divinetree | ⬢⬡⬢GLUTTONY RING⬢⬡⬢

[Huh. It was really sweet but it smelled like... sweat and fresh bedsheets. Maybe that was intentional.

His grin was all teeth. The King of Lust is inviting him to hang out? What'd he do to earn that??]

Denji! And fuck yeah! Show me the ropes!

(It was very intentional. Helps awaken a primal instinct or two, get them more receptive to going for what they want. Enthused by his answer, the king of lust pats Denji's back with a laugh.)

You got it, Denji! Walk with me.

(Asmodeus begins his confident strut throughout the party in no particular hurry, more showing the scene him the eager hound and the vibes to be discovered. Gluttonous, shameless, lots of friendly folk looking to have fun.)

Most parties, especially ones Sins like me and Bee host, are about cutting loose and having fun. We want you to have a blast indulging, 'cause the better the time you have, the more 'honey' you make for us, as she'd put it. Win-win, you dig? And since everyone here's looking to party, putting yourself out there's key.

You don't strike me as someone who'd jump into sex, but don't worry; Ozzie looks out for the ace community and the less sexually inclined. There's more than enough food to load you up, and people getting cuddly once they're full. Bee brought the punch bowl out for swimming, the dance floor to show 'em your moves...and it smells like the 'special' bakery's open, too. Baked with love and weed, baby, to leave you plenty baked, yourself.

Not to mention the fine looking people every which way. Denji, you're cute, you're eager, and you're honest. They're gonna love you.

[He was quick to follow, looking out at all the festivity. People were drinking fun and colorful things or munching in some form of candy. The hostess, he knew, was buzzing around keeping the glasses full and hands occupied with something to eat. Nobody left hungry at her soiree.

Ozzie was right about one thing: There were a LOT of good-looking people here. Maybe that's why he had trouble spotting a lot of folk since his arrival in Hell: They were here at the big hive-dive parties!]

Huh... yeah...

[He chuckled though.]

Oh yeah, "Ace" is the 'don't want it or need it' club, right? I've enjoyed my fair share of porn and the desire is so fuckin' there. I just, uh... kinda spent most of my life workin' off a shitty debt.

[He offered the King of Lust a fingerguns and a smirk.]

...But that debt's fuckin' paid and I'm down to get laid!

(Ozzie returns the fingerguns.)

A free man! Look out, Hell; this hound's unleashed!

(The King of Lust begins howling out loud, with many others joining the celebratory howls.)

You see? It ain't hard to find a little action. Watch this:

(Asmodeus raises a bottle of beelzejuice above his head, wrapping his arm around the hound.)

Honeybees! My man Denji's debt-free and he's spending freedom with all you sexy motherfuckers. Are we gonna show him a good time~?

(the crowd raises their drinks in unison, cheering and chanting his name. Denji! Denji! Denji!)

[A free man... that's right, huh? Free from the debt, free from Makima, free from people back home treating him like crap and threatening to hunt him down if he decided to quit.

They can't fucking find him here unless they could cross dimensions, and he was pretty sure that was impossible.

Denji's smile was bright and toothy with the introduction. He was wagging again with the cheers. Oh, man... he'd heard 'chainsaw man' chants, but never chants for HIM, his name...

He balled a fist.]

Already fuckin' FEELIN'... f-feelin'...

[Oh, he felt tingly. Warm. Tight. That's the aphro kicking in. His vision swam briefly, but focused again in more vivid colors and a vague mistiness.]

Feelin'... the fuckin' buzz~

(There's a proud, triumphant laugh from Asmodeus. Ooh, he's feeling it now! And it's infectious.)

Yeeeaaah, feel it, Free Bee! Let's take that energy to the dance floor; I'll get your song lined up.

(Walking with his new favorite hellhound, Ozzie guided them towards the other dancing demons, very deliberately settling Denji near imps and hound ladies eager to welcome him in. The King of Lust, however, makes his way up to the stage to conjure a microphone and bring a slower tempo to nudge the party along.)

♫ You'll never find, as long as you live
Someone who loves you tender like I do
You'll never find, no matter where you search
Someone who cares about you the way I do
Whoa, I'm not braggin' on myself, baby
But I'm the one who loves you
And there's no one else, no-oh-oh one else ♫

[Everything was a whirl of color for a minute before it was just a sea of really, really, REALLY cute imps and hellhounds. He'd never heard a song like this before- sounded like something you'd play at a retro bar- but he didn't fuckin' CARE...

Denji couldn't sing to save his life, but spectators would be relieved to know that he could dance. With a big silly grin he just reached out and took hands or paws, because a song like this required a dance partner!]

Hi! I'm Denji! I officially fuckin' love parties!

[Time for a twirl! He was waggy and feeling dumb and he, again, didn't fuckin' CARE...]

