyes from a pair of creatures resembling skeletal pterodactyls wheezing at it each other high in the air, either arguing or delighted to meet each other.

“Could get a soul dial,” his roommate mused as she lounged on the couch. “Or an enchanted clock to tell you more than man was meant to know about time. But if you ask me…”

One of Tromble’s leg tentacles held up her cell phone. “Just get a phone, dude. Calendar app is great.”

“Ok, then can you get make one of those?” Dan asked. He sat nearby on the recliner, dressed in some comfortable jeans and a “I Heart H” t-shirt she’d manifested for him.

“Not if you want a signal down here. That’s some heavy enchanting stuff, and not my bag. You should go scope out the other realms for something that heavy duty.”

“Sounds serious. Can I afford that?” he asked warily.

“Trust me,” she said, glancing towards his lap. He had learned to estimate where she was looking, her darker hair in her face and covering where her eyes would be. “You’ve got what they want.”

“Right,” Dan said with a nod. Apparently, dick was in high demand in Hell. Demons could certainly fuck each other, but they were so wildly varied and nightmarish as a species that a smooth, normal cock was especially rare.

“Good chance to try out your manual while you’re at it,” she pointed out as she went back to her phone. Dan’s eyebrows perked up and he went to the thin manual. He had flicked through it a little, and it was little more than a tourist’s guide to the underworld as far as he could tell. The bookmarked pages, though, were apparently shortcuts. Literal ways for him to jump from one part of Hell to another.

“Any suggestions? Do you guys have stores here or…?” Dan asked as he thumbed carefully through the pages.

“Try Greed. They have everything there, and a lot are good at their spellcraft. Their shit runs cheap.”

“You want me to go to Greed for a good deal?” he asked warily.

Tromble tossed her bangs back away from her eyeless face, giving him judging frown. “It’s just a name, dude. Get over yourself.”

Still unsure how it all worked beyond the basic demonstration when he’d first arrived, Dan took his guidebook outside. He caught a finger beneath the page bookmarked with a little yellow tab reading “Greed” and flipped it open. As the page turned, the world around him shifted and flattened. The mountains and towering demons moved like he was standing on a pop-up book and was the only thing not affected by its papercraft world. The barren hills went by and he found himself in the trash-loaded world he remembered from when they were trying to decide where to put him. Miserable, misshapen humanoids wandered with vacantly needy stares that would clearly never be fulfilled. Some were missing pieces of themselves, either taken by demons or traded off in desperate attempts to gain anything of worth in the hollow-looking wreck of a dimension.

“Well well! Fancy seeing you here again!!”

A high and elegant voice addressed Dan, coming from a pink demoness in a luxurious fur coat and high heels. She had short, light red hair with trim, gracefully curving horns framing its playfully fiery look. She wore all manner of bracelets, rings and necklaces, drawing the eye to the flesh around and beneath her coat to imply how little she wore underneath it. She had a slim but mature build, soft curves pushing out her coat at choice spots without looking outright plump. Her face was pretty, bearing narrow features and carefully layered in sparkling blue eyeliner and lipstick. She stood a couple inches shorter than Dan even with the high heels on. Her amethyst-purple eyes shone as she met his eyes.

“Hello again,” Dan ventured. She looked relatively typical for what he’d think of as a female demon, so his instinct was to say he’d seen plenty like her. The trust was he couldn’t remember seeing two demons that looked much alike. He had remembered catching a glimpse of her when he briefly visited Greed before.

“I was looking for someone who could get me a cellphone for down here.”

The pink demoness chuckled as she stepped up close to him, the invisible cloud of sweet perfumes making her an unignorable presence.

“Down here.’ You ARE new. Hell isn’t any direction, darling. It’s a state of mind.”

“Looks pretty real to me,” Dan said as he glanced around.

“A technicality at best,” the wealthy-looking demon smirked. She brushed a fingernail beneath his chin and nodded her head in the other direction. “I’m Corra. Come along. I can get you whatever you want. There’s enough stolen credit card numbers and buried treasure around here that I can afford to be your sugar mama for a while.”

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Most of the circle of Greed resembled a rich man’s junkyard, filled with broken trinkets, rusted gold or heaps other things of drastically dropped value. Corra led Dan to her home, a simple-looking cave even less extravagant than his own place.

Inside was another story. As soon as he stepped past the first few rocky steps, it opened into a much wider and more luxurious space. It looked like the interior of the biggest mansion Dan had ever seen with pristine white walls, high staircases, elaborate paintings of noble-looking devils, large golden vases and several sparkling chandeliers. Strange-looking, pale humanoid maids in frilly uniforms lined up on either side of the main hall to bow low as Corra entered.

“Good morning, mistress,” their humble and feminine voices spoke in unison.

“Morning, ladies,” Corra replied jovially. She strode ahead of Dan and with a simple shrug, she shed her fur coat off her shoulders. She was completely bare beneath it apart from her high heels and black silk stockings, her voluptuous ass swaying in front of her guest as she walked. Her breasts bobbed along with it, visible enough for him to catch flashes of her nipples at the peak of their swing. The maids were already hurrying towards her dutifully.

