A Demon's Time at the Libidinous Luck 1

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#1 of Stories of the Libidinous Luck

Lykus and Azorious come to the Libidinous Luck Casino, a place on the north side of Maiyone's Red-Light District. Sadly, they don't read the fine print.

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A Demon's Time at the Libidinous Luck

Part 1

For AkimitsuSevecan

By Draconicon

A flip of a coin, and one became two. Azorious stepped out of Lykus, and the red-black incubus rolled his head around his shoulders, cracking his neck as he took in their surroundings.

"A casino, hmm?"

"Not just any casino. This is the Libidinous Luck!" Lykus said, the dark-furred wolf with white strips said, grinning like a madman as he took in the sights. "I've been waiting to see this place for weeks."

"Yes...I remember."

Azorious bit back a chuckle, but the smile refused to go away as he looked around, as well. They were bonded together, so secrets were long-since a foreign concept between them. Bonded down on the mental and emotional level, it was impossible for one to hide anything from the other. If it wasn't for the fact that they were so similar in so many ways, that would have been problematic.

He was just about to step into the main room of the casino to get a proper look when the mole behind the front desk stopped him. Not harshly, just with an outstretched arm.

"Um, pardon me, sir, but..."

Azorious turned, adopting an indulgent smirk as he looked down at the squat, slightly round mole. The white-green suit that was so common in these sorts of places did the mole no favors, not with the way that it didn't help with the short stature of the small man, and the glasses that he wore didn't do anything, either, except to make it look like he had glass cans attached to his face.

"Are you barring me entry?"

"Not - not at all, sir. But you do have to pay in."

"...Pay?"

"Your - ahem - your host has already paid his entry fee. You must do the same."

"...A fee. To gamble."

"W-well, you aren't gambling 'money' here, per se. You are gambling...have you, um, have you -"

"Oh, stop fucking with the man, Azorious. Just pay him."

The canid incubus turned, looking down his muzzle at his host. Lykus crossed his arms, fancy black vest and tight black pants looking all the tighter as the wolf shifted from foot to foot impatiently. He was as antsy as ever to get to the good stuff...

And to be fair, so was the demon. He slowly smiled again, shaking his head slowly before reaching into the pockets of his own leather pants. Withdrawing a small handful of gold - a little hoard that he kept for himself these days - he offered three of the shiny coins to the mole.

"Will this cover it?"

"Yes, sir. Very much, sir."

"Then we can enter, I assume?"

"Ah, just one - one second."

The mole darted back behind his desk, rooting through a series of drawers. Lykus and Azorious shared a glance for a moment, wondering what was keeping the clerk, before the mole pulled his head back up.

"Ah, here we are."

He returned with a pair of green bands, slapping them over the wolf's and demon's wrists. They glowed bright as an emerald under a spotlight, and then faded again, the light remaining as little glint deep down inside the bejeweled bands. Lykus 'oohed' over it, while Azorious narrowed his eyes at the magical feeling that was left behind.

"What is this?"

"Your luck, sir," the mole said. "You've paid for luck to gamble with. Luck and attention, actually, but, um, well, you'll see as you play. Welcome to the Libidinous Luck, and may the games favor you."

Azorious had many questions, but Lykus was too eager. The striped wolf had already abandoned the lobby, running out of the white, green, and black entry chamber to the doorway into the main room. The horned incubus rolled his eyes, his tail flicking back and forth in amusement.

"Good luck, sir," the mole said.

"I won't need luck."

"...As you say, sir."

There was something just a trifle admonishing there, and if the demon had been in less of a good mood, he might have taken the mole up on that. As it was, the wolf's mood was infectious, and he was most curious about this place. He stepped through to the next room and -

"Oh, my."

"Look at that stud."

"Mmm, god, that is some piece of muscle meat."

