We continue this story two days after the events of the harvest festival, sitting in his flat holding an ice pack to his groin. Blinds shut making the room as dark as possible as he could hear his phone vibrate underneath the pillow.

Eventually the Incubus surrenders to the pressure and pulls the phone out noticing a slew of missed calls and messages.

The current caller is his boss Blitza.

Y/N: Hellllooo Blitza...

Blitza: OH NOW YOU PICK UP! WEEELLLL~ LET ME START WITH YOU'RE FIRED FOR FUCKING MY DAUGHTER... Then rehired because you saved my ass and I can't afford another gun for hire BUT YOU FUCK AGAIN AND GAME OVER!

Y/N: You mean fuck up?

Blitza: No like you fuck my daughter again and im gonna kill you, B-T-dubs someone left package for you at the office-

Y/N: I don't want it.

Blitza: Seriously? Why not?

Y/N: Because anytime something random comes my way it wants to kill me so fuck the random pack. 

Blitza: Don't fuck the random package.

Y/N: FUCK DA PACKAGE AND FUCK DA BITCH WHO SENT IT!

Blitza: Im surprised you even remember which bitches you've been fucking lately...

Y/N: Blitza I told you... I have a spotty memory of the events that took place after Striker took off... I do remember a lot of titties though...

Blitza: Welp anyways I got good news and bad news!

Y/N: Oh joy...

Blitza: Good news Loonie and I are going a family bonding trip to clear the air about fucking the same dude so the office is closed this week meaning you'll have the week off to recover from your explicitly slutty and completely immoral time at the ranch!

Y/N: Also a week away from you trying to stab me over it...

Blitza: Huh? 

Y/N: The bad news?

Blitza: Oh right that-

Suddenly the glass door shatters as a random package nails him in the groin, Y/n rolls off the bed nearly in tears as he can hear tires squealing off into the distance.

Blitza: YOUR PACKAGE, YOUR PROBLEM! See ya monday~

The line suddenly goes dead as Y/n pulls himself off the floor with the aid of his bed, the package in question was this crudely taped brown cardboard box with no address just his name written across the side that now sits on his bed uninvited.

Y/N: Well at least it's not a pressure differential pipe bomb or it would have blown Blitza apart by now.... Either way I should open it outside.

Y/n takes the box to the diving board where he can toss it in the pool if something goes tits up.

Y/N: Alright... Let's get a peek...

Y/n careful peels away the tape then unfolds the flaps to find... A cellphone? 

He picks up the phone and notices it has no apps, no widgets, just a single contact listed as 'call me'.

Y/N: ... I'm gonna regret this...

He pressed the key to dial and suddenly a dial tone.

1' and 0's begin running along his arm and up his body until they are flickering across his entire body.

Y/N: Why am I so retarded?

The cellphone he was sent suddenly faded away, then he watched as he slowly faded out of existence as well.

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It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light but once they had he found himself sitting on a cheetah print coach in what seemed like 80's themed flat, lava lamps, silk purple drapes for windows that looked over the downtown city center; however, anything electronic was up-to-date or at least very expensive looking.

???: So you got my package-

Y/n whirled around flicking Lucky Hellsing towards the voice of the culprit who brought him here.

The unimpressed screen of Vox greeted him as she casually walked past him and lay down across the couch, again casually pulling out her phone and began texting.

Vox: So... Are you gonna sit or just stare at me?

Y/N: Don't you work for Valentino?

Vox: Not willingly, but we'll cross that bridge when you plant it.

Vox pointed to a chair beside a man sized lava lamp, Y/n was caught off guard by the nonchalant carefree nature of his captor.

With few options he decides to take the seat after shutting the curtain, less windows for a sniper the better.

Y/N: So... Why-

Vox: Let me stop you there.

Y/N: Didn't even start.

Vox: You are clearly the new talent in hell and I know this because I've been watching you for awhile.

Y/N: How long while?

Vox: In chronological order: Katie, Charlotte , The imps, Martha & Mayberry, Stella Goetia, and Verosika Mayday-

Y/N: Okay a good while, got it so why contact me?

Vox dropped her phone on the couch and stood up, she walked over to him and leaned in close as she inspected his face.

Vox: Because you're the new talent I need.

Y/N: That YOU need? I'm not exactly for sale plus if you think i'm hot shit why work for Valentino all this time?

Vox: That's a long story for the sake of your limited attention span. I'll be quick, I master crafted every social media outlet across the seven rings... Val makes porn but porn needs an audience. So the best porn producer plus the best media contractor equals total broadcast subjugation!

Y/N: What about Alice's broad-

Vox: WE DON'T DISCUSS... THAT. BITCH. HERE... But radio porn doesn't sell so we leave her be... What I hadn't taken into account was Val wanting control of the entire situation...

Y/N: Want... Or take?

Vox: Is there a difference? Long story short I ended up bottom bitch for an empire I basically built!

Y/N: So you need me to help you usurp the porn king? Well your help would have been appreciated a long time ago...

Vox: I thought the key to your handcuffs in that meat locker were plenty help~

Vox winked at him as she left to the kitchen and poured some drinks.

Y/N: Wait- ah- you tossed me that key?!

Vox: Did I stutter or are you running windows vista up there?

She hands him a glass of Tequila with a splash of beer and a chili garnish. She takes a seat this time on Y/n's lap much to his surprise as she tossed back her drink followed by a burning cherry.

Y/N: Either way you have an end goal to meet here...

Vox: That's why I took a liking to you. You know business and don't take shit from anyone, so what I want is for you to take Val's place as the leading porn producer in hell so that I can take my proper place as Queen of the broadcast.

Y/N: Tch.

Y/n stood up suddenly making Vox fall into the chair as he looked out the window.

Y/N: You forgot one thing about me, Screen Queen... I like being ten steps ahead of my opponent, it's how I lasted as the uncatchable killer I am.

Vox: Was. Uncatchable includes unkillable... Yet here we are~

Y/N: Cute but I like your plan... Just don't like you.

He took a half sip of his drink as he looked at Vox who sneered back.

Y/N: And before you blow a fuse, literally. Let me explain why, you don't follow loyalty, you follow the winning side... You knew before I got her I had a vendetta to solve with him so you wanted to take advantage of that so YOU could take the throne... Not me, if you can so easily betray the demon who got you into the position of power you have now then what's stopping you from offing me once my use has run out?

He smiled as he leaned in close, mimicking that inspection Vox did to him prior.

Y/N: Secondly you're only half right~

Vox: Pardon? I've done all the research. I know you better than any slut-

Y/N: Shhhh~

He downed the rest of his drink and walked across the room to inspect some paintings and furniture.

Y/N: I wanna kill Val of course... But I don't want his throne so you can have the studio... I want the entire lust ring~

Vox: WHAT?! 

Y/N: Oh do understand I know I have quite the hike ahead of me and Val is the first of many to oppose me.

Vox: Well uh... How do you plan on taking out Ozzy?~

Vox sat up in the seat, uncrossing her legs then crossing them the other way giving him a quick peek of the neon blue panties she had on. Something about this conquest talk was getting her riled up.

Y/N: Never met him but heard enough too know he's the gut who prefers to fuck not be fucked... But I don't shy away from a challenge~

Vox: You sound power hungry... Didn't think you had so much ambition, so much... Desire~

Y/N: Sounds like you're enjoying my manifesto?~ 

Vox: Val called it a...Power Kink, trust me he tried using it against-

Y/N: But could never actually get you in bed?

Vox: Oh please he can't even wrangle in his whores on a good day, it's funny to think he thought he had a chance... With me~

Vox smirked and ran her hands down her thighs, put a finger to Y/n's lips as she stood up and walked to the door.

Vox: But don't go thinking you got a better shot, not until you've made your staring debut.

Y/N: debut?

Vox: The little games you've been playing with Val are great for undermining his authority amongst his peers but now you gotta take it to the people, do something that'll get everyone's attention!

Y/N: So you're suggesting an open declaration of war?

Vox: Yes I am, you've got supporters like Mayday and miss Charlotte Morningstar after all unless-

Y/N: Let's do it~

Vox watched as the dark wings like fractured shadows emerged from his back, a forsaken angel of lust and torment had just entered the room.

Vox: Really? Finally gonna skip the child's play and take the lust ring by storm huh? Can't wait to broadcast that~

Y/N: Glad to see you're participating.

Vox: Participating? I'm recording and reporting-

Y/N: You want this alliance to work out you gotta prove your loyalty Vox, as I said your loyalty is flaky and if you wanna ride this powertrain I need to see blood on your hands before we go any further.

Vox: There isn't anything else I could bargain with?

Vox saunters up to Y/n seductively pulling on his collar as her screen corner rubbed against his chin, blowing on his neck just to see his unimpressed face.

Y/N: I just came back from a sëx-fueled rampage in the wrath ring, even if my dïck wasn't sore like you said I got a gang of succubi wanting a piece of me... What I need from you is proof, come on.

Y/n walked to the door and opened it leaving Vox stunned, slightly annoyed, and slightly flustered by his bravado.

Vox: Do you even know where you'll start? You can't just march out there and expect to find your golden goose, hell I'm surprised stealing Sugar & Spice didn't set things off.

Y/N: No idea but you do, you've spent time seeing his operations... So tell me the biggest cøck shot for Val's operation.

Vox: Thought you'd never ask... I'll drive~

Y/N: You're gonna tell me where?

Vox: Part of loyalty is trust... So trust dear boy~

Vox patted his chest as she passed him by, the two jumped into Vox's car. Vox didn't say anything so Y/n could only watch the city pass him by as he put a handful of trust in his rival's PR agent.

Eventually the reluctant alliance were in the lust ring passing clubs and hookers, kinda like Starbucks on every corner instead of starbucks it was strip clubs and brothels.

Y/N: Did I mention I'm off my sëx high right now? What's the point of bringing me-

Vox: Dildos.

Y/N: ... I need more context than that!

Vox: Here.

Y/n was about to snap back at her but noticed she's pulled over to look down on factory like building with a sign across the front.

"Wild Wally Wackford's Weiner Warehouse"

Vox: Ignore the name, it's just a title to cover Val's investments... But this is where he stores all his sex toys: dildos, fleshlights, vibrators, beads, gags, plugs, lube, chokers, paddles-

Y/N: Got it! Val's sëx toy depot... This is a direct supply line to Valentino's studio isn't it?

Vox: You wanna start a war? You gotta strike hard, strike fast. Don't go getting cold feet on me now.

Y/N: Look, I'm devoted to the idea of being the President of lust... But uh...

Vox: Well?.... Spit it out.

Y/N: I feel like I'm slipping... I used to be so factual and straight cut but now I'm losing my mind. I mean it's like-

Vox: You're addicted to sëx? Yeah well your not an ordinary case of Incubus maturity... Not surprised your frail human mentality can't cope with the brutal libido flowing through your balls...

Y/N: Well what do you recommend?

Vox: I'm not your fucking therapist, I just need you to break things and take out Valentino I didn't come here for all this baggage-

Y/N: Yeah, last I checked you can't be getting anywhere without me so deal with my bullshit OR DEAL WITH YOUR OWN PROBLEMS!

Y/n snapped at Vox who physically recoiled, it wasn't clear if she was scared of him or just uncomfortable.

Y/N: I'm sorry! I'm sorry... Ugh... It's been a week, I can't remember the last time I had a day off without thinking of murder or sex or both...

