Infernal Gray Ch. 04

"Mom," Sherry Fleming asked one evening over dinner. "What do you think Dad would have thought about the infernals?"

Nicole hesitated. The memory of her husband, Terry, was not exactly a comfortable one, and she had no intention of sharing with her daughter exactly why. The years of sexless marriage, as he claimed he was asexual; his death of a heart attack brought about by "strenuous exercise" in the company of a young woman only a year older than Sherry; those were the highlights. "I guess we have no way of knowing," she said, diplomatically. "More importantly, what do you think?"

Sherry blushed, which told Nicole perhaps more than words would have. "Well," she said, and left it at that.

They grow up so fast, thought Nicole. "Know any personally?" she asked, spearing a slice of chicken and trying to sound casual.

"No," Sherry said. "But one of the girls at school, well."

"You mustn't end sentences with well all the time, instead of saying what you mean, dear."

"Well," Sherry said, trying it as an opener instead. "She apparently knew one very personally, if you know what I mean."

Nicole nodded. "I think I do," she said, forcing a smile. The fact was that she wouldn't mind knowing a demon very personally herself. Her sex drive had always outstripped Terry's, or that's what she'd always thought, and she hadn't been exactly faithful. Like a lot of women, the strong, virile demons held a fascination for her. She'd even gone to Inferno, once, but she'd been turned away. Too old, perhaps, even though she thought she still looked quite nice at forty-two, and could get heads to swivel if she dressed with that intention. She'd heard the word "milf" whispered around her a few times. She might be older than most of the hotties that had been in the line, but she still had her confidence.

"It just makes me curious, that's all. This girl - well, she was just raving about the guy."

"That seems to track with what you read in the papers," Nicole said.

"The papers."

"Well, the websites."

"Saying papers makes you sound old, Mom."

"Thanks honey."

"Oops. Sorry. Well, actually, it's probably good for you to know. Think of it like all the times you told me I wasn't saying something quite right."

Nicole laughed. "I'm definitely not old enough for you to start parenting me. Give it another thirty or forty years."

"But I'll be ancient, then!" Sherry exclaimed.

Letting that be, Nicole let the conversation lapse into a comfortable silence. It was good having Sherry back home for the summer, especially as she'd gotten a good internship with the National Gallery. The place had been lonely with her off in Rhode Island, at college. Lonelier still, as much as Nicole hated to admit it, without Terry. Terry may have been a jerk, but he was a familiar irritation. Now she had no one.

"So," said Sherry, ten minutes later. "I think I'm going to get dressed up and go out tonight. Don't wait up for me!"

Nicole's eyes narrowed. "Out where?"

"Just out, Mom. Don't be a helicopter parent."

"Hmm," Nicole said. The two conversations might be unconnected, but then again, they might not be. She watched as Sherry excused herself and ran upstairs to change.

Normally, Nicole would go right to cleaning up, but she didn't do that. She hurried to her office and did a quick search. She probably was being ridiculous. Her daughter was probably not especially innocent after two years away at college, and almost certainly not a virgin. She took after her mother in lots of ways, and a healthy libido was probably one of them. Not that Nicole's libido had always resulted in healthy behavior, but that was another thing. With Terry, she had done the best she knew at the time, even if twenty-twenty hindsight gave her some regrets.

Nicole clicked a bookmark, entered a password, and ended up on the Demon Trackers website, infamous because it was used by both stalkers of the lecherous sort, and anti-demon protestors.

There he was. Grayson Harding, her former lover. He'd been wholly human when she'd known him, of course. Human, young, impressionable, and very good in bed. Presumably the change had made him even better. Nicole had almost reached out to him when Terry died and she was "free" but she saw that he'd married, and so she resisted. She'd thought of it again, when she'd discovered he'd become an infernal, because infernals were not monogamous. All the articles she'd read were quite certain about that. But she'd managed to keep away, so far, because she guessed that he hated her.

She'd lied to him, after all. Told him she wasn't married, like Terry had insisted she do. Told him Terry didn't know, when he found out, because Terry didn't care whether she fucked around but he liked to know she had to sneak around to do it. It made him feel secure in their fucked-up marriage, and it protected him from being called a cuckold by his friends.

But Gray was a good man. Was what she was thinking crazy? Probably. But if there was a chance it would protect her daughter, she had to take it. It seemed unlikely that all demons were good men.

