Dust chuckles, their breath hot against your ear as they whisper, "I can tell." Their hand slides up beneath the fabric of your pants, touching you intimately before moving back down to stroke your inner thigh. "Then let's begin," they murmur, guiding you onto the bed and positioning you between their legs. "Show me what you can do."

Dust groans, their hips bucking up off the bed as you begin to pleasure them. Their free hand tangles in your hair, guiding you deeper and faster onto their cock. "That's it, baby," they moan, arching their back. "You're doing so good..." They glance over at Valentino, who watches with a predatory grin on his face, enjoying the show.

As your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, you squirt liquid heat across the set, leaving wet trails wherever your juices land. Your body arches back, every muscle tense with pleasure as waves of release roll through you. The wolf's movements grow erratic, his hips bucking wildly as he feels himself on the brink of his own climax.

The wolf's hips slam into you one final time, his hot seed erupting inside of you as he groans loudly, pouring every last drop of his release into your body. His teeth scrape against your earlobe again, leaving a sharp sting that only heightens the sensation of being so thoroughly used and claimed by him.

As soon as you sign your name on the dotted line, Valentino's expression softens into a predatory smile. He leans forward again, his gold-rimmed sunglasses reflecting the dim light of the room as he takes the contract from you and flicks it open, revealing his signature already there. "Excellent choice, my dear."

With a snap of his fingers, Valentino's wings unfold with a loud crack, filling the air around him with their crimson hue.

"Oh, don't worry about that now," he says dismissively, waving his hand through the air. "You just focus on being my newest little pet and leave all the details to me." He stands up as well, towering over you at his full height of ten feet. "I'll see you bright and early tomorrow, darling~ Now get some rest."

He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers seductively, "You've been such a good boy today... why don't we reward ourselves with a little private time?" Before you can protest or respond, he presses his body against yours and kisses you hard. His tongue slides into your mouth, tasting of smoke and lust as one hand gropes roughly at your ass while the other reaches up to grope your chest through your shirt.

As Valentino grinds his hips against you, his cock hard and insistent behind his leather pants, you feel the last vestiges of resistance slipping away. You moan into his mouth as he takes what he wants, your body betraying you as it arches into his touch. The red smoke curls around you both, obscuring everything but their sensual forms and the desperate need that drives them together.

As if guided by an invisible hand, you walk over to the group of nervous-looking demons gathered near the entrance. They whisper amongst themselves, their eyes darting between Valentino and yourself as he watches with amused interest.

"Hello, boys," you say cheerfully, grinning at them. "Valentino here has some... interesting things planned for you tonight. But first, I thought we could get to know each other a bit better." You take a drag from your cigarette, exhaling smoke rings into the air as they watch in fascination.

The new recruits exchange nervous glances before one of them finally steps forward. "I-Is it true... that he can control you with just a thought?" They look to Valentino for confirmation, but he simply smirks and motions for you to continue.

"Well," you begin, "it's not exactly like that. He trains us, teaches us how to respond to his commands... But in the end, it's our choice whether or not we obey." You shrug, blowing out another smoke ring as they digest this information. "I mean, if you don't want to be here..."

The new recruits look at each other nervously before shuffling closer together. One of them speaks up hesitantly, their voice barely above a whisper. "W-We just want to serve, sir..." The others nod in agreement, eyes downcast and faces flushed with embarrassment.

Valentino chuckles darkly, stepping forward to tower over the group of demons. "Ah yes," he says mockingly, "such a sweet sentiment. Well then, let me welcome you all into my little family."

With that, Valentino claps his hands together sharply, drawing everyone's attention back to him. The red smoke swirls around the new recruits, surrounding their bodies and encasing them in a cocoon of Valentino's control. As they struggle against the invisible bonds, he laughs cruelly and snaps his fingers, releasing them with a wave of his hand.

"There," he says, his voice cold and commanding as he turns to face you once more. "They belong to me now... Just like you." He takes another drag from his cigar before blowing out the smoke, watching it curl around your body like a caress. "And I think they're going to need some training..."

He nods towards the practice room door, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he invites you both inside. The red smoke swirls around you, urging you forward as you step into the darkness, ready for whatever twisted games Valentino has planned for his new playthings.

One day, after what had been a particularly difficult shoot, Valentino invited you back to his private studio. The air was heavy with the scent of smoke and sweat as he paced around you, examining your performance. His black wings were partially unfolded behind him, casting ominous shadows across the room.

"Not bad," he purred finally, running a hand through your hair. "But it could've been better."

You bit your lip nervously, wondering what else he expected from you. He must have sensed your unease, because his eyes narrowed menacingly as he stepped closer to you. "I think... I think I need to see more dedication from you," he said slowly, each word dripping with malice.

Before you could react, he'd lunged forward, pinning you against the wall with one hand on your throat and another gripping your crotch through your pants. His breath was hot and ragged in your ear as he ground himself against you. "You belong to me now," he growled fiercely. "My property."

Your struggles only seemed to excite him further, fueling the flames of his possessiveness and lust. With his free hand, he roughly shoved your pants down around your thighs before grabbing your aching cock in a tight grip. You cried out as he began to stroke you roughly, his hips grinding against yours in time with each thrust of his hand.

"Say it," he breathed into your ear. "Tell me that I own you."