No sooner had he walked through than he had three Dalmatians clinging to him, each one in little more than a bunny-suit leotard, and all of them fawning over him and rubbing his chest and sides, one of them going so far as to kneel at his side and lean in so that his soft black nose was pressed right to the leather crotch of his pants. Azorious felt the slight huffs that were sneakily sucked in, and he chuckled under his breath. Oh, he was going to like it here.

As the Dalmatians rubbed up on him, he took in the main hall of the Libidinous Luck. Green continued to be the main color, running in stripes and pillars along the walls with clovers and four-leaf patterns dotting the ceiling. The carpet was green streaked with gold and black, and pathways through the green were marked with either color, though he didn't know what they were meant to signify.

Of course, the entryway was - as with many casinos - filled with slot machines, but there were less of them here than in other casinos he'd seen, and these ones, at least, were different. He watched as an orca pulled the arm of the machine, a picture of said orca - doubtlessly scanned by some of the tech in the casino - appearing on the screen at the front of the machine. Azorious grinned as he watched the slots coming down, each successive match making the naked orca image look more and more aroused before -

Buzzer. No winner, and the orca's image dropped into a state of normality once more. An edging machine, he imagined. Edging and teasing, pushing you to enjoy the feeling of the machine all the more.

Clever. Very clever, he thought.

"Where do you want to play, handsome?" one of his Dalmatians asked.

"I've gotten a soft spot for card games."

"Ah, we know many. Poker? Blackjack?"

"Heh...let's go with the classic, shall we?"

"Blackjack it is, sir. Please. Come with us."

The three Dalmatians felt like a lusty honor guard as he walked through the casino, moving at his side and before him. They were hanging on him like some trophy bitches on a rich man, and he would have been lying if he said that he disliked it.

As he walked past the slot machines, he wasn't too surprised to find some live performers, but he was a little surprised to see that they were men, and men in tight, tight, tight speedos, for that matter. They wore bowties and nothing more, and their latex undergarments clung to them so tightly that they might as well have been painted on. They moaned, they arched their backs, and their speedos dripped at times.

It took him a moment to realize that they were part of the games, too. All around them were consoles for betting and spending money, from buying up toy time and sending vibrations through the toys embedded in the dancers to commanding pole-dancing routines. Everyone was laying down bets on how long the dancers would last, and everyone else was spending money -

No, not money, luck. They were spending luck by tapping their wristbands against the machines, adding different conditions, making it harder for the dancers to hold back. It was a game, one that let the betters play against each other.

He liked it. He liked it a lot.

As they left the dancers behind, he spotted Lykus with his own entourage, the wolf already making his way to a poker table surrounded by two big stallions, one on either arm. He looked like some boy-toy being brought along by his buyers, rather than someone that had his own money to spend, but it was cute, and he was having fun.

A lot of fun, considering the stuff that he could still feel through their link. He fed on that arousal, and his tight pants got tighter.

His Dalmatians walked him to a small table about midway through the main hall, just off to the right. The dealer, a slender sphinx of a cat, looked down his nose with a small smile for the demon.

"My, my. A den of sin gains a demon," the cat said with a welcoming chuckle. "How much shall I deal you in for?"

"Heh...let's start with everything and go from there."

"A confident man."

"Heh, I'm a lucky demon."

"Well, Mr. Lucky. Take a seat and tap your band on the clover, if you please. And we'll get started."

He nodded, sitting down and putting his arm out. The clover was right where the chips would normally rest in other casinos, and as soon as he tapped the band against it, the green light glowed brighter. He felt a sense of suction from it, and more, a sense of...restraint. Not like he couldn't move, but rather, like he couldn't leave the table. Azorious arched an eyebrow, looking up at the sphinx with a questioning gaze.

"It's nothing, sir. Just a reminder not to leave the table without your remaining assets."

"Heh. None of the House cheating, then?"

"Not at all, sir. If you're not lucky enough to win, then there's no point in playing in the first place."

"Well, I hope you're ready to lose."

As he pulled his hand back, a few hundred chips appeared. He didn't understand the currency, but he understood the volume. As long as he kept most of them, he should be fine.