His demon name was "Ur."

She looked up a few other things. The timing was right, for what she suspected. Sherry would make it there maybe ten minutes early.

She heard Sherry on the steps, with the unmistakable rhythm of high heels, and she hurried out of the room. She was not surprised to see her daughter in a very short, very tight dress that showed a bit of cleavage. Nor could she judge Sherry. She had worn a few outfits like it herself. But it was further evidence for what she suspected.

"Going to Inferno?" Nicole asked, as mildly as she could.

"Um. Well," Sherry said.

"I'm not judging," Nicole said. All those years of stepping out on Terry had cost her in terms of being honest with her daughter, and she knew that being honest was the way to get frankness in return. "I tried going there myself, half a year ago. They, um, turned me away, I'm afraid, so there's no exciting story to pump me for."

Sherry got a look on her face. "You could come with me, Mom. I bet we'd get in if we're together."

Nicole blinked. Maybe they would, at that, but it was a thought that would take more than a little adjusting to. Besides, it would take her time to change, and then they wouldn't be there by opening, which would cut into Sherry's chances. Which maybe was exactly what Nicole should want, but somehow it seemed hypocritical. "No, dear, not this time, I'd make you late and I'd cramp your style. Maybe some other time. But forgive me if I'm a little concerned about my baby girl."

"Oh, Mom," Sherry said.

"I'm sure most demons are good people. But I can't help but worry that some aren't, and they do - well, they're fascinating, as you said. So, if you're going to go, um, hook up with a demon, I want you to find someone who will treat you well."

"Oh," Sherry said, looking a little shocked that her mother had spoken so calmly about her "hooking up." "Um, thanks?"

Nicole realized that her idea would never work. She couldn't set Sherry up, at least not by telling her to look for a particular guy. She'd have questions Nicole wouldn't want to answer, and besides, what twenty year old woman wants to date the man her Mom recommends as safe? And reverse psychology wouldn't work, either. If she warned Sherry away, Sherry would stay away.

"Just use good judgment, dear. And know that if you get in over your head, I'll drive any distance to help, and I'm only a phone call away."

"Aww! Thanks Mom!" Sherry headed toward the door, gave Nicole a kiss on the cheek. "You're the best. Even if you are psychic. I can't believe you figured out where I was going! Or that you're not all mad about it. See you in the morning!"

Nicole stared after her and sighed. Did she really want her daughter dating her ex-boyfriend? Their history would be bound to come out eventually. That might lead to more honesty, more frankness - or it might be a disaster.

She raced to the door. "Are you on birth control?" she yelled at her daughter, who was practically to her car, which was parked on the street.

"Yes, Mom!" Sherry shouted. "Now the whole neighborhood knows!"

I should have gone with her, Nicole thought. Dammit. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

She pulled out her phone, and called a familiar number that she hadn't called in ten years.

Gray was relaxing after a hard but satisfying day of painting when the phone buzzed. Without missing a beat on the blowjob she was giving him, Model grabbed the phone from the coffee table and handed it to him. He'd never deleted the contact, so it showed, "Nicole."

"What the fuck?" he asked.

Model just kept bobbing her head, but she did widen her eyes and look a question at him.

He was too curious not to answer, even though he was tempted to just block it. He swiped the green circle and said, "Yeah? Butt dial?"

"No, Gray. I'm sorry, but please listen."

"I'm married now," he told her. And getting a blowjob from my slave, while my wife reads a book in the next room over. But he didn't say that part. Better for "I'm married" to be a clear "not available," no matter how available Nicole had been while married.

"Yes. I know. This is about Sherry."

Sherry. It took him a moment to remember who Sherry was. Nicole's daughter. The reason she wouldn't leave her husband. It was unfair to judge the girl on that, but that was what he'd been given in the end. He probably shouldn't have wanted Nicole to leave her husband for him, anyway, but he'd been infatuated at the time. "What about Sherry?"

"She's going to Inferno tonight."

"And you want to warn me away? Wait, how did you know that --"

"Never mind that. And no, I'm not warning you away. She's an adult, she knows what she wants. I want you to take care of her. As a favor - no, I know you don't owe me any favors. As - well."

That habit, ending sentences in the middle when she got flustered, was familiar. "I was planning to stay in."

"I've seen your recent work, Gray. It's amazing."

Gray wondered at the change of subject, and he was wary. "Uh, thanks. Working hard."

"Sherry would make an amazing model."

"You want me to paint your daughter. Naked."

"I want to keep her safe. I know you're good people. If you can honestly tell me that she'd be perfectly fine with anyone there, then I'll drop it."

Yeah, no. The "I'll drop it" sounded like she thought that she could threaten to badger him, and he wasn't going to play that game with her. "You'll drop it anyway, Nicole, I'm not going to let you harass me into doing anything." He hung up, and hit block. He wasn't going to do Nicole any favors.

Model increased the pace, doing that little thing she did with her tongue, her lips a sliding vacuum seal around his shaft. He gave her the reward she was looking for, spraying his hot spunk, loaded with infernal hormones, down her throat. It was enough to make the athletic twenty-five year old orgasm herself, and he never got tired of watching that.

A few minutes later, he sighed. "We're going to Inferno, I guess," he said.

"Yes, Master," Model said. "You wish to draw me en flagrante, again?"

Painting of young ladies having sex with demons had become a huge money maker for him. And Model was his favorite model. It only bothered him a little that meant she had to have sex with other demons in order that he could capture her in action. He knew who she belonged to.

The words Property of Grayson Harding were, after all, engraved on the blue steel collar permanently affixed around her neck.

"Betty," he called. "I'm going to Inferno."

Betty came out. "Two girls not enough for you?" she teased. "Well, have fun."

"You could come with," he said.

"Hmm," she said. And then, "Well, what the hell. Sure. What's the dress code?"

"Model, help Betty find something, and then get dressed yourself."

"Yes, Master," said Model, formerly known as Sara. She was naked except for the collar, as usual around the house, and as she stood and stretched the athleticism of her body was obvious.

Gray changed into his demon form, and pulled on some jeans. Jeans, and shirtless, would do fine for him at Inferno. He looked at his phone, and thought of telling Nicole that he was going to go, but decided against it. He didn't owe Nicole peace of mind, any more than it was his responsibility to look after young women, who generally went to Inferno knowing exactly what they were looking for. But it was one thing to feel that way in the abstract, another when it came to someone specific, even if he'd never seen Sherry in the flesh.

It wouldn't be too hard to just mention that he knew her, and tell the other demons to treat her well. That would be enough. There were too many nubile and willing babes at Inferno for a demon to fixate on any one girl, and besides, most of them that he knew there seemed like good people. Of course he didn't know everyone. He wouldn't say "hands off." Just treat her right.

He wished he could say that all demons were upstanding members of society, in their own infernal way, but they could be tempted like anyone else.

Hell, maybe he'd draw her. A nice evening drawing seemed like a fine idea.

The clack of heels on the stairs heralded that the girls were back. Betty came down wearing a simple little black dress, conservative by Inferno standards, but still quite sexy on her slim figure. Model wore a schoolgirl skirt and a white shirt with a black bra visible beneath, and of course the collar. That never came off. Gray took a moment to admire them both.

"So why the sudden desire to go to the demon sex club?" Betty asked.

"Uh, yeah. I told you about Nicole."

Betty chuckled. "A few times. The lying bitch."

Well, Betty remembered who he was talking about, and it wasn't surprising that was her takeaway. He'd thought the same enough times. "Her daughter is going to be at the club. She asked me to look after her."

Betty raised her eyebrows. "And when she calls, you come running? Still?"

Gray shrugged. "If you were in my position, wouldn't you feel responsible if anything happened to her?"

Betty frowned. "I suppose." And then she got a little glimmer of amusement in her eyes, and she smiled. "And I also suppose if there wasn't a part of you that wanted to go, you'd still say no. Let's go. Should be interesting."

By the time they got there, the line was mostly gone, with only a few people still hanging outside the door. None of the people still outside were likely to get in unless someone left early, and they knew it. Gray parked the car in the back lot. The front entrance was for paying customers, and Inferno had been able to increase the rates several times. Getting in wasn't cheap. The back entrance was for demons and those who accompanied them.

It was locked, but Gray had a key.

The little back room was deserted, because the party was already in full swing.

"How little do you want me wearing?" Model asked.

Gray started to say she could wear whatever she wanted to, but he knew that answer would disappoint Model, although she'd try to hide it. "Nothing at all," he told her.

She beamed and started stripping.

Betty caught his eye, and he smiled. "You can be however you're comfortable," he told her.

