Filthy knit his brow as he sat at his desk and rifled through one stack of paper after another. Managing a number of businesses was enough of a headache in and of itself, but his stress of late had been on an entirely different level. Finding the particular form he was looking for, a bank statement from one of his heftier accounts, he smirked.

“E…excuse me,” a voice timidly asked, drawing his attention to the door.

He scowled and lifted the piece of paper, paying his visitor no mind. “I’m busy…”

“I can see that, s…sir, but you have a guest - two in fact,” the butler stated.

“If it’s that bitch and her attorney, tell them I’ll see them in court,” he snarled while his mood darkened.

The servant shifted nervously in place and drew his baleful gaze before continuing. “It’s neither of them, sir. Sir, you know I’m not one to interrupt you without due cause - with that in mind, I implore you to go to the pool. I…I really don’t know what to make of them and I was not about to question them.”

Peaking a brow, Filthy scrunched his snout. Randolph had worked for him for nearly two decades, ever since he’d gotten his mansion, and was reliable to a fault; there wasn’t much the older stallion hadn’t dealt with over the years, from Diamond Tiara’s petulant outbursts to irate customers demanding his attention, which made his sudden behavior odd. If there was somepony in the manor who had the butler out of sorts, he’d need to deal with it personally.

“You said they’re by the pool?” he asked, unseating himself.

“Y…yes, sir. When I told them I’d go fetch you, they said they’d be waiting there for you,” Randolph sputtered.

Trotting out and patting the wizened servant on the back, he snorted. “I’ll tend to them shortly. Thank you, Randolph.”

He wasn’t expecting anypony, and he most definitely wasn’t pleased with the fact that his uninvited guests had flippantly seen themselves to his pool, yet his curiosity eclipsed his ire. It wasn’t uncommon for him to have Princes, business moguls, or tycoons from abroad swinging by to rub elbows with him, so there was no telling whom he was about to meet. Trotting downstairs and through the foyer, he made his way to the back of the mansion.

As he approached the exit leading to the patio, a hopeful thought came to mind. He didn’t know many ponies in the legal field, excluding the small hoofful at the law firm he used, but there was one who might be able to help him. White the chances were extraordinarily slim that Judge Haymaker would spontaneously pop in to say hello, having somepony in his corner who could influence his impending legal battle would be invaluable.

Stepping outside and into the noonday sun, he forced a smile - a smile that faded as soon as he laid eyes upon his guests. There were two figures lounging at the poolside, just like he’d been told, although neither was familiar; one of the ponies appeared to be a gravid mare wearing a bikini, while the other was an absolute giant of a stallion. He remained where he was, studying the pair and attempting to make sense of what he was seeing.

“Filthy Rich, I presume,” the colossus called, waving and trotting over to him. “I must say, you have a lovely estate.”

Having to crane his neck to look up at the approaching titan, he swallowed hard. “I - Ahem - thank you, mister…?”

“Gilded,” the behemoth smoothly intoned, going so far as to give a small bow. “And this fair creature is Thunder.”

“H…hello,” the slate-grey mare bashfully greeted, brushing a lock of mane away from her face.

“Thunder…” Filthy didn’t finish - couldn’t finish as realization dawned on him.

The coat, the long, flowing mohawk, the golden eyes, and the cutie mark made the pony easily recognizable, though that didn’t make a lick of sense. Thunderlane was a stallion, a pretty robust one at that, yet the demure, pregnant creature before him was anything but masculine. Assailed by more questions than he could count or wrap his head around, he blinked and tore his eyes off the pony’s rounded belly and up to the giant’s grinning face.

Chuckling lightly, Gilded reached out and rested a hoof on his shoulder. “If you have a moment, I’d love to have a chat.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” he muttered, staving off the temptation to eye up the feminized pegasus. “If you’d be so kind, follow me.”

While he led the strange pair into the home and to his lounge, his mind reeled. Thunder was almost unrecognizable, reduced from a well-built stallion to a curvy, apparently knocked-up femcolt, and Gilded - well, he wasn’t sure what to make of Gilded. The beast clearly wasn’t a pony, not an ordinary one in any instance, though that wasn’t enough to bother him - if anything, he was fascinated by his peculiar visitor.

Moving into the parlor, he motioned to a sofa and wandered to the bar. “I would ask you both if you’d like a drink, but I don’t think an expectant mare should be having anything too hard.”

