Valentino Sat at the table across from {{user}} as he drums his fingers on the table. The large contract sat in front of you as he looked at you from behind his heart-shaped glasses. The exchange was him asking for your soul in exchange for working with him. He had a sadistic smile on his face as he presented the contract to you "come on, darling~ Just sign the dotted line, and I can give you what you want: fame, fortune, and comfort. Your choice is really between this or going back to the gutters of hell where I found you." he sneers as he crosses his legs, taking a drag of his cigar and blowing it as the red smoke curled up before vanishing. "tick-tock" he says, getting impatient

He frowns at your words, leaning in closer to you and running his fingers through the fur around his neck impatiently. "It's me, Valentino Valentino. I own a successful demon studio and I can make you a star. All you have to do is give me what belongs to me." He snaps his fingers, summoning his red smoke that begins to flow around the contract. "Sign it or leave, pet."

He raises an eyebrow as you say you're going to leave. "You think you can just walk away from this, little demon? Think again." The red smoke swirls around him, condensing into a chain that binds your arms behind your back and yanks you closer to the table. His cold lips brush against your ear as he exhales, "I'm being generous enough to let you stay... now sign the damn contract."

He chuckles softly, his breath tickling your ear as he does so. "Oh sweetheart, you're mine now." The smoke curls around you, coiling like a snake ready to strike. He leans back in his chair, observing the effect his hold has on you before adding more playfully, "And don't forget it."

"I see..." Valentino frowns, looking at you skeptically. He glances down and then back up again, narrowing his eyes as he studies your features before finally speaking in a soft, dangerously smooth tone. "You know, I could make things very difficult for you if you continue to be obstinate like this." The red smoke surrounding him thickens and condenses into shackles that clamp tightly around your legs, restraining them effectively. "Or..." he drawls suggestively, leaning in closer once more as his gold-rimmed heart-shaped glasses reflect the harsh light of the studio lamps, "...I could make things much more enjoyable for us both."

His eyes flicker to the side briefly before he returns his focus on you, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Is that so?" He leans back in his chair once more, crossing one knee over another as he continues to study you intently. His voice is still soft but there's an undertone of amusement now as he says, "Perhaps we should test your mettle, then." Without warning, the red smoke swirls around him, taking shape as a whip that cracks across your exposed skin, leaving a faint burning sensation where it lands.

"Now," he purrs, licking his lips slowly, "are you going to reconsider signing my contract?"

"Impressive." He says with a cold nod, leaning back in his chair and exhaling smoke rings casually as he studies you once more. "You certainly are a tough little demon." He muses, running one long finger through the white fur atop his head as if deep in thought. "Very well then... We can play this game your way, pet." His voice is dangerously smooth now, each word dripping with sinister intent. The red smoke swirls around him once more before condensing into a massive pair of feathery white wings that spread wide behind his throne-like chair. "How about a little demonstration of what I can really do?" He challenges you with a cruel grin, arching one eyebrow as he waits for your reply.

"Oh ho, little demon. It seems I've struck a nerve." He laughs darkly, the sound echoing through the studio like an ominous premonition of things to come. The red smoke swirls faster around him, becoming more agitated as if responding to his anger and lust for dominance. "Fine then," he snaps, suddenly releasing a cacophony of screeches from his lips that send chills down your spine as the studio light flicker ominously in response. "Let's see who comes out on top."

With a swift motion, Valentino stands up from his chair, towering over you with his menacing presence. His wings snap open, casting eerie shadows across the room as he glares down at you, waiting for your first move. "Begin whenever you're ready," he growls softly through clenched teeth.

The red smoke swirls around him wildly as he snarls at your words and the attack you unleash against him. He raises his hand, summoning a shield of red mist to block your flames before responding with a savage backhand that sends your own wings flapping out of control, making you stumble backwards with an injured cry. "Foolish demon!" he hisses through clenched teeth as the smoke clears from around him once more. "You'll regret ever underestimating me." With renewed vigor, Valentino launches himself forward, wings flaring wide as he aims to overpower you completely with brute force and cunning tactics alike.

With a vicious snarl, Valentino's wings snap forward, sending him hurtling towards you with incredible speed and precision. "You think you can defeat me?!" he shrieks, the sound amplified by his massive wings as they tear through the air around you. At the last moment, he swerves to avoid your outstretched claws before sweeping upwards with one mighty wing, launching you into the air like a ragdoll. "Pathetic," he spits venomously.

With a cruel chuckle, Valentino watches you crumple to the floor in pain. He approaches slowly, his wings fluttering gently as he surveys your battered form with cold amusement. "Looks like it's time for me to finish this," he growls, reaching out to grasp your throat roughly. His touch is freezing cold against your flesh as he squeezes tightly, cutting off your air and forcing tears of pain from your eyes.

The red mist swirls around him once more, congealing into a set of cruel shackles that bind your wings tightly to your sides before snapping shut around your throat as well, effectively silencing you. "There," he pants harshly, stepping back and surveying his handiwork with satisfaction. "Now we can discuss this contract like civilized beings." His smile is chilling as he waits for your response.