It struck him that he was the only one at the table, but that faded from consideration as the sphinx dealt him in, passing him a face-up king and a face-down six. Not the best start, but hardly the worst. He considered, then asked for a hit. A two followed, and he held.

The sphinx had been dealt a face-up six, and as he flipped over the other, it was a ten. Azorious smiled.

"The first round's mine," he said.

"Mr. Lucky is very lucky, indeed," the sphinx admitted. "One wonders if his luck will continue."

"That's the theme of your casino, isn't it? Always getting lucky."

"That does seem to be the thing, sir."

"Another round," he said, even as one of the Dalmatians snuggled up under his arm, rubbing his crotch with one flirtatious hand. "Another round."

#

One round turned to two, then four, and all the way to twenty, and the more he played, the more he won. As the chips piled on at his side of the table, some of them disappeared and went back into the bracelet, while others just stacked higher and higher. Were they adding to his luck against the casino, or was he just imagining it?

Even if it wasn't, it was pulling attention from others. Some of them were staff, so it was expected, but there were fans now, people that were watching him play. Tall and short, wide and slender. Various species that were mostly canine but some of which were not, all of them gathered around with that same posture and scent in the air that he so loved. Lust mixed with admiration and want, and most of all, submission. They saw him as their alpha, and they craved to be under him.

For that matter, one ambitious border collie had managed to slide between his legs under the blackjack table, resting his nose right under the bulge in the demon's pants. He chuckled, occasionally rubbing the obedient bitch's head as he focused on the cards.

For the third time in a row, he got blackjack, a king and an ace being dealt at the same time. The wolf demon chuckled, pushing the cards back and taking his chips.

"What's the catch, hmm?" Azorious asked.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"I'm winning. And I'm winning a lot. How long until you kick me out?"

"We never kick guests out. Not unless they break the rules."

"And how do you know I'm not cheating?"

"Oh, that be simple enough," a new voice said.

Azorious turned to find himself looking at a slightly more mature employee, and one that was dressed a bit brighter. The badger looking down at him had a jacket of emerald green that seemed studded with real emeralds with a white shirt underneath that was clearly recently cleaned, pressed, and arranged for full effect. He all but glistened as he walked around the table, thick shoulders set with a confidence that was as much of an allure as anything else, something that pulled at the demon instinct to break, to tease, to push and see just how far someone could go before they utterly shattered under the touch of a demon's touch.

"See, there be no cheating here at the Luck," the badger said with a chuckle, his brogue quite strong. "The mistress don't allow it, ya see? And she be the power here, not the city outside. Here, luck reigns supreme."

"Then I must have wonderful luck."

"Oh aye, aye. But I have some luck meself." The badger smiled, taking the place of the sphinx. "And I'd like to test me luck against yours."

"Playing with fire, are we?"

"Luck lives dangerously."

"I like that."

"So, what do ye say? A few more rounds?"

Azorious smirked. A little more luck wouldn't hurt, and he doubted that he would lose that much even if the badger happened to be better than he looked. The demon nodded.

"Another round."

They dealt out the cards. Azorious barely got the chance to push his bet forward before the badger flipped his own over, almost as if he knew.

"Blackjack," he said, chuckling.

"..."

"And you..."

Azorious turned his over. Two, and two. Nothing but nothing.

It was the first losing hand, and he felt the pull that came afterward. Not much, but just a hint of something, almost like the time that he'd been temporarily bound to a dildo and been passed around a party. Not an unpleasant time, but feeling something of his essence being sucked out of his form was definitely not something he forgot quickly.

The chips were pulled to the other side of the table, tapped away as the badger chuckled. The wolf demon growled.

"No cheating, you said?"

"Luck be all that matters, here."

"...Another round."

#

It went back and forth, and despite the fact that he was losing more to the badger - which was to say, at all - the fact that he was still winning at least every other hand made him feel a little better. Yet, at the same time, the pile of chips at his side were slowly going down, diminishing little by little as the House won back the luck that it had lost.