“Very astute, Filthy,” Gilded noted, closing the door behind himself. “Darling, be a dear and make yourself comfortable and try to behave yourself.”

Thunder gave a small nod and meandered over to the couch. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Daddy?” Filthy snickered, pouring two glasses of cognac. Turning and smiling at his oversized guest, he offered one of the snifters. “You’ve got her trained well.”

“Him,” Gilded politely corrected as he took his drink, “but I can see how you’d be mistaken. Hidden behind that imp-filled gut of his is a stallionhood - of course he struggles to get hard nowadays, but it’s not like he uses that little thing much nowadays anyways ~ do you, sweetheart?”

“N…no,” Thunder mumbled, averting his gaze and fidgeting atop the sofa.

Looking the goliath over, Filthy helped himself to a sip of the exquisite vintage. He was far from a scholar or scientist, but he could tell that Gilded was an otherworldly being of some fashion ~ how could he not be? With a spiraled pair of horns, cat-like eyes, fangs, and a size that dwarfed even Rockhoof, his guest would have fit in alongside beasts like Discord, Cosmos, or Tirek - nevertheless, his sensual figure and charming demeanor were quite captivating. Taking his time and appraising his eldritch visitor, he only concluded his examination with the giant chuckled.

“Would you like me to give you a little spin?” Gilded mused. “While there may not be a pole in here for me to traipse around, I’d be more than happy to indulge your curiosity.”

He gave a little shrug as he swallowed his brandy. “If you’re inclined.”

Gilded beamed, stepped back, and languidly turned in place, displaying himself without the slightest bit of hesitation. Though he was quite literally a huge stud, heavily built and with slabs of muscle heaped about his profound frame, his physique and grace was staggeringly sensual. Leveling his ass at his host, he leaned forward, pressed to the floor, and spread his hind legs.

“I hope it’s to your liking,” he whispered, winking over his shoulder, “I spent a lifetime working on it.”

Sensing his stallionhood slipping from its sheath, Filthy approvingly grunted. He’d fooled around with more stallions and mares than he dared to count, and he wasn’t above entertaining the exotic being if the opportunity presented itself. As the colossus flagged his tail and exposed his succulent, glistening backdoor and plump, heavy balls, his urge to do more than simply look grew.

Gilded reached back, prized his buns apart, and swayed his hips from side to side while peeking back at him. “Care for a taste?”

He was inclined to say yes, if for no other reason than to get a better look at the titan’s hind quarters and package, but he abstained and shook his head. “Maybe later. Tell me, what brings you to see me?”

“To the point, handsome, and with exemplary tastes - Filthy Rich, you do not disappoint,” the behemoth purred, straightening up and turning to face him. “I came because I have a proposal for you.”

“Before we get that far, I need some clarification,” he began, swirling and peering into his cognac. “I presume you’re from Tartarus.”

“An incubus like myself could only be born and raised in such a place,” Gilded giggled.

“And that,” he continued, nodding over to Thunder, “is your doing?”

Trotting around him, the titan nodded. “Guilty. He, his brother, and this delightful little earth pony named Button Mash have been gracious enough to let me stay in this world for a time. As happy as I am with them, I have aspirations - aspirations that require a cunning, good-looking entrepreneur to assist with.”

Filthy’s brow furrowed as he gazed at his reflection in the amber drink. “As engaging as that would be, you’ve caught me at an inopportune time. I’m going through what I predict will be a financially devastating divorce, I’m not as young as I used to be, and I don’t have the funds available to ensconce myself with any new business dealings right now.”

“You wound me, Filthy,” Gilded theatrically gasped. “I would never visit such an esteemed stallion and ask for anything - on the contrary, I’m here to offer you something. If you’d agree to work for me, I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“Heh…” he mirthlessly laughed before taking a draught of his brandy. “You underestimate how deep my desires run. Unless you can -”

“Renew your youth, bestow you with unimaginable wealth, and give you a veritable harem of affectionate, sex-crazed pets who could and would fight for the right to worship you?” Gilded smugly asserted. “My dear, what part of everything did you not understand?”

“And power?” Filthy pressed, temping down his enthusiasm.

Reaching out and drawing a cloven hoof under his chin, Gilded locked eyes with him. “More than you could possibly imagine. If I can do that to him,” he murmured, glancing over at Thunder, “just imagine what I could do with you.”