“I’m afraid my coat feels dirty after walking among those mortal souls,” Corra mused. “Fetch me a new one.”

“Right away, mistress,” the maids droned together. One produced another coat from nothing with a flourish, this one a deep black one lined with dark purple fur. Another of the strange maids took the other end and they hurriedly wrapped it snugly around their boss.

“Much better. Now prepare a meal for my dearest guest, won’t you? They’ll see you to the private dining room where we can talk business,” Corra instructed.

“Right this way, sir.” One of the maids stepped in beside Dan, though all of them spoke at the same time anyway.

From this close, he could see what was so off about them. They were rail thin, with waists, necks and limbs no wider than his fist. They still possessed full breasts and hips, blankly smiling faces framed by matching hair bands and straight black hair. Their joints had visible balls embedded to act as their knuckles, knees and the like, giving them an eerily sexual doll look.

Dan followed the clockwork-looking maid down a hall with many doors before she opened one seemingly at random. Another matching maid was standing in a smaller room beside a finely decorated table that belonged at a fancy restaurant. She pulled out a high wooden chair for him, so he smiled back at her and sat down to wait.

A few more maids started to trot through the room, setting dinnerware out or lighting candles about the room. One of them came to pour him a glass of wine while another stopped by to dust him off despite his objections. “Must prepare sir for the mistress,” the maid droned, matched by all the others in the room before she set off. Another (or maybe one of the same ones) returned with a small tray containing a variety of cell phones from the latest model to a crummy old flip phone.

“Did you have a preference, sir?” she asked, echoing through her matching set of coworkers.

“Uh… that one. In blue,” Dan decided off the top of his head. She nodded and trotted off on her almost insectoid thin legs, holding the door open with her hip as Corra returned.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. I do hope the legions treated you alright.”

“They’re weird, but fine,” Dan nodded. “Is that what they are? Are they demons or robots or what?”

“Bit of both, really. Mindless servant creatures here in Hell. Contrary to what some may tell you, there ARE finite demons in the underworld. We like to keep the legions around because they don’t mind doing dirty work, barely think for themselves, and can always clone more of themselves as necessary. But I’m not here to bore you about my work. Let’s get to business, shall we?”

The legion maids returned with their blank smiles and trays of light but fancy food. A small but heavily seasoned piece of steak and some strange but tasty-looking vegetables were set before him as Corra steepled her fingers. She smiled at Dan knowingly.

“So I take it you’ve been in Hell long enough to know what I’m after from you.”

“Sex, right?” Dan asked as he took his first bite of the steak. It was delicious, if not very filling. From all he’d heard, he didn’t have to eat anymore so that wasn’t terribly surprising.

“A quick study. I like that,” the haughty demon grinned. “So I am willing to grant you an open line of credit with my traders and a hellphone with infinite access and battery for a night with yours truly.”

Just one night? It did sound like a steal. Still…

“How long is a night here?” he pried. Corra broke into high and delighted laughter as she threw her head back, just to lean on her elbows and rest her thick breasts on the table.

“Shrewd and cunning! I like that in a man,” the devilish beauty beamed. “A little common sense can take you far. But I’m not here to swindle a fellow hellion. What you would expect of an earth night; around 6 hours of company, let’s say, since you’ll be awake for most of it, but you’re welcome to stay longer if you like.

“That sounds fair,” he agreed. Corra’s smile perked up again as she clapped her hands.

“Perfect! Ladies, see that our guest is properly prepared.”

“Yes, mistress,” the droning demons said together. A trio of them closed in on him rapidly, with one scooting his chair back a couple inches. Another shifted beneath the table and knelt in front of him while the third pulled down his shorts. The kneeling legion maid immediately caught his cock in her mouth, tightening her lips around him and suckling wetly. She kept her mouth on his dick and only loosened to make more room for her moaning guest as he grew thicker and harder.

“I’m not one to waste time, my semi-mortal,” Corra explained. “Foreplay always felt like a necessary evil, as much as I normally enjoy those. I’d much rather get to the point.”

Dan found it hard to object to the idea with the maid diligently sucking him off. The other legions took his chair by the legs and hoisted him off the ground, They worked in unnatural unison, to the point where the human could barely tell he was moving apart from the room moving around him. The bobbing head between his legs never broke her rhythm as they followed Corra out of the room. She opened up another set of doors, leading to a bedroom that might as well have been entirely made of dark red silk.

Corra shrugged off her coat and sat on the bed, exposing her bright pink flesh and generous curves. She smirked at Dan as she nodded towards him.

“How’s he looking, ladies? All warmed up for me?”

The maid that was resting her chin on his balls drew her head back and parted her lips with a wet pop, her thick saliva still running down his shaft.

“Primed and ready, mistress,” she reported dutifully. She licked some of her drool from her lips. “And tasty, if I may say so.”