The badger, even when he lost, had a near-demonic smile on his face, like some hunter on the chase of its prey. Azorious, against his better judgment, had a snarling smile of his own, leaping into the game and playing it with a vengeance. The idea that someone could look at him like that, looking at him the way that he leered at others, was not something that he could just let pass.

He felt something in the connection between him and Lykus, a little pull, but it was in the back of his head. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the game. Playing it, playing it well, and trusting to luck.

And it was luck. Even if he knew how to count cards, he got the feeling that it wouldn't matter here. Cards that repeated themselves, that were exactly copies in the same deal, things that would never have happened in normal casinos happened with the luck of the draw here. The rules of the game were blending, bending, shifting, and there was no way to stop it.

He loved it.

He loved it.

But then -

"Oh, my, my, my. I think ye might be in trouble," the badger said.

"What? Hardly, I still have - oh."

He looked down at the chips. Two rounds ago, they'd still been sufficient to cover most of his debts, and still cover everything that he had come in with. Now, he had one chip. One solitary chip.

It hit him then. Their link had been more than just his and Lykus's bond with each other; it had been a shared line of credit. And Lykus had been running short, betting more and more without him realizing that it was draining from his chip stores.

And now, he had to bet something. He'd already committed to one more round, and he couldn't default.

He looked up, holding the one chip between his fingers as he fixed the badger with a half-glare. The emeralds on the jacket glittered under the casino lights, and the badger himself wore a grin too self-satisfied by half.

"You knew he was doing that."

"Och, lad, of course. The little cock hound couldn't help himself, though, so don't hold it against him."

"I'll hold something against him," Azorious muttered.

"That be between ye. For now...place your bet."

"...All or nothing," Azorious said.

"Oh ho, raised stakes, eh? Hoping your bloody luck'll carry ye out of this, do ye?"

"It's carried me this far." The demon smiled, pushing the chip forward. "All or nothing."

"All or nothing, laddy."

The cards came. A king facing up, and a five facing down. He tapped the table. A two fell. He tapped again, pushing his luck. Another two.

Stay, he thought. Stay. Just stay. You have 19.

But the badger could have more. He could have so much more, and that was the dangerous part. They were playing with luck, and anything and everything could fuck him over right then.

He tapped the table once more. The badger passed him a card, turned it face-up -

And it was an ace. Twenty. He was flat on twenty.

"Stay," he muttered.

Twenty. That meant that he could at least get a tie here. So long as the badger didn't get too much luck -

Flip.

The badger had a nine and a two. Total of eleven. Azorious's breath caught in his throat as he hoped against hope. The badger dealt himself a card.

The Jack of Spades.

Twenty-one.

"And that...is a win for the House," the badger said, chuckling as he collected the cards. "Oh, laddy, ye really pushed your luck there."

"..."

"Come along now, that's a good laddy. Time to talk about what happens when it goes into the red..."

#

"Idiot," was the first thing out of Azorious's mouth as he was marched into the security office.

"Hey, it wasn't my fault. They said it was a credit line, and that it didn't belong to them. What was I supposed to think?" Lykus asked.

"Twice. You were supposed to think twice."

"Well, you got got, too."

"I just lost what I came in with. You -"

"Actually, ye both be in the negatives, boys," the badger said, nudging him further into the sparsely-appointed room. "And now, we gotta find a way of settling that debt, boys."

"I don't think we met. My name's Lykus and -"

"Yes, yes, boy, I know who ye are," the badger said, chuckling. "Now, both of ye, take a seat and shut yer yaps."

It was a small enough room that both canines were forced shoulder to shoulder while sitting on the other side of a mirror-fronted desk. They were able to see themselves all too well, and Azorious growled under his breath as he felt the temptation to just use his powers to break them out of this. It would have been the effort of a second to completely break this smug son of a bitch under the powers of an incubus.

And yet, there was still the fact that he'd entered into a contract of sorts. Not one that he had entirely understood - and that was on him, completely - but a contract nonetheless. He had to abide by it, much as he hated it .

So, he sat with one leg crossed over the other, not at all above flexing his cock through his leather pants as he fixed the badger with a firm stare. Lykus squirmed, trying to get comfortable while the badger folded his hands together on top of the desk.

"Let's talk numbers, eh? Ye both paid about $300 to get in, thereabouts, right?"

That sounded right for the weight of gold that he'd given up, and Lykus nodded in confirmation. The badger nodded.

"See? Ain't that hard to talk serious with someone. Now, three hundred bucks? That's small potatoes for an entrance fee to a place like this, right?"

"...Where are you going with this, Mr..."

"Mr. Doyle, wolfie, but ye can call me Lorcan. Now, boys, those three hundred are gone, but here's the rub."

"There is no rub." Azorious shook his head. "We ran out of money. So, that means we ran out of things to do. A pity, but we're not interested in lines of credit."

"Och, is that what ye think this is about?" Lorcan laughed. "Oh, boys, boys, nothing further from the truth. See, ye boys ran up a debt, and now I gotta collect."

"...What are you talking about? If this is about Lykus borrowing from me -"

"Heh, oh, come on, surely ye remember. All or nothing?"

"..."

"Gotta even it out somehow, boy."

All or nothing. The glint in the badger's eyes suddenly made much more sense. It hadn't been just the offer of one chip against all the others, but a question of an impromptu loan. He'd taken out a loan in excess of everything that he'd won and lost, and had lost again. Azorious slapped himself across the face, covering his eyes.

"I'm such an idiot."

"Bad luck, I'm afraid, heh."

"What? What happened?" Lykus asked.

"Just...stop talking," Azorious said, shaking his head. "So...what...how much do we have to work back?"

"Och, not that much, really. Not compared to some idiots that pay even more for more luck."

"How much?"

"Just $1,200."

"$1,200?!"

"Each."

Lykus yipped in shock, and Azorious couldn't bring himself to close his mouth, so wide in shock. Twelve hundred dollars wasn't that bad, honestly, but the fact that they'd gone from paid up by a surplus of six hundred to being twenty-four hundred in debt was hard to swallow. He wheezed as he struggled to encompass just how quickly that had happened.

"Now, ye can make that back in about a week here," Lorcan said, reaching under his desk into one of his drawers. "Ain't that hard, really. But, uh, ye might want to know what being in the red does. Look at your bracelet?"

They both did. The emerald green had faded to something of a ruby red, if a little bit brighter and more fiery. It was a look that Azorious rather liked, he had to admit.

"That'll tell ye how much more ye have to earn back. The green'll go 'round the band as ye go. When ye get it all the way 'round, ye are free to go. Ye can earn that back in service or cash tips, but, heh...I think ye will find the service easier."

"...It's the magic, isn't it?" Lykus asked. "Now that we're in the red, it affects us, too. Drags us towards the clients?"

"Right-o, boyo."

"...This is bullshit," Azorious muttered.

"Och, don't call it that, laddy. Particularly not when the grand lady herself can hear," Locan said, shaking his ehad. "But regardless, it be what ye gotta deal with. Ye want to pout, or ye wanna hear the rules?"

"Rules, please," Lykus said.

Azorious slowly nodded. Irritated as he was, he knew better than to decline what little bit of help they were going to get. If they were to avoid being taken advantage of again, he needed to know what other small-print rules there were.

The badger nodded, passing a pair of speedos and bow-ties over to them. The canines looked down, and Azorious looked back up.

"You're going to need to size that up."

"They stretch."

"Not enough for me."

"Indulge me, boys."

"..."

As they pulled the black latex on, feeling it cupping their balls and somehow fitting their oversized dicks, Lorcan leaned back in his chair. Lykus could feel the other man staring at them the whole time, almost measuring them.

He wanted to flex and break out of the speedo. He wanted to show this man that he was better suited as a hunter or some security guard for the casino rather than some little plaything to be passed around. It would have been the work of a split-second to do so -

Contract. Rules.

And despite being a demon, he had a thing about that, and he would keep to it. Much as it pissed him off.

They were soon properly outfitted, their cocks pressing against the latex so much that it pushed them forward as if it was just painted on. Their cocks were obvious, not hidden at all, and the black fabric clung to them like no tomorrow. They sat down again, squirming for whole different reasons as they tried to adjust to the clingy grip.

"That's a better look for ye, boys."

"What are the rules?" Azorious asked.

"Heh, yes, yes, ye should know."

"And, um, how long are our shifts?" Lykus added.

"Ten hours, broken up every two and a half with a thirty-minute break."

So, in reality, eleven and a half hour shifts, but that wasn't too bad with that long a break every two and a half hours. He imagined that they'd have to spend that in the break-room if they didn't want to be working off the clock, too.

"Now, the rules.

"Now that ye are Red-Bands - and yes, that's a term, boys - it means that the casino affects ye, too. Anytime ye see someone would a green band, all that luck that they're walking around with is gonna grab ye like a rope 'round yer neck. A leash, if ye like."

Azorious growled.

"Ah ah. Don't ye start. Now. Ye are gonna feel it hard when ye find someone out there that ain't been attended to yet. Ye want to help 'em out, want to make 'em feel good. And that's what ye are gonna do, isn't it?"

"...How good?" Lykus asked.

"As good as ye can. Company, handjobs, blowjobs, anything ye can get away with out there. It'll snag yer brain like nothing else, and ye'll know exactly what they want as soon as ye set eyes on them."

"Do we even get a choice?" Azorious groaned.

"Och, of course, of course. Ye can choose to wait or to just go for it. Course, the longer that a customer waits without getting their fun, the less the pay-off is, so, if ye get indecisive, it'll take longer to get this done. And lord help ye if ye get picky."

Azorious grumbled under his breath. It was in his nature as an incubus to know what people wanted, sexually, that much was true, but he'd always been one that stuck to dealing with those that knew that they wanted to be on the bottom. Risking those that might want to control him instead was...definitely new.

And it was unsettling that there was a sudden throb between his legs as he thought about it. He looked up, his concern probably written all over his face as Lorcan chuckled.

"That's right. Don't worry, Red-Bands. You'll love it all. We'll take care of that. Even though the bad luck put ye here, our good luck will keep ye happy. We guarantee it."

"What if I don't want to enjoy it?"

"Heh, ye telling me ye want to hate everything ye do instead of getting some pleasure from it? Ye saying that ye want to fall on yer knees and growl all day long, instead of forgetting it for a while and just cumming as ye get throat-fucked for hours?"

"...Lykus, stop touching yourself," Azorious muttered.

The squeaking behind him stopped, and the demon rolled his eyes as he knew that he wasn't going to get any back-up from the wolf. If he wanted to avoid having to suck off or pleasure people from the bottom, he'd just have to deal with being here for a little longer. Surely, there had to be some bitches that came to the casino for some pleasure. There couldn't be just doms coming through. Lykus was here, after all.

"So, boys, ye understand?"

"I understand," Lykus said. "When can I start?"

"Get on out here."

The striped wolf was gone without a thought. Azorious looked down at the badger, and Mr. Doyle looked back at him.

"...You're not just another employee, are you?" Azorious asked.

"Heh, not in the slightest."

"What are you?"

"Her favorite. Now, ye got any more questions, or are ye just stalling?"

"..."

"Go on, doggy. Ye got work to do."

The End

Summary: Lykus and Azorious come to the Libidinous Luck Casino, a place on the north side of Maiyone's Red-Light District. Sadly, they don't read the fine print.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Groping, Casino, Public, Vague Hypnosis, Betting, Gambling, Miniseries, Wolf, Demon, Nudity, Latex, Badger, Dalmatian, Worship,