Vox: Fine maybe... Maybe you're maturing faster than you can keep up so maybe it'll pass... But maybe we can try chemical therapy?~

Y/N: Chemical therapy?

Vox went to the trunk of her car and began fidgeting with something. Vox: Come here. Y/n hesitantly walked towards the back of the truck seeing no better options until he was greeted with a cloud of white dust blown out of Vox's hand.

Y/N: *Cough* What!- *Cough* WHAT THE HELL- *Cough* HELL VOX!?

He shouted as he pinned Vox against the car still coughing but Vox didn't look intimidated but more amused.

Vox: Chiiillll baby, just a lil bit of that columbian nose sugar~

Y/n began to panic, trying to wipe his nose but it was too late as he'd already inhaled a considerable amount.

Vox: You sëx demon types know all about party drugs right? Should help cool your nerves... Or boost the ol' testosterone.

Y/N: I never- *Cough* I never- *Cough* FUCK! I never used coke before- *Wheeze*

Vox: Oh? Well uh, you- how do you feel?

Y/n was hunched over the hood of the car breathing heavily, his incubus tail whipping back and forth aggressively as he lifted his head up.

Y/N: I'M READY TO FUCK ASS AND KILL CUNTS... BUT IM ALL OUT OF ASS, GOOD THING I SEE A BUNCH OF CUNTS~

He said aiming his Lucky Hellsing at the factory.

Vox: ... Are you sure you're okay?

Y/N: I feel great!

Vox: Good cause I was worried you were gonna take the fun outta this!~

Inside the factory it was an ordinary work day for the dildo manufacturing employees. No breaks, another 18-hour shift, no safety percussion, and the constant smell of hot rubber and paint.

Earl wasn't a powerful damned soul but a hard working one, he was condemned to hell for drunk driving crash that took the lives of a small family; however, he had inherited his drinking problem to cope with a bad work life and now in hell it hadn't changed but with the added family life issues of raising two kids with new wife. It wasn't a bad life nor was it good, besides having to work overtime it was an honest life not many in the underworld had.

Earl was working the dildo molding press until the front end of Vox's car barreled through the wall pushing Earl into the press making a dozen cøck-shaped Earl gut cylinders.

Y/N: WHO'S READY TO PUNCH OUT COCK SUCKERS!!

Y/n punched the radio and the slaughter fest began.

Y/n hopped out and saw a team of armed guards who must care very much for their dildos if they required AR's for work.

The cocaine-powered incubus had no problem whipping out the old handgun and fired once, perfectly splitting all four skulls with a single shot.

Vox hopped out next holding a tommy gun, no one was off limits as she unloaded that drum mag into guards and workers alike.

Workers with some weird loyalty to the moth prick take up tools and dildos to fight back, Y/n retaliates by taking up Vox's car bumper and batted aside with his new found strength.

Vox streamed the entire event for anyone in hell to see, they were both balls deep now so might as well fuck it all up.

Vox was a surprisingly experienced fighter as she busted the jaw of one brave worker with the stock of her tommy gun. Y/n grabbed a dildo off a conveyor belt and shoved it in a worker's mouth, kicking him into the arms of the next security team to arrive.

The dildo began to spark and sizzle as Y/n had Cherri's Heart put a little extra pop in it. A gory, wet, explosion of viscera rained over him and Vox as the two set up back to back and began executing any and all who dared fight them.

Vox: Wanna see who can kill the most?

Y/N: Challenging a serial killer to a murder race? Seems unfair to you don't it?~

Vox: I'm already 24. I may not like getting my screen dirty but I know my way around big guns~

Vox gently ran a hand up Y/n's outer thigh, apparently power and unrelenting murder gets Vox excited.

Y/N: Well so far I'm only at 22 but... I still got a few loads to give~

Y/n noticed a slightly bigger-than-average demon looking like a shark man in overalls lifting a crate overhead ready to Donkey Kong it at them.

