Dead Man's Harem. Since I can't kill myself, I'll find other ways to be happy.

Chapter 80: The Boss in Black [18+]

*Slurp*

*Lick*

The businesswoman whose otherwise peachy skin was slightly tinted blue-purple's round spectacles slid down her small nose until they were nearly falling off the bridge. She looked up at the face of the man whose demonic cock she was pleasuring.

His face lay expressionless, partly due to the shroud covering his face, but even the facial features that she could make out did not look particularly emotive or expressive. It was strange to say, but he had an air of tainted handsomeness and blighted regality. From what she could see of his face, it was masculine and powerful, even by divine standards.

The shadowy man ran his fingers through her hair as he pushed her head further down, making her gag on his moderately spikey phallus. He lifted her head up again with a firm grip of the roots of her long and silky magenta hued hair and pushed her down onto his cock, the entire shaft sinking into her throat and nearly reaching her esophagus.

"Mmphf!" gagged the divine businesswoman otherwise known as Hecate, the goddess of magic and spells. She was a formidable force herself, but in front of the man that she was currently pleasure servicing with her tongue and mouth, her existence was like a single flame dancing on a recently lit wooden matchstick, compared to a hungry, roaring bonfire with world devouring potency.

Nothing could go against his authority. If he wanted to shove his cock into her mouth and use her as a cumrag, she couldn't stop him. He was normally a laissez-faire manager, allowing Hecate to her own devices for thousands of years at a time without so much as a peep, but ever since that youngster Devon received his passive, his mood was volatile to say the least.

Ah, men, she thought. They were all the same. Proud and ego driven, even one the most transcendent beings of the male gender was prone to sudden irascibility. In fact, the more powerful he was, the more likely he was prone to child-like tantrums. When mixed with divine powers, even a seemingly innocuous tantrum, or a burst of emotion, could cause the universe to quake in fear. Hecate knew this because she herself was aware of her own oversteppings at times.

Such was life as a divine being. If there was nobody and nothing ever to present boundaries of behavior, what was stopping you from doing what you wanted? Humility was what made a person grounded and rational. With enough power, even the gods themselves would get corrupted and drunk with their own power.

Maybe that was why Devon's existence bothered Hades so deeply. Initially, Hecate didn't quite understand why a mere human that received his cherished passive [Dead Man Walking] could bother her famously stoic and reserved manager. But now that she observed Devon's behaviors further, she was beginning to see why.

His behavioral degradation when presented with an unrivaled source of divine power in the form of [Dead Man Walking] mirrored that of a divine being's behavioral degradation over time. How many times did he do things that he normally never would have done in his previous normal human life, simply because he could, and there were no repercussions for his actions? That kind of behavioral degradation was eerily similar to that of a divine entity's.

Devon Hall what an interesting case. A boy whose former life humiliated and destroyed his ego so thoroughly that he was but a shell of his former self in purgatory. A broken man, with a broken mentality. That's what the gods lacked. Humility.

Humility.

*Slap*

*Splat.*

Hecate was receiving a dose of humility at this very moment, with every wet thrust of her manager's hips driving his cock into her mouth, her jaw already hanging open lewdly with her tongue extended far past her lip in an attempt to pleasure him better by giving him a mouth pussy experience, her tongue forming the soft cushiony bottom of her mouthcum receptacle.

She was currently being given a lesson on behavioral boundaries, of being forced to do things she did not particularly want to do of humility, which she sorely lacked as a goddess herself. But really. How many beings in the entire cosmos could degrade her like this, and make her submit to them, and on top of that, submit to them sexually?

She could count on one hand how many there were that could do so. But throughout her long, illustrious life, this was the first time it ever truly manifested.

Hecate could feel the hate and frustration present in every thrust of his cock into her mouth, even as she gagged. Somehow, being forced to submit like this was incredibly erotic, and she felt her nipples grow harder even as her eyes began to tear up from the sheer aggressiveness of his throat fucking.

Suddenly, the aggressiveness of her manager's thrusts amplified in magnitude, and she felt his cock contract and pulsate. A thick substance spilled into her mouth, as her eyes rolled back and her throat rose and fell as she drank his man juice while it shot into her mouth pussy.

The manager still seemed angry.

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