“You may not.” Corra snapped her fingers and the blowjob maid vanished. “Legions, create another and deliver my guest to me.”

“Yes, mistress!” they chimed happily. They set the chair down in front of the bed as Corra held out her arms invitingly. Her bobbing breasts and Dan’s hard and ready dick made her more irresistible than she already looked, so he eagerly leaned in to latch onto her with his arms and lips. He embraced her as he pressed her back into the bed, his hardon rubbing against her thigh and lower belly as it trailed his precum over her colorful skin.

Corra certainly lived up to her claim as she seemed horny already. She brought her arms around him and raked her manicured claws down his back, spurring on the dead human as his chest pressed down her breasts. She drew his tongue into her mouth, sliding her lips and tongue to lure him into her wet insides. Dan groaned and had just set his cockhead between her pussy lips when she planted a hand on his upper chest.

“Don’t bother,” she warned as she shoved him back, rolling with him to mount him on the bed sheets. Her breasts hung and bounced above his face as she settled into place on him, her wide hips burying his cock inside her. The warm and lusty juices made for easy insertion, especially combined with the coat of saliva over his dick.

“Mmmmm~! Now THAT’S human cock,” she purred loudly, arching her back to thrust out her breasts. Dan released a deep sigh, squeezing the bedsheets in his fists. He started to feel obliged to return the intense pleasure he was feeling, but a pale pair of hands reached around her first. The maids came flocking to their mistress, kissing and caressing her from her rear and sides. Corra shut her eyes in delight, clearly reveling in being the center of attention. The maids groped her breasts and kissed at her neck, putting on a beautifully sexual display for their pinned guest.

“That’s it. Just stay steady there, my little mortal morsel,” Corra encouraged as she planted a hand on his chest. It kept him steady for her to ride on, her thick and slamming hips leaving him little space to thrust back into her. Even with her solid weight pushing and humping down on him, the silky sheets were smooth enough that he slid gently back and forth whenever she shifted the angle at which  her pussy was smashing his cock.

With the legion of lovers seeing to her pleasure on top of the smooth arm cock inside her, Corra soon tilted her head back and bit her lip. The greed demon squirted a generous spray of cum over his dick, warming and wetting his lap as she arched her back. Her breasts bobbed as her fingers squeezed into his chest, squeezing them between her arms as she shuddered through her orgasm. Her wet pussy squeezed around his shaft, milking it with a few more firm humps. Dan tensed as his dick flexed and swelled, shooting a thick and sticky load into the depths of her womb.

Dan sighed and started to relax, only for Corra to give an inviting gesture. The human felt the wave of fatigue suddenly reverse, leaving only the tingling warmth of his release. His softening dick pulsed and stiffened up in a moment. He blinked in confusion up at her.

“Don’t mind me,” the queenly demoness smirked. “Just a basic charm to bring out the best in you. A natural talent for a greed demon, especially when you’re within my home.”

She leaned in and kissed Dan on the lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth and drawing it around inside. Her finely kept claws ran down his chest and he already felt another orgasm starting to boil up in his balls. Corra turned her head to make out with one of her maids as two more caught her hard nipples in between their lips. Dan felt another licking between their legs, lapping from his balls to your ass.

“Isn’t it lovely? All the pleasure, none of the pain… well, none of the exhaustion anyway.” Corra drew her nails under Dan’s chin, sending a fresh tingle through his body. He shivered and came again inside her before he knew it, getting Corra to chuckle as her pussy tensed up around him.

“Glad you agree. And glad to see it’s working,” Corra praised as her maids went on worshiping her. Dan instinctively tried to catch his breath as his cum coated her insides, just to find his dick swelling back to its full hardness as quickly as it could shrink back.

“No need to pace yourself, handsome,” Corra mused. “Still another six hours of all this to go. Unless you’d like an extension, of course…”

The pink woman arched her back and grunted, thrusting her breasts into her legions’ faces. Her thighs squeezed around his as she coated his dick with another squirt of their mixed cum.

“You won’t find a greed demon who’d turn down a gift as sweet at this one…”

Dan couldn’t find the focus to reply as she went on riding him. His body was perfectly capable, but it still left his head spinning. He quickly lost track of time as he came over and over, soaking the bed in their juices. The maids hovered around them, adding their hands, mouths and whatever else was needed to their mutual pleasure. At some point, it all just became a haze of orgasms until he heard a familiar beeping.

“Your phone, sir,” one of the maids reported, arriving at the side of the bed. Its alarm was going off as Corra sighed contently.

“Time does fly when you’re with such a generous lover,” Corra mused as his wits slowly came back to him. “I’ll be glad to keep your account open with me whenever you’re up for more.”

“I think you’ve been plenty generous yourself,” he groaned, running a hand up her thigh. The maids’ hands parted away as he roamed up her body and caressed her breast. “But I’m sure I’ll think of something I could use from you.”

“Well my portal’s always open deer. Come on by whenever you feel like taking something,” she said with a wink.