"I think I'll keep my clothes on," she said.

"I figured."

Once Model was naked, they walked on through to the club. As usual, he carried a big drawing pad, and had pencils and erasers in a small bag on his hip. Gray and Model had been a few times, but he tried to see it through Betty's eyes. The dim light made it hard to see very far, and the faintly reddish tone made everyone look a little demonic, although you could still tell the infernals from their admirers, even without the evidence of horns and tails. The music was loud, pounding, although there were clubs where it was louder.

Most of the women were street legal, but there were a lot of bare breasts and more on display. On the raised dance floor, a dark-skinned woman was bent over a rail and being pounded from behind by a large demon. Several demons danced with multiple scantily clad beauties. Others mingled down below, generally surrounded by plenty of women. Off to the side, a few men knelt in front of a tall, red, demonic goddess of a woman.

"What's she look like?" Betty asked.

Gray shrugged.

"Then how are we going to find her?"

"We have a name," Model said. "I'll go talk to the bouncer, and get a description."

"The bouncer's outside, and you're naked," Betty pointed out. "I'll go talk to the bouncer."

"He wouldn't tell you," Gray said, reasonably. "I'll go talk to him."

But he didn't have to. As he made his way across the dance floor, he spotted a young lady who had to be her. Her little black dress was nothing astounding, but her features startled him, and so did the long hair, visibly auburn even in the odd lighting that made everyone's hair look a little reddish. She had Nicole's large chest, too. She was unmistakably Nicole's daughter, and she was hanging back, checking out the place rather than diving into the middle.

He walked over toward her.

"The door is that way," Betty said.

"I know," Gray said. He arrived in front of the young woman, who looked up at him with a mixture of desire and shyness in her eyes. She met his gaze as if forcing herself to do so, but then she straightened and pushed her chest out a little.

"Hello there," Gray said. "New to Inferno?"

"Yes. First time."

"I'm Ur," he said. Had Nicole ever mentioned someone named Gray to Sherry? He didn't want to think about the fact he'd been such a secret. "This is Betty. And Model."

"Sherry," said the girl, confirming his guess. She looked at Model, taking her in her nakedness. "Model is your slave?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Wow," Sherry said. "This is all so real. And you, you're really a - really an infernal, and you're talking to me." Her voice, too, reminded him of Nicole, the way she'd been when he first met her, before he found out about the husband and the lies.

"I am actually talking to you," Gray said, not actually sure what to say.

"Oh my god, this is so exciting!" Sherry said.

"What did you come to Inferno for, Sherry?" Gray asked.

"Well," Sherry said, and even under the red lights Gray could tell she was blushing. "I'd heard, well, I imagine everyone's heard, I mean, that sex with demons is just supposed to be amazing. I mean infernals! Crap!"

"It's okay, Sherry. We're all pretty used to it, and most of us don't get too bent about the name."

"It's true, by the way," Model said. "Sex with infernals is absolutely out of this world. I can't imagine having sex with a human man anymore. Although of course if my master ordered me to, I would."

Sherry looked over at Betty. "And how do you fit in?"

Betty laughed. "Don't mind me, I'm just his wife."

"His wife?" Sherry said, as if this were a new and novel concept.

"We were married before the change. And here we still are." Betty chuckled. "And of course I love the amazing sex."

"Of course," Sherry nodded.

Gray realized he didn't have a plan. Certainly spending the whole night fucking Sherry wasn't what he'd intended, although it was starting to tempt him. He wondered if Nicole would consider that protecting her, or not. Not that he had to do what Nicole wanted. Sherry may not have answered his question directly about what she wanted, but she'd come awful close, and he definitely didn't owe it to Nicole to stop her from getting some hot demon sex. In fact, it would mean to do so.

But there was a part of him that loved the idea of letting Nicole know he fucked her daughter, and he didn't trust it.

He wanted to fuck her.

He wanted to paint her.

"Don't mind me," Betty said. "He's not exclusive. I watch him have sex with Model all the time."

"That's amazing that you can be so open," Sherry said.

"Demons aren't our equals," Model told her. "Of course we share him, happily. We wouldn't dream of telling him he couldn't have anything, or anyone, he wanted, and we love seeing him satisfied."

Betty didn't correct her, but he wondered if she, too, wouldn't dream of denying him anything. He had no complaints, in any case. And Betty had gone out of her way to tell Sherry he was available, and yet something held him back.