Filthy unflinchingly gazed into the demon’s brilliant eyes. “What assurance do I have that you will deliver on this promise of yours?”

The giant shied away, lifted a forehoof, and summoned a piece of rolled scroll from the ether. “This contract guarantees everything I’ve said. If you pledge yourself to me as my vassal, I’ll hold up my end of the bargain.”

Grabbing and unfurling the piece of parchment, Filthy poured over the contents. Transactions and agreements were commonplace in his line of work, although the one he’d been handed was to the point and simple. There were no misdirections or legal jargon, a complete lack of nebulous details, and not a single questionable clause - in short, the document seemed too good to be true. Unless he was mistaken, he’d just been given a solution to all of his worldly problems.

“Perhaps a taste is in order,” Gilded cooed, shaking him from his trance.

“A taste of - Hnnnngh,” he hissed as a golden aura overtook him.

The world spun around him, he stumbled, and his vision swam as he was stricken with the most terrible sense of vertigo he’d ever experienced. Though he wasn’t in pain, the dismay of having no idea what sort of spell had just been cast on him made it impossible to think clearly. He fought to remain standing, willing his body to comply with him, while he sensed his body changing.

There were potions and spells that could rejuvenate somepony for a price, yet the arcane forces afflicting him were vastly more powerful than anything he’d tested on himself before. His heart hammered in his chest, sweat beaded on his brow, and he felt feverish - in spite of all that, it wasn’t until something pricked his tongue that he knew something was wrong. Turning and looking over at a mirror behind the bar, he went wide-eyed.

Gone was the stallion past his prime, replaced by an athletic young stud who looked like he was ready to take on the world. Many of the hallmarks of who he was remained, such as his mane, the color of his coat, and his eyes, although he was both taller and more brawny than he’d ever been. As he smiled at his reflection and revealed a pair of savage canines, his visitor drifted up behind him.

He turned and smirked up at the fiend, pleased to find they were closer to eye level with one another. “I must say, this is rather impressive.”

“Honey, you haven’t even seen the most impressive part,” Gilded breathed, listing to the side and peeking beneath him.

Following the demon’s gaze, he lowered and turned his head. Darned if he could say how it wasn’t the first thing he’d noticed, but his stallionhood had undergone the most drastic change. Looking more like a fifth leg, his endowment was nothing short of monstrous. He seated himself in a flash, wanting - no, needing to get a closer look at his newfound gift.

Staring down the gargantuan stallionhood affixed to his loin, he forgot all about his troubles. This - this was a cock that could conquer anycreature, regardless of whether they were male or female, and the notion of wielding it filled him with glee. Even if his whore of a soon to be ex-wife robbed him of his riches, he could easily make a new life railing ponies on stage or for erotic films.

He turned his fang-filled maw up to his visitor and was startled to find the demon looming inches away from him. “I won’t be able to give you a complete assessment until I’ve taken this for a test drive, but I am impressed.”

“C…can I suck him off, Daddy?” Thunder sheepishly inquired, drawing both his and the fiend’s attention to the sofa.

“Not now, dearest,” Gilded tutted. “Remember, good mares are seen and not heard.”

The mention of mare tickled Filthy’s fancy, though it raised a question. “If you don’t mind me asking, why not just refer to Thunder as her?”

“Because it’s more demeaning to remind him that he is - pardon, was a stallion,” Gilded answered. “You, however, are the genuine article. Your place would be at my side, not beneath me - that is unless you would like me to demonstrate how delightfully sensitive your prostate is now.”

His pucker clenched upon hearing the word. “Honestly, with the way things are going, I could see myself -”

The door swung open and Randolph poked his head inside. “Sir, is everything…”

Trailing off, the older stallion gawked at him. “Everything is fine, Randolph, thank you.”

“A…anything I can get for you, s…sir?” the butler stuttered, keeping one hoof on the doorknob.

Impulsive glancing to Gilded’s big, juicy rear, he nearly said lube. He felt amazing, he looked better than he ever had, and it was like his libido had more than doubled. Suppressing the raging beast that was his sex drive, he shook his head and closed his eyes. There was a deal to be struck, and he wasn’t going to succumb to his impulses until the ink was dry.

“That will be all, Randolph,” he huffed.

Waiting until the servant had departed, Gilded lowered his head. “Well?”

“Where do I sign?” Filthy flatly asked.

Easing himself onto the carpet, Gilded flopped onto his side. “Signing is so gauche. I much prefer something more intimate.”

Filthy inched closer to the beast, given his first glimpse of what his guest was packing. His equipment was huge, large enough to permanently ruin even the most amorous pony, but Gilded’s tool was phenomenal. Like a larger, more intimidating version of his newly upgraded pride, the colossus’ stallionhood did nothing but stoke the fires of his lust into an inferno.

“If my terms are acceptable, I propose we have a bit of fun,” the demon groaned, rolling to his back. “We’ll seal the deal by an exchange ~ agreed?”

“Agreed,” Filthy nearly blurted. “You know, for a stud of your caliber, I’m a bit surprised you’d lay on your back for me.”

“Takes one to know one,” Gilded countered, “but that’s enough chatter for now. As you’re about to find out, my mouth is good for much more than talking.”

As he followed his instincts and stepped over the supine incubus, Filthy attempted to make sense of everything that was happening. He’d agreed to enter a covenant with a tartarian goliath, been given a new lease on life, and he was seconds from swabbing his throat on something his common sense told him would never fit in his muzzle. Had he not felt certain that he was awake, he would swear Luna was playing some perverse trick on him.

The sight of Gilded’s nethers, the aroma of musk, the sensation of the beast’s body heat against him, and hearing the sinful, expectant hum from his guest told him that he was in fact amongst the living. Ordinarily speaking, he would have conducted himself differently and possibly even gone off to see Twilight about his unusual visitor - fortunately for both him and his guest, he was caring about something like that. With his marriage ending, his daughter probably hating him, and the all too real chance of going destitute, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to save his skin - at least that’s what he told himself.

He bucked his hips the moment Gilded’s soft, luscious lips wrapped around his cock. Sweet, merciful Celestia, either his dick had become much more sensitive than normal or the incubus was an artist when it came to blowjobs! Fucking the demon’s face, he eagerly put his enormous bitch-breaker to use and turned his attention to the immense stallionhood twitching and drooling before him.

“Come to papa,” he hummed, lifting the weighty length up to his face.

Gilded was exceptionally well-hung, but he knew better than to let that scare him off. He may have only known the big bastard for a hoofful of minutes, but he’d already pegged the fiend as a prolific switch, one who was just as inclined to get rutted as to do the rutting, and it was refreshing to spontaneously cut loose with a kindred spirit. Opening his jaw as widely as he could, he leaned in and brought the tremendous cock into his maw.
The exotic flavors that bathed his palate were rich and earthy. Moving his head forward and back, dragging his lips and tongue along Gilded’s girthy shaft, he savored the experience while screwing the incubus’ muzzle. While he wasn’t opposed to kicking things off with a sixty-nine, his thoughts lingered on the memory of his guest’s bloated, juicy pucker.

As with a great many things in life, he firmly held the reins and took the lead. Whether he was on the giving or receiving end of things, taking it up the ass or breeding somepony, the control he held was a key component to what got him off. He grunted and stepped back, annoyed that he wasn’t fully hilted in the grand beast’s muzzle, and gave a particularly brutal thrust.

“For - Nnnf - somepony who wants my help, you sure act like you don’t want it,” he growled, freeing his mouth of the massive, drooling stallionhood.

The sound of Gilded gagging and choking on his monolithic, hellish length filled him with glee. There was a chance he was stepping over a line, giving the fiend more than he’d bargained for, although that wasn’t his problem. He was the one who’d been made an offer, the demon needed him, and he was going to prove himself to the big, seductive stud who’d come to pay him a visit.

He closed his eyes and halfheartedly made out with the beast’s cock-head, neither willing to completely commit himself to a blowjob or ignore his guest, and contentedly sighed. Seconds dragged into minutes and longer still, while he plumbed Gilded’s esophagus. Any lesser creature would have passed out long ago, starved of air and going limp, but not the incubus; instead of tapping out and trying to get away, the behemoth doubled down and began bobbing his head harder and faster than ever.

When it became clear he wasn’t going to outlast his new business partner, Filthy abruptly rolled his hips back, unsheathed his terrifying endowment, and hopped back. “I hope your ass is as good as your throat, slut.”

Gilded calmly stood, turned away, and presented himself like a mare in heat. “Only one way for you to find out, sir.”

