Greg was roused from slumber in the usual way, by his wife's perfect lips sucking his cock down her throat. He'd come to expect his eyes to open and see the upturned, red asses of his consorts each morning. The demonic whores were so proficient at sucking his cock that he would often wake mid orgasm to find whichever harlot had got to him first struggling to swallow down his corrupting cum.
Greg growled at Victoria, a low, base noise that rattled his whole body and by extension hers. Her black eyes looked up from her treat long enough to see her mate had awoken and they could move on to more rigorous fare. Greg enjoyed her mouth for the moment and wanted some time to collect his thoughts. As she tried to pull away from his cock, his clawed hand grabbed the back of her head and forced her down on his length. He felt slight resistance before she relaxed her throat and let his cock slide down into her neck. With a playful growl of her own, she used her prehensile tongue to tease and caress her master's shaft.
The main reason Greg or any of the others still slept was to be woken up in such a fashion. On the rare occasion he woke first, he found it quite fun to surprise one of his whores by shoving his cock in her. He loved the feeling of their tail lashing at him in confusion while their pussy gratefully massaged his cock. None of them felt a need to sleep or even rest for a physiological reason. They'd given up the frailties of mortality to become demigods. They did not need food or water, but all of them still went through their human rituals. For one, it helped maintain their glamors, but mainly it was habit.
Victoria tugged on his balls and almost whimpered. Her reward was a sudden gush of cum down into her belly. Her eyes flashed up at him, and he released her head. With a wet pop, she let his inhuman cock slip from her mouth and immediately turned her back to him and positioned her pussy over the thick rod. Greg grinned and squeezed her juicy ass as she lowered herself onto him. He watched her bounce on his dick, one arm resting behind his head and the other hand teasing her asshole.
Greg wondered where the rest of his brood had gone. Amy had become his second favorite. Where his wife was voluptuous and soft all over, Amy developed slightly different. Like all his consorts, she had enormous breasts and a thick ass, but she remained a little more trim and athletic otherwise. He enjoyed her ass the most and lusted to be filling it with cum even as his wife bounced up and down in his lap.
The subtle differences in the ones he corrupted came as a surprise. He thought Amy's parents would become similar to himself and Victoria, but they did not demonstrate the cunning of their master. Bill had always been a clever sort, employed as an engineer for most of his life. With the corruption fully taking him, Bill became a walking cock with no other purpose. He happily fucked or licked or sucked whatever he could find, communicating in grunts and gestures. Not that much else was required. The harlots were happy to have a second virile male to play with. Greg could order him around and Bill obeyed, but usually was better left to his own pursuits.
Bill's wife, Wanda, became equally single minded, though after a slightly different fashion. She sported the biggest set of tits in Greg's brood. Wanda leaned into the development, becoming particularly fixated on having her breasts drained of their corrupting milk as often as possible. None of the other demons minded, of course, eagerly lapping up the milk at every opportunity.
Greg's cock throbbed harder inside Victoria's pussy. She felt it vibrating inside her and reached down to tug on her master's swollen balls. He pushed a clawed finger into her ass as he came yet again, filling her pussy with the hot, black ichor. She ground against the invading finger, squealing with delight as her body shook in orgasm and urging Greg to take a more active role. He lifted her off of him and flipped her over, pleased to see her tits wobble, heavily laden with milk of her own. "Time for daddy's breakfast," he snarled as his hulking body loomed over her. His cock returned to her cum soaked pussy and pushed back inside as he lowered his fanged mouth to her breast and sucked the rich tasting fluid from her. While they did not need food, Greg noticed that sex and the resulting fluids, however they entered the body, did seem to give them nourishment. Victoria wrapped her legs around her mate's god like form and pulled him against her with a maddened, gleeful laugh.
Greg returned his thoughts to the whereabouts of his other minions. His former daughter, Emily, did not lack intelligence and drive like the others. She had become her master's favorite pet and shown a penchant for cruelty and corruption that even exceeded his own. After being changed and stripped of her humanity by Amy, Emily took up her master's work with a great fervor. Emily found an old friend of hers and transformed her into something Greg hadn't even thought of.
Becca had become a futanari vixen, sporting a cock comparable in size to Greg's own while still having a delicious wet snatch. Greg enjoyed fucking her from behind while Victoria sucked the girl off. On the other hand, Amy and Emily also created a rather unfortunate creature. Some poor shopkeeper had his soul sucked out through his cock, leaving him an imp, a half man with a fat cock and little intellect. The creature pathetically lurked around waiting for an opportunity to shove his prick into something. Greg thought Wanda pitied the creature and took it under her wing. If he needed to find it, the first place he'd look was cock deep in Wanda's ass.