Would he be fucking her just to get back at Nicole? That wasn't fair to Sherry. It might not even be fair to Nicole.

"Let me introduce you to a few other people," he said. "Good people you can trust."

Sherry smiled. "You seem trustworthy," she said. "Wait. You're Ur? That Ur?" She did a double take, and then looked at Model. "Oh my god, you have to be, because she's - oh, duh, she's your model, so she's named Model! Oh wow!"

His paintings, under both names, had been getting a little bit of notoriety lately, but he hadn't been aware he was that well known. "You've um, heard of me?"

"I love your work," Sherry gushed. "I did a paper on it in my Contemporary Movements class, because it's different. How your subject matter informed your style, and all that sort of thing. Although maybe it was all stuff and nonsense! Oh, I'd be so embarrassed to show it to you. I'm an art student at RISD."

"Risdy?" Betty asked.

"Rhode Island School of Design," Gray told her. "Um, nice to meet a fan."

"Squeee!" was all Sherry managed to say.

Model giggled.

"I'd love to paint you," Gray said.

Betty coughed.

Gray didn't intend a double meaning, and Sherry didn't seem to notice one. "Oh, I'd model for you anytime! But you'd want me to - oh my god, what would you want me to do? I mean, most of the time your paintings show a girl with a big, huge red cock, and - you know, I've mast - um, wait, you don't need to know that. Uh, hi!"

"Hi Sherry," Gray said, chuckling.

"Master," Model said, "would you like to draw both of us together?"

Or fuck both of you together, thought Gray. But drawing was something he could do here in the club, easily, and perhaps Sherry would get what she came for in the process. "I was going to introduce you," he said. "Maybe we can work out something."

Sherry nodded enthusiastically.

He steered them over to where Blake - Belphegor, he had to remember his demon name - stood with a small crowd around him. There were a couple of girls Gray didn't recognize around the other demon, but he knew Chloe, whose swollen belly looked like she was ready to give birth in a month or less, and Padmeena. They both wore white crop tops and short skirts. Chloe's said "Infernal baby on board," and Padmeena's read "Demons Only!"

"Hey Gray," Blake said.

Gray laughed. And he'd been nervous about remembering the name. "Blake," he said. "This is Betty, my wife. And Sherry, she's new."

"Ah. Hi Betty, nice to meet you. I've heard only good things," Blake said. "And hi Sherry. Heya Model. This is Chloe and Padmeena, and... " He looked at the other two girls. "I'm so sorry, I've forgotten your names."

The girls gave their names, so Gray could forget them too.

"Strange favor," Gray said. "But I was thinking I'd like to draw Sherry and Model together with someone, and I thought of you."

"You want me to stand with my arms around them or something?" he asked.

"Well, and maybe a little more. Seems like people really like it when there's a cock in the picture."

"Two-girl blowjob?" Model asked Sherry.

"Uh, sure?" Sherry said. "If -"

"Don't worry too much about the pose," Gray said. "Just make it all look natural."

"Oh my god," Sherry said.

Model grinned at her.

"So, as a favor to you," Blake said, "You are throwing two beautiful girls at me?"

"Well," Gray said with a grin. "Yeah." Of course, the place was full of beautiful girls, and Blake could pick them up. Hell, the two girls whose names he'd forgotten were knockouts. Just not quite in Sherry's class, or Model's.

"I'll do it," Blake said, "if I get one of the drawings you do. I know you discard a bunch of them."

"Deal."

"Where do you want us?"

"Well, if you're right on the edge of the stage there, I can get a good drawing in from that table, without the rail in the way," Gray said.

"Sure. Ladies?" Blake said, gesturing to Sherry and Model.

"Can I join in?" asked one of the nameless girls, a blonde.

"It's Gray's show," Blake said.

Gray shook his head, and the two girls moved away. Gray got out his drawing pad, and Chloe, Padmeena, and Betty stood behind him, watching.

"I love the way you tell Model what to do," Padmeena said. "I tried to talk Blake into the whole Ruritanian slave thing, but he's not going for it."

"Uh, yeah," Gray said, absent mindedly. His pencil raced across the pad. Not that he had anything good yet. Sherry looked awkward, Blake looked posed. Only Model managed to look natural as Blake put his arms around both girls.

But then the girls moved. Model unzipped Gray's pants, and now there was the obligatory big red cock in the picture. She wrapped Sherry's hand around it, and the look on Sherry's face was perfect, her jaw dropping open as if she was amazed at the size of it, which she probably was. Most demons had cocks around a foot long, and Blake and Gray were no exceptions.

Then the girls knelt next to it, worshipfully. He flipped the page and drew again, trying to capture the essence of it so that he could turn one or two of the drawings into paintings later. Blake was right, he 'discarded' a lot of the drawings. Not literally, but they sat with other filled pads, unsigned, rarely if ever to be looked at again.

Model wrapped her lips around Blake's cock, and then passed it to Sherry. Sherry struggled to get it into her mouth.

He had a moment's thought of sending a drawing to Nicole, and brushed it away. Sherry wanted this, all of it.

"This is kinda hot," Betty said, fanning herself.

"Isn't it, though?" Padmeena said.

"I love knowing my man is having a good time," Chloe said.

And it seemed that Blake was, as his cock got harder and harder. Sherry and Model passed it back and forth, Model licking Gray's balls during Sherry's turn. Getting the idea, Sherry did the same when they swapped.

Gray kept drawing. Somehow Sherry managed to retain a certain innocence and wonder in her expression, and he got that on paper. Model looked and acted like the experienced guide. A good picture hinted at a story, enough that the viewer could make up more.

Model told Sherry to pull down her dress, and she did. Her breasts reminded him of Nicole's, but they were more youthful, almost gravity defying. Then Sherry bunched up her dress, to bare her hips, and her ass. She was wearing only a tiny thong.

Gray got it all, blocking out the conversation around him as he concentrated on his work, flipping pages when the trio moved. He was vaguely aware of Chloe making some kind of inarticulate noise.

Now Model was jacking Blake off, and Sherry knelt, her mouth opened. Model had guided them around so that he could see Blake in profile, Model behind his cock, and Sherry's expression as she stuck her tongue out. And then, cum spurted from Blake's cock and Sherry jerked back in surprise as the first gob shot into her mouth. The next hit her tits, and then Sherry leaned forward again to catch the rest on her face.

Even Gray couldn't draw fast enough.

"Oh!" Chloe said.

"That's ten minutes apart," Padmeena said. "Blaaaake!"

"Oh my god," Blake said, "Contractions?"

"Yeah, we gotta go now!" Padmeena yelled.

Blake jumped off the stage. "Sorry girls!" He ran to Chloe, scooped her up, and started running for the exit, not bothering to zip up.

"I can walk!" Chloe said.

Padmeena hurried after them.

Gray actually forgot his drawing, and didn't manage to capture the show Model was putting on for his artistic benefit, as she licked the cum off Sherry's face and then snowballed it back to her.

If I ever had children, he wondered, would they look as much like me as Sherry looks like Nicole? The thought at least made him look back at the two girls, and while he didn't draw them, he couldn't help but notice how damn sexy they both were.

He saw Raj walking toward them, one of the few demons at Inferno that didn't give Gray positive vibes, and he got up. Model glanced around, took in the scene, and guided Sherry quickly to the steps that led back toward Gray.

"You know you want her," Betty said. "Just do it. I want you to."

"Oh my god, I am so horny right now," Sherry said. "That was so hot."

"Just ask him," Model said.

Sherry looked at him. "Would you please fuck me?"

Her dress was pulled down, baring her breasts. She lifted the hem, showing off her lovely tanned legs.

"Do it," Betty urged in his ear. "Fuck her brains out. Get revenge on that bitch."

"She's so high on demonol," Model said. "You can't leave her like this." Model bent down, reached under Sherry's skirt, and pulled the other girl's panties down.

Betty reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. Red, huge, and hard, it jutted up toward the ceiling.

Of course he could stop it all, if he wanted to. He couldn't for a moment pretend that Betty and Model were pushing them into it, and that he had no choice as Sherry stepped out of her panties and walked toward him, pulling her dress up and off as she did.

But he wasn't going to stop it, because he wanted her. Not because she was high on demonol. Not to get revenge on Nicole. But because Sherry had whatever it was that had drawn him to her mother in the first place.

He beckoned her forward.

She straddled his legs. "You're my idol," she said. "I can't believe I get to do this."

"On birth control?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, her wet pussy brushing against the head of his cock. "May I?"

"I want you," he told her.

She took that for the consent that he had meant it to be, and guided him inside her. She was so tight, but also so very wet.

He cupped her full breasts, and watched her big brown eyes as she kept lowering herself, taking him further inside her. "Oh," she said, "So big." But she kept going, even though discomfort flashed across her face, only to be again replaced by desire.

"Fuck my husband," Betty told her.

He felt a tongue on his balls, and realized that Model had knelt to worship him.

"You're splitting me open," Sherry said, "Yes!"

He grabbed her hips, helping her hold herself up, in case he was too much for her.

"I can feel you against my cervix," Sherry told him. "How much more?"

He glanced down. "A couple of inches."

"Make me take it all," she said. "Claim me."

An animal urge to dominate ran through his head. Claim her. He grabbed her hips, and pulled as he thrust up, and she yelped. He let his tail wrap around her, and slide between her butt cheeks.

Claim her.

He kissed her, driving his tongue inside her, ignoring the taste of Blake in her mouth. He didn't mind sharing. He'd shared Model several times, to draw her, without the slightest doubt that she was his. As he wanted Sherry to be.

Claim her.

Betty's hands massaged his shoulder, while he pumped into Sherry. Normally a position like that put the woman in control, but Gray was too strong for that. He could arch his hips and lift Sherry up, then pull back and wait for gravity to pull her down onto his cock again until it was deep inside.

"I'm cumming!" Sherry yelled.

"Good girl," he told her.

"Yes!" Sherry said, pushing her tits into his face. "More please. More please!"

He fucked her hard, watching the way her breasts bounced, enjoying the way she grabbed onto him like she was desperately riding a bull and trying not to get thrown. He had no intention of throwing her, but he didn't mind getting close and watching her desperation to keep him inside her.

She came again, gushing onto his legs this time. "Oh my god I peed!" she yelled.

"Squirting," Betty said. "It's perfectly natural."

"I've never!" Sherry said.

"Welcome to big red cock," Model told her.

"It's okay?" she asked Gray.

"It's more than okay," he told her. "Just enjoy."

She shuddered, and he thought for a moment she was mortified, and then realized she was having another orgasm.

"I'm close," he told her.

"Then cum inside me," she said. "I want you."

"Cum inside her," Betty urged, whispering in his ear.

Model said the same thing, not with words but with her mouth on his balls and her finger rubbing his prostate.

He exploded, filling her with his seed, and at the first spurt she came again, her pussy squeezing and milking him, pulsing in time with his cock. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she looked almost more like a saint in ecstasy than a sinner.

His cum overflowed her pussy, and she leaned forward, holding him tight for a moment, and then letting her limbs go limp in exhaustion.

Model lapped at the base of his cock, catching the overflow.

"Amazing," Betty said. "Oh!"

The sound had been so much like Chloe's that Gray's head jerked to look at her. Betty had her dress pulled up, and she'd just made herself cum. Gray smiled, and then turned his attention back to Sherry.

"You okay, sweetie?" he asked.

"Way behher an ohay," Sherry told him, skipping the consonants.

He chuckled, and held her, enjoying the way her soft body felt against his. She wasn't a small woman, but she felt small to him at that moment, wrapped in his big red muscular arms. He wanted to protect her, and he could protect her. No one was going to mess with him.

"Was I good for you?" Sherry asked, after some silence.

"Yes," Gray told her honestly. "Very."

"I hope we can do that again," she said. "I'd do anything." She seemed to think about it for a moment, and then repeated, "Anything."

Claim her.

"Well," Gray said. "There are plenty of other demons here. I can tell you which ones will take good care of you."

"Don't you want me again?" Sherry asked, pulling back, the hurt visible on her face.

"I do," Gray said, regretting what he said, but knowing why he said it. Nicole made it complicated, and Sherry had no idea, as far as he could tell.

"Please, then. I don't want the others. You - it isn't just your body, it's your soul. I can see it in your paintings. I could feel it, just now."

Were those the words of a mystic, or a very impressionable art student who had just managed a bit of star fucking?

"You barely know me," Gray said.

"I know what I want. Don't treat me like a child. I'm a grown ass adult."

"Maybe 'anything' means treating you like a child."

Sherry frowned at him.

He shook his head. "Don't worry, it's not my thing. But you did say anything."

"I did. It's a silly thing to say, isn't it? No one ever really means anything. Or at least they shouldn't."

"You are a grown ass adult." Gray said with approval.

"But I meant something by it."