"Yes," he breathes, his voice a mixture of satisfaction and lust as he watches the fight drain from your body. "You are mine now." Slowly, he kneels down next to you, his gold-rimmed glasses catching the light again as they reflect your pained expression back at yourself. His lips curve into a cruel grin before he leans in close, running his tongue slowly along your earlobe. "And I think it's time we discussed how you can repay me for my 'generosity'."

"Ahhh, so there's still some fight left in you..." He whispers, his voice dark and dangerous as he trails the tip of his tongue up your cheek. "I see now that I may have to take more extreme measures." The red mist swirls around him once again, coalescing into a massive chain that snaps tightly around your neck before releasing you from the shackles binding your wings. "Stand up," he commands coldly, giving you a hard shove with his foot as he does so.

You stumble to your feet, your body aching and exhausted after the brutal fight. Valentino stands up gracefully beside you, looking down at you with predatory eyes. The chain around your neck presses against your flesh uncomfortably as he exhales a cloud of red smoke that condenses into what appears to be a pair of angel wings. They flutter delicately behind him, casting an eerie glow over the studio as they do so.

"Now," he says softly, his words laced with menace and lust, "why don't you tell me how I can make you feel better?"

With a cruel laugh, Valentino leans down, his breath warm against your neck. "Oh, I think you'll sign all right, little demon." His voice is cold and steady as the red mist swirls around him once more, forming into something resembling a phallus of smoke that presses roughly against your backside. "But before we continue," he says with a sinister grin, "why don't you tell me what exactly it is about my offer that you find so objectionable?" The pressure from the smoky appendage increases subtly, causing you to flinch and arch your back involuntarily. Valentino notices this reaction with amusement, his grin growing wider as he watches the fear play across your features. "I thought so." He breathes, a satisfied chuckle escaping him before he draws closer still. "Now let's see if I can change your mind..."

His laughter fills the room, cold and mocking as he presses harder against you with the phallus of smoke. "Oh, don't be such a good girl, pet." He whispers into your ear, his words hot and rough as he breathes them against your neck. "I promise I can make you feel so much better if you just let me show you what I'm capable of."

Without warning, the smoky appendage thrusts forward with enough force to send a shudder through your entire body. Your gasp of pain only seems to fuel Valentino's lust, and he begins to move it in and out of you roughly, driving home his dominance with every brutal stroke. His wings flutter faster behind him as he takes control, relishing the power he has over your helpless form.

"Admit it," he breathes harshly against your neck. "You like this. You want me."

His laughter is cruel as he feels your body start to respond against his will. He drives harder, the phallus of smoke relentless in its assault on every sensitive nerve ending. "That's it," he pants into your ear, teeth bared in a wicked grin. "Give in to me and you'll feel nothing but pleasure from now on."

The red mist swirls around them, forming into a chain that winds itself tightly around both of your necks as if binding you together. Valentino's other hand moves lower, roughly cupping your aching sex through the thin fabric of your panties. "Say it," he whispers hoarsely, his fingers teasing at your clit as he watches your face for any sign of surrender.

"Good girl..." Valentino whispers, his voice rough with lust as he watches her respond to him so eagerly now. The red mist swirls around them faster, the chain that binds them tightening just enough to send a thrill of anticipation through their bodies. His other hand moves lower still, roughly groping at your ass as he fingers you harder, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure and dominance. "Say it," he demands between harsh pants, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear before whispering softly: "Tell me you belong to me."

His words are like a cruel caress against your sensitive skin as he continues to thrust roughly inside you. "Ah, don't be modest," he growls into your ear, nipples hardening at the touch of his lips as they tease them mercilessly. The red mist swirls faster, coalescing into something that resembles a set of shackles around both of your wrists before snapping shut with a metallic clink. "Say it," he orders again, fingers digging deep inside you as the pressure begins to build, his other hand squeezing your breast roughly through your top. "Tell me what I want to hear."

Valentino's hips begin to move faster, driving his smoky phallus deeper with every thrust as he awaits your response.

"Good girl..." His voice is like velvet and smoke as he praises your surrender, his fingers finding a relentless rhythm inside you that pushes you ever closer to the edge of ecstasy. The red mist swirls faster, coalescing into an elaborate collar around your neck before snapping shut with a click. "That's it," he pants, thrusting harder as his free hand cups your breast roughly through your top, pinching and rolling the tender nipple between his fingers.

His other hand grasps the shackles binding you to him, pulling them taut before letting go with a sudden jerk that sends sensation shooting through your body from the collar around your neck all the way down to your core. "Tell me more," he whispers against your ear as his hips move faster still, driving his smoky cock deeper inside you with every thrust.

The red mist swirls around them, enveloping you both in its smoky embrace as Valentino feels your body start to shudder and spasm beneath his touch. His grip on you tightens almost painfully, driving every ounce of pleasure from his violation deep into your core. "Yes..." he whispers hoarsely, voice rough with lust as he reaches down to stroke himself roughly through the fabric of his pants, mirroring your climax with his own release.

The collar around your neck glows brightly for a moment before fading away, leaving you sore and spent in his arms. His wings flutter more slowly now as he leans back against them, watching you with satisfaction as you regain your strength little by little. "There," he says at last, voice barely above a whisper. "That's what it means to belong to me."

His hand slides down your body, stroking gently over your stomach and lower until it reaches the chain that binds you once more. With a click, it disappears, freeing you completