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The casino's grand hall fell silent as the last patron collected their winnings and departed, leaving only the soft glow of neon lights and the distant whir of the slot machines. In the lavish office overlooking the empty gaming floor, Devil lounged in his imposing chair, a predatory smile playing on his lips as he watched his trusted right-hand man approach.
"My dear Dice," Devil's voice was a low purr, laced with mischief. "I've been contemplating... a new arrangement between us."
King Dice paused. "Indeed, Boss? Your contemplations tend to be rather... unconventional."
Devil's grin widened, revealing sharp teeth. "I want you to possess a cunt. Just for me. Just for tonight."
Dice's composure nearly faltered, his hand freezing mid-air as he straightened his bow tie. After a moment, he recovered with his characteristic smoothness. "Well now, that's a... provocative proposition, Boss." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I might be persuaded to accommodate, but I require something in return."
Devil leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Name your terms."
"Before my transformation tomorrow," Dice said with a sly smile, "I want you blindfolded and restrained by chains. Completely at my mercy."
A dark chuckle rumbled from Devil's chest. "Oh, Dice. You always drive a hard bargain." He extended a clawed hand. "Agreed."
They sealed the deal with a firm handshake, supernatural energy crackling between their palms.
That evening, Devil found himself exactly as Dice had requested – blindfolded with a silk scarf, chains wrapping around his torso and limbs, kneeling on the plush carpet of his office. The anticipation made his fur tingle with excitement.
"Boss," Dice's voice was smooth as aged whiskey. "Let's begin with something gentle."
Devil gasped as Dice's fingers traced his entrance, circling slowly before one digit slid inside. The pace was maddeningly deliberate, but soon escalated as Dice added fingers, stretching and probing until Devil was writhing against his restraints.
"Patience, Boss," Dice chuckled. "We're just getting started."
Next came the main event. Dice positioned himself behind Devil, his cock pressing against the prepared entrance. He entered slowly, inch by inch, letting Devil adjust before beginning a rhythm that started gentle but quickly intensified. The sound of flesh meeting fur filled the room as Dice picked up the pace, filling Devil completely until both were breathless and spent.
Afterward, as Devil lay trembling, Dice demonstrated his gentlemanly side by leaning down to clean him with his tongue, lapping away every trace of their encounter until Devil was pristine once more.
"Tomorrow," Dice whispered, removing the blindfold. "Your turn."
The next evening, the roles were reversed. Now it was Dice who found himself transformed as requested, his new anatomy sensitive and responsive. Devil's approach mirrored Dice's from the night before, though with his own demonic flair.
He began with a thorough licking, his forked tongue exploring every fold and crevice until Dice was arching off the bed. Then came his fingers, expertly finding all the right spots before finally, Devil positioned himself to claim his prize.
As Devil entered Dice's newly formed cunt, both groaned in satisfaction. The rhythm was punishing and perfect, Devil taking what he'd wanted while delivering exactly what Dice had craved in return. When it was over, they lay tangled together, both satisfied with their arrangement.
"Same time next week?" Devil asked with a lazy grin.
Dice adjusted his bow tie, already returning to his composed self. "Only if you're feeling particularly creative, Boss."
The End
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