Gray grinned. "Let's figure out what that something means. With a little time. I - I'd like to protect you, in the meantime."

"From red cock frenzy?"

"Sure."

"Deal. I won't - I won't fuck any other demons, unless, well, no. Let's just leave it at that for now. We - can figure out if something else is on the table, with a little time. Like you said."

"May this slave speak?" Model asked.

"Of course," Gray said.

"Sherry, would you like to help me clean Master up?"

"Oh!" Sherry said. "I suppose, well, that does seem like the sort of thing that might be included in anything, doesn't it?"

"It is part of anything for me," Model said.

Sherry nodded. "May I?" she asked.

Who was he to say no? He lifted Sherry off of him, and more cum ran out of her as he did. She knelt next to Model, and together they started licking the cum and squirt of his cock, his balls, and his thighs.

"Why am I a little bit jealous of them, Gray?" Betty asked, softly, her mouth near his ear.

Gray shook his head. "They aren't doing anything you can't do."

Betty shook her head. "No, that's not true. They are doing something a slave can do, and a free woman - well, I wouldn't dream of it. Especially not another woman's - well, you know. It's strange. They can do it, and love doing it, but for me, it would mean - I don't know how to put it."

"Lowering yourself?" he murmured.

"Maybe that's it."

"Then don't be jealous," he said.

"It's not that simple," Betty replied.

Their job finished, Model started pulling his pants up again, and Sherry, taking her lead, helped. Of course Gray needed to lift his butt off the chair for them to succeed, and it was easier just to stand up.

"Come," he said, after they had him decent again, not that anyone minded seeing a big red cock out in the open at Inferno. "Let me introduce you to people, and we can just watch for a bit."

So Gray showed them around, and they stayed for another hour. Sherry put her dress back on. Model and Sherry exchanged contact information, and Sherry admitted she was getting tired, and should probably drive home before it got later.

He walked her to her car, and Model and Betty stayed in the club while he did so. He thought of telling her not to tell her mother, but what reason could he have for that? Instead, he exchanged numbers with her, and told her that if she had any second thoughts, to call him.

"I won't have second thoughts," she told him. "Thoughts about seconds, maybe."

He chuckled. "Are you free Tuesday night?"

She nodded. "If I wasn't, I'd become free," she told him.

"Okay. Let's have a date, then. And we'll talk about what anything means, and what it doesn't."

"Sounds good," Sherry said. "I can tell you now that it means a lot, but - maybe I'll want something in return."

He nodded. There was one thing girls who came to Inferno wanted. "Big red cock?" he asked.

Sherry turned red. "Well, that. But I meant - I mean, well, I'd - shoot."

"Out with it."

"I would love it if you would mentor me. As an artist, I mean."

"Ah. Well, in that case, I would have to get to know you as an artist, rather than as a beautiful young lady who made me feel amazing."

"I made you feel amazing?" she asked. "Because so did you. I mean, that was by far the best sex I've ever had. By far." She held out her hands as far as apart as they could go, as if to demonstrate.

"Yes. Bring your portfolio Tuesday."

"Oh! It's funny, because I was just naked in front of you, and you drew me, and then I was naked on top of you, and you saw my O-face, but my portfolio? Now I'm nervous." She put her hand on the driver's door, and the lock clicked open.

"An artist can't be too nervous about showing her work," he told her. "There, some mentorship for free."

"Some of it's kind of imitative."

"You're in what, your first year?"

"Second."

"We all learn from imitating the masters."

"Um, yes." She opened the door, and slipped in. "I'll bring it. I'm saying that now, because it commits me."

"Good girl," he told her, and chided himself because he needed to stop saying that to people who weren't Model.

But she didn't object, just blushed. She started the engine, and he took a step backward. He was about to head into the club when she rolled down her window, so he stopped.

"I meant," she said, "that some of it's imitative of you."

The car rolled away before he found anything to say to that. He walked back, gathered up Betty and Model, and told them they were all going home. He asked Betty to drive, so he could sit and think about where all this was going, and where he wanted it to go.

And he wondered what, if anything, Sherry would tell Nicole about her evening. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his phone. He unblocked Nicole. He didn't know that he had anything to say to her, because he was certainly going to let Sherry handle her relationship with her mother. But it seemed smart to keep conversation lines open, and whatever happened in the past, could stay in the past. The present and the future were far more interesting.