Y/n lifted his pistol to shoot the shark but was suddenly overrun by demons holding his arms back, the shark man was getting ready to smash it on him.

Y/n looked to Vox for aid but she was preoccupied with a barrage of dildos being thrown at her. Y/n pulled the trigger a few times trying to get a few of the demons off him only succeeding to kill two but then drop his gun.

Just when it looked like he was gonna get a 100-pound crate across his skull but then he felt Verosika's Heart pulsate on his arm. A bolt of purple electricity ran to his hand and suddenly a new weapon appeared, pushing the demons off him.

Y/n looked at the sharp and dark guitar in his hand, then remembered that oncoming crate.

Y/n struck the cords randomly and a barrage of music notes fired out of the strings.

In this case the sound was very good, similar to hitting a harp with a machete, but the 10 or 12 notes that hit act like blades cutting the shark demon into pieces with the 100-pound crate crushing his severed head.

Vox: Well that sounded awful.

Y/N: I've never played guitar before!

Vox: Well learn because this is too many cøcks in my face and it's not even my birthday!

Vox shouted angrily as she took a rain of fake cøcks to the head retaliating with real bullets.

Y/N: Okay, just need 30 seconds...

He said sheepishly as he tries to tune the guitar but Vox groans and pulls him into cover with her. She presses a button on the side of her head and face changes to static before a web tutorial for guitar basics begins playing on her face for him.

The demons stopped throwing sëx toys as they noticed a drawn out awkward silence from their opponents. Maybe 4 or 5 minutes had passed by now as they waited, cock in hand.

Then Y/n jumped up and smiled that devilish grin as he summoned a guitar pick through hellfire.

Y/N: LADIES & GENTLEMAN, WELCOME TO THE ENCORE!

Y/n struck the G-chord with force as purple energy ran up the strings and from it emerged multiple bolts of lighting that locked-on to the demon warriors.

Each one was hit and electrocuted the remaining souls blowing them apart in a cloud of ash where only bones remained.

Y/N: Oh fuck yeah! Different melodies yield different attacks.

Just then the ash cloud of dead demons and evaporated dildos wafted past them. The two cough the death out of their lungs as Y/n took a moment to look at the mayhem they had wrought, rightfully totalled Val's sëx toy operation.

Vox: Oh godamn- ash all over my screen- fucking...

As Vox stood up she did in fact have ash coating her screen and impairing her vision as she felt around for something to clean herself off.

Y/N: Heh... Come here...

Y/n takes his sleeve and wipes Vox's screen face clean, greeted by this cute slightly flustered Vox who looked up at him. Her slightly flustered face slowly turned to a sultry smile looking up at him.

Vox: Gotta admit you really followed through, thought you'd pussy out after we put the car through the wall~

Y/N: Not so bad yourself, I was ready for you to stab me in the back~

Vox: What makes you think I still won't?~

Y/N: Because you've seen what I can do now... And you want more~

Vox: No one said it had to end here~

The two had been inching closer together as this foreplay(?) continued reaching near sadist levels until...

- [ The Next Day... ] -

Y/n woke to the sunlight hitting his eyes through the shudders, he groaned as his head throbbed. His eyes slowly adjusted and noticed the unfamiliar ceiling above him and the blanket draped across his waist as his clothes were scattered around the room.

Slowly he dragged himself out of the bed and managed to get his boxers on all by himself regardless of the hangover.

He stumbled into the kitchen and onto a familiar yet surprising sight.

Vox: Was wondering when your blue ass would wake the fuck up~

Y/N: Why... Does it feel like I put my head through a blender?

Vox: I'm not surprised, we had a lot of fun... I mean a lot of fun~

Vox smiled, pressing her bare breasts to his chest and placing her warm screen to his lips, a feeling of static electricity running down his arms and back.

Vox: How about a free preview to help you remember?~

Vox led him to the couch where she set him down and straddled his lap guiding his hands onto her hips as her screen began to count down from 5 like those classic film reels.