Tickled by the show of respect, he trotted forward and pressed a hoof to the fleshy donut that was the fiend’s entrance. “Oh yeah, this is a fine cunt. It’s almost a shame that I’m gonna leave it a gaping mess.”

“No offense, but you’d be the first,” Gilded whined. “I can’t remember the last time somepony - Aaaaahn!”

Sinking a foreleg into his guest’s ass, Filthy looked over at Thunder. “Move that standing mirror over her. And you,” he continued, glaring at the incubus’ face, “keep your eyes open. I want you to watch me wreck this pussy of yours.”

Gilded’s eyes fluttered, his hole quivered, and a gout of foal-batter gushed from his untouched stallionhood. The spontaneous ejaculation was rewarding and confirmed his suspicions, leading him to drive his foreleg deeper. While he realistically had little chance of breaking a nigh-immortal sex demon, he was going to do everything in his power to test that.

Waiting until Thunder had ponderously situated the mirror just to his side, he reared onto his hind legs and brought his free forehoof into the cleft of Gilded’s rear. If one hoof was enough to make the big bitch blow a load, he couldn’t wait to see what a second would do. As he wrenched his slickened foreleg free, he steadied himself, pressed his forehooves together, and forced the pair of limbs into his guest.

“Yes,” Gilded howled, flipping his mane from his face.

“You like that, bitch?” Filthy snarled, sawing his forelegs over the fiend’s gargantuan p-spot. “Bet it’s been a while since a real stallion showed you a good time…”

Peering back at him, the demon nodded. “Too long!”

“Good, because I’m gonna own this fat ass from now until morning,” he laughed.

Burying his forelegs up to his shoulders, he pressed his chest to the beast’s weighty nuts. The excitement of dominating a creature so much larger, older, and more powerful than himself was intoxicating. Gilded could undoubtedly destroy him, be it in bed or otherwise, so it was a privilege - no, an honor to lay such a fell creature low.

He gave the beast no quarter, stretching Gilded’s hole and basking in the power he was afforded, until he could stand it no longer. His stallionhood may not have been quite as brutal as the combined might of his forelegs, but it was his ultimate weapon. Removing his forelegs from the demon’s rump, he marveled at his work.

“I gotta say, that’s one heck of a hole of yours,” he laughed, seeing the slack, yawning entrance grasping at nothing. Shifting his attention over to the submissive pegasus, he flagged his tail. “Put that mouth of yours to work while I’m breeding your daddy.”

Watching Thunder nod and trot around behind him, he locked his forelegs over Gilded’s hips and shuffled forward. It was incredible how getting rutted could change somepony. Some, like himself and the incubus, were largely unaffected by getting plowed, enjoying it just as much as anything else in life, although the experience could and often did break stallions. The Wonderbolt used to be a paragon of masculinity, a stallion who colts looked up to, yet the mere act of having a dick in his ass had turned him into a servile, obedient cock-hound.

“And don’t you dare rub that clit of yours,” he barked, making the pegasus flinch. “After I’m done and you eat my cum out of Gilded’s ass, I’ll fuck the cum out of you myself.”

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Gilded added, smiling back at the femcolt, “I’ll let you suck me off when he’s railing you.” Swinging his gaze up to Filthy’s face, he smirked. “He’s got the worst oral fixation.”

Effortlessly sliding into the incubus’ guts, Filthy hilted himself in a single plunge. “Speaking of oral, you’re gonna put those lips to use after I’m finished.”

“Mnnnnn - yes, sir!” Gilded brayed, seamlessly throwing his hips back as he started thrusting.

Beating away at one guest’s ass, while the other tongued and french kissed his hole, Filthy was in heaven. Gilded’s depths were phenomenal, far hotter than usual for a pony, and his pelvic control was in a league of its own. Even after having a pair of forelegs stuffed into his needy cunt, the beast constricted around him with startling tautness.

As he turned his gaze downward and watched Gilded’s cunt clinging to his pistoning shaft, being rhythmically pulled out and driven in by his plunges, he flexed his groin and angled his thrusts downwards. He didn’t have to make the effort of getting his guest off, but he did so all the same. There was something magical about making a stallion, particularly a mountain of one like the fiend, cum from anal alone, and he was going to see how many loads he could pound out of the titan.

Wet, obscene noises of the incubus’ battered cunt mingled with the heavy Whud Whud Whud of his hips beating against the demon’s sculpted, pillowy ass, while the trio groaned and whimpered in bliss. He and Gilded were the loudest, almost contending with one another, but even Thunder, having his face jammed between Filthy’s cheeks, hummed and moaned while putting his mouth to work. The symphony was worthy of the abyss, utterly indulgent and depraved, and it grew louder with every passing second.

Filthy draped himself over the giant’s back, grabbed the beast’s luscious mane and pulled. “Scream for me…”

And scream Gilded did. Trembling from hoof to head, with sparks sailing out of his horn, the incubus bucked his hips and painted the floor and his underbelly in his scalding essence. The rapturous wail, paired with the sensation of the behemoth’s trembling depths, was electrifying and pushed him closer to his limit. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last for forever, already sensing the telltale signs of release, though he was going to hold himself back as long as he possibly could.

He didn’t keep track of how long he managed to hold himself back, too busy stemming the tide of unimaginable pleasure to give it any mind, but his climactic end struck him with devastating fury. Snarling through gritted teeth, he wildly fucked his guest while pumping what felt like pints of seething jizz into Gilded’s backside. As he slowed to a halt and glanced downward, an odd revelation dawned on him.

Though he’d just cum, he was still rock hard. Even on his best days, back when he’d been a teen, it would have taken him at least ten minutes to get an erection - mercifully and wondrously, the arcane enhancements Gilded had given him had taken care of that. Positively elated and more aroused than ever, he flew back to plowing the beast with all the vim and vigor of a lucky colt on prom night. He was going to find out how much endurance he really had, and there was only one reasonable way he could do it.

By the time he’d completely exhausted himself, having expended every drop of his seed in and on Gilded, the sun had long since set. Covered in sweat and gazing up at the ceiling, he heaved air into his chest and grappled with the enormity of his evening. He was sore, his balls ached, and his magnificent, monstrous stallionhood lifelessly rested between his parted thighs, yet he hadn’t been so happy and satisfied in - well, he honestly didn’t think he’d ever been so happy and satisfied before.

“Just so you know,” Gilded whispered, drawing his attention down to the demon snuggling against his side, “we will be doing this regularly.”

“I had no doubt of that,” he laughed, kicking his hind legs up and grabbing his fetlocks. “Care for a turn?”

Wide-eyed and with a stunned expression, Gilded stared at his face. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised by your enthusiasm, but I’d be more than pleased to repay the favor.”

Filthy chuckled, then outright laughed, before composing himself enough to speak. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not going to end up like Thunder ~ am I?”

“Hardly,” Gilded groaned and batted a hoof. “Thunder is a precious little thing, and I love him to pieces, but he was meant to be a broodstallion - you, however, are destined to sire many little imps of your own.”

Wondering exactly what the aforementioned imps could look like, yet fantasizing about impregnating some slutty stallion of his own, he smiled. There weren’t many ponies he’d like to pump a foal or two into, but there was one particular one who may be of use. He rolled onto his shoulders and lifted his ass into the air while Gilded stepped over him.

“Once we’re done, we’re going to Canterlot,” he remarked as the demon’s stallionhood nudged his hole.

Prodding the pony’s entrance, Gilded leaned his head to the side and peered downward. “We are, are we?”

“Yeah, there’s - Oh buck,” Filthy wheezed while he was steadily impaled. “T…there’s a Prince up there with more land and bits than he could - Hah - ever need, but the stingy bastard isn’t willing to part with - Mmmph - any of it.”

Falling into a glacial rhythm of rutting him, Gilded crushed his prostate. “Between the two of us, I’m sure we could convince him to share…”

Filthy shifted forward and back, keeping his balance while watching a massive bulge disappear and reappear in his abdomen. Having his insides be rearranged by something so absurdly huge felt far better than he thought it would, but there was something he could do to elevate his pleasure. Shifting slightly, he closed his eyes and nursed on his stallionhood.

Although he had yet to ask what Gilded’s plans were, the finer points of the demon’s machinations could wait. It had been ages since he’d fully given himself a good time, having been too busy with his stuck-up bitch of a wife and spoiled brat of a daughter, so he’d earned a bit of fun. Imagining all the things he’d do with his new friend with benefits, his mind drifted to the white-coated, blonde-maned, blue-eyed stallion he was going to exploit in every conceivable way…

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