(Denji finds himself with an excitable dance partner with cream colored fur, a punk rock outfit and a laugh with a snort. The golden retriever immediately goes along with Denji's dancing, very clearly enjoying herself.)

Hi Denji! I'm Sandy. Think you've got what it takes to rein me in?

(She tugs on the gold chain around her neck, long enough to go down to her waist, and slips the other end in his hand. Holding his and the chain at once, she's following his lead and waiting for the right chance to take it for herself, a little tug of war she's instigating to see who can hold onto the chain longer.

Ozzie shoots Denji a thumbs up from the stage. The kid's a natural! Look at him just snatching up a fine catch so quickly. He probably didn't even need the Sin's help, but the King of Lust is still so very proud. This is one hound to hold onto. If he plays his cards right, the lady might want him holding onto her, too.)

[Sandy! Ohh, this was a challenge. He grinned. He should have known better than to think that earth dog things wouldn't also be enjoyed by hellhounds.]

Just watch me, Sandy!

[He tipped his head back in a gesture and adapted, subbing a paw for the chain. His dance wouldn't stop, even implementing the chain into the back-and-forth, but his hand had started slipping up link by meticulous link. Whatever this music was, he wanted it forever. It was gonna burn in his brain.]

(Sandy grinned and playfully growled. She likes you already, Denji! Her enthusiasm marks glee in someone saying yes, and her tugs explain the rest. She's a strong one, but she's not the first demon Denji's wrangled. There's a moment in the dance when she has her back to his chest and her tail wags against his belly.)

You've done this before~

(On one hand, she's enjoying this. On the other, she's also playing coy and trying to sneak a little more of the chain to wrangle him instead.)

[She growled and he felt his mouth watering a little. That's right, they could make those sorts of noises, huh? He needed to work on his scarier snarl sometime, but for now he just had to relax and enjoy.

...Especially when she's backed against him and his heart starts to hammer. His body moves on its own, easing his dance to keep in time with her, if not making her the utter star of the show. He could watch her forever, too. The brush of her tail sends butterflies in the belly. It's leaving him wiiiide open to be wrangled a bit... utterly willingly, ma'am.]

You could say I've played around with chains on occasion...

[Just a lil bit. It was different from when he would grow them, but he definitely knew his way around them. With a curl of a wrist he'd seized the both of them in a new loop, the end dangling and catching the light.

Fuck, he was glad for his chest fluff... his heart was hammering and he was sure without it that was something she could feel against her back.]

(Sandy moved to the music, her giggles nothing short of enthusiastic. Denji was getting into it; she could almost feel him blushing, but maybe he's naturally that warm. There's one way to find out. Denji tightened the loop a little, leaving the retriever to further lean against him. Her tail can't wag as much when pressed against him, but she can reach an arm back to hold him and pet his ears.)

Ooh, mysterious! Now you can say you played around with me...

(And now comes the one-two punch of ear scritches and nuzzles, the hound quick embrace close contact with others. Denji is no exception.)

[Despite his fur styling and new hygiene practices with his new body, the old rule of physical contact still held true: A touch outside your own was always infinitely more electric. The touch to his ears sent tingles down his back.

Her voice was music in his ears. The nuzzle and scritches had him expend every ounce of restraint to keep his leg from kicking. Oh shit oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck]

Well, y'know... I give what I get...

[And since he was given such a wonderful touch, his hands would roam. Though bound to some degree, it wouldn't stop him from grasping locked hands, his one free one moving down along her ribs, her hips. He canted his head slightly to reciprocate the nuzzle, intoxicate himself with every ounce of sensation he could manage.]

Edited 2023-07-09 00:27 (UTC)

Really~?

(There's intrigue in Sandy's voice. Curious as she is, the hellhound savors this moment a little longer, her body following his magnetic touch. She leaned against him, a finger softly directing his attention to her.)

So what happens when I give you one of these?

(She knowingly looks into his eyes, guiding his movements with her finger, guiding his lips towards hers. A press of her lips, a soft exhalation through her nose, her eyes briefly looking into his before she finally closes them...Sandy's playing the role of mischief maker, but even she's getting into the moment right now, letting it all fade away in favor of this moment with a cute hound she just met.)

[Forgive him, as he was about to ask what it was he was being given, even while his snout was redirected. But he has the smallest flinch when his lips are touched, a product of... too many times where things just like this went wrong.

...

But... but nothing happened. His tongue was intact, slack in his mouth. He still tasted so many treats he'd had and the swirl of that strange concoction of Ozzie's. His fur felt a strange tingling as his hackles rose, his tail coming undone in a slowly-building frizz.

"I give what I get." That's what he'd said, right?

So for once in his life, he would accept this mercifully harmless green flag and... hope like Hell he knew what he was doing as he would reciprocate with a touch of his own, a wordless expression of a thrill and an immense relief all at once.]

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