[ LEMON START ]

The playback was of Vox and Y/n going on a bloody drug-fuelled escapade through the lust ring.

Vox and Y/n were taking shots at a strip club when Vox convinced him to do a shot from between her tïts, it quickly became more sultry as she began to make out with a stripper in front of him.

Then it escalated to Vox taking Y/n to the VIP where she'd give him a show instead.

Spending all that time recording whores paid off as she danced around the pole, slowly tossing her shirt aside as her thick, muscular thighs wrapped around the pole. She smiled as she toyed with him, concealing her chest as she tossed her bra into his lap.

Vox displayed her own moves as she danced around the pole like an expert, then crawling across the floor to Y/n lap. She rubbed his bulge before pulling out his big hard cøck, she smiled and took a screenshot.

Vox: Good to get my hands on the real deal, just needs a lil flavor booster~

Vox grinned as she proceeded to do a line off his bøner.

Vox: Mmm fuck yes!~.... Wanna see a magic trick blue?~

Vox would open her mouth and slowly go down on Y/n's cøck, even though she had a flat screen for a head she swallowed his shaft pretty easily. Her mouth was warm but not wet warm, more like jerking off with a handful of warm silk. It was smooth and vibrated as she sucked him off.

He even ran a hand along the back of her screen trying to see if it was invisible but nope, his meat was getting choked on in another dimension.

Vox sucked and stroked that big blue cøck, rubbing her breasts against him as she braced on his thighs and deepthroated it vigorously like she was trying to show off.

But instead of sucking till completion she stood up and smiled.

Vox: Not here... Follow me~

She wanted to take this back to her place but she made sure to keep him warmed up on the way over.

They didn't even get inside before Vox was bent over the car hood taking it in the ãss letting anyone watch as she moaned loudly.

Vox: Is that the best you got? I thought you wanted to be the best~

Y/N: You talk a lot of shit for someone ass up in the streets~

Vox: Yeah? Show me your worst cunt~

He took that challenge to heart as he clapped his firm cheeks, uncontrollable moaning, drawing a crowd as Y/n pounded Vox.

Some took pictures as Y/n could see how wet Vox was getting, getting off being dominated in public as her new boss used and abused her hole.

Y/n pulled out and glazed those fat cheeks, a little extra hood decoration for all her hard work today.

Vox: You better not jizz on my screen!

There was almost a blur in time as Y/n and Vox were in her bed, Vox on top this time as she slammed herself down on his cøck, her tight cyberpunk cúnt clenched around his size.

The carpet matches the drapes apparently as Vox had this neon blue bush hidden under her panties but didn't mind if Y/n gotta peek. She dragged his hands to her breasts, happily groping her as she bounced on his meat.

Vox: Oh fuck yeah! FUCK ME! GOD PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER!~

Vox was pushed to her back as Y/n grabbed her arms and pulled her down into his lap, full length thrusted up inside her so deep he could her stomach bulge. He thrusted deep and with every thrust he watched her stomach shift, with every thrust he got new slutty sound from her.

Vox: Uh!~ Fuck!~ Mm!~ God!~

He sped it up listening to the slap of her tight wet pússy lips desperately clung to his veiny, hard shaft and then he came inside her.

Vox came so hard from the sheer brutal ecstasy she ended up blue screening mid orgasm.

[ LEMON END ]

Vox: I hadn't experienced an error code 69 blue screen for years! You're a bit if beast huh?~

Y/N: Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourself~

Vox ran a hand down his chest, grinding on his lap feeling the semi he'd acquired.

Vox: Seems you enjoyed it more than I did, I think this'll be quite thee... Beneficial... Alliance after all~

The two were about to dive into round 2 until Vox's hellphone rang.

Vox: Give ya one guess who the fuck that is...

Vox sighed going dry just at the thought of Velentino

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