Greg felt the cum build at the base of his cock. He let go of Victoria's tit with a final nibble that sent a stream of dark milk spraying in the air. Greg pulled back, and his cock slipped free of the harlot's juicy sex to stand out erect over her body. She smiled and opened her mouth before the cock erupted, spraying her with thick ropes of cum that splashed on her face, tits, and stomach. She gulped it down happily as she writhed in her own pleasure, stuffing her tail in her pussy to compensate for the lack of Greg's cock. Finally spent, Greg got out of the bed and headed to the shower after giving her ass another playful squeeze. She snarled in response and set about cleaning his seed off of her like a cat grooming itself.
Stopping in front of the bathroom mirror, Greg took a deep breath and concentrated on the image in his head. The curved horns faded way. He shortened slightly, and his skin lost its red hue. His fangs became normal teeth, and his claws turned into regular fingernails. Slowly the demon in the mirror vanished, replaced by a slightly more fit version of the human Greg Myers. The air around him shimmered as the illusion finalized itself. The only proof of Greg's inhumanity remained in the color of his cock. Despite his best efforts, he remained unable to change it, but that didn't disappoint him too much. He stepped into the shower and enjoyed the sensation of hot water pouring over his body. After a few minutes, a human Victoria joined him. She immediately made it clear that their human forms did not diminish her desires. Greg shrugged and pushed her against the wall as his hard cock slid between her thighs.
***
The usual, sad crowd occupied the bar. They looked up at Greg as he entered, trailed by the three most beautiful women any of them had ever seen. Victoria, Becca, and Wanda looked at the crowd with hungry eyes, but dutifully followed Greg over to the bar where he told them to wait. The bartender looked at the younger and more fit man with envy as he ordered drinks for his harem. Greg took his glass of whiskey and downed it while counting the men and women in the bar. Seven men, other than the bartender, stole glances at the newcomers while hanging their heads over their flat beer and watered down whiskeys. Two women sat among them, pallid and ugly from years of disappointment, smoking, and drink. The women had no problems giving the youthful vixen hateful stares.
Greg put down the glass and turned to Victoria, "I'll finish the arrangement, and we can get to work. Do not cause any trouble until I return." He punctuated his sentence by sliding his hand down the back of her skirt and squeezing her ass while gratuitously probing her hole with his finger. As he did it, he could feel the rise of lust in the room and a tinge of jealousy from the women. He nodded to the bartender and stepped over to the manager's door. Without knocking, he entered.
The small office stank of oil and copper. Greg doubted the door had opened once since his daughter visited earlier that week. At the desk inside sat a miserable looking creature. In his days of demonic servitude, Greg had only met the different levels of lust demons. He knew he had much to learn of his new race, but thus far he expected most demons to have his vigor and increased stature. He had been sold on the idea that a demon was more than a human in every way. His own strength, endurance, and overall power came as no surprise. These traits seemed like normal companions to a thick cock and corrupting cum. In Greg's mind, he could not conceive of a desire more powerful than lust, and yet before him sat a greed demon.
As a human, Jeff had never been a good person. Throughout his life, he sought only material things and tainted everything in that pursuit. When Greg came to him with an offer of immortality for anything in his heart's desire, all Jeff wanted was a million dollars in cold hard cash. At the time, the prospect of seeing all that money blinded him. While not a large sum in general, a million dollars for the run down dive bar was twice over a steal. And yet, the moment he agreed to the deal, Jeff knew he'd been cheated. When the trollop brought his payment, he knew he should send her away, but his greed didn't allow it. He couldn't allow her to walk out with all that money. As he took the payment, his soul became a tattered husk filled with demonic desires.
Greg sat down across from the withered man. "I've come to collect my property," he announced.
The pitiful creature was in the middle of counting out his money for the thousandth time. He looked up at Greg, angry for the interruption. "Your property? You....you cheat."
"A deal is a deal," Greg answered casually. He did not like the look of this lesser demon. Jeff's hair had fallen out, leaving a yellow and picked scalp. His eyes had turned a pale green while his mouth had become crowded by sharp teeth. His form had emaciated to a wispy wire while his hands had become claws tipped with razor sharp finger nails. Jeff's skin was grey and looked as easily torn as paper. While any human would have found the deranged creature horrifying, Greg thought he looked comical, like a paper doll dressed up in oversized clothes.
"Not enough. Not a fair trade," Jeff hissed. "Property is worth twice this. I see now. You could have given more. You should have given more. I deserve more. I NEED MORE!" Every word seethed from the demon's mouth, dripping with malice.
Greg did not expect to feel such anger and certainly not to be affected by it. For a moment, he felt like a fly who had willingly wandered into the den of a spider. His mind cleared, and his bravado returned, "None of your tricks. I could snap your neck and let you deal with a less forgiving master."
Jeff spat, "I won't serve you. My pact lies beyond your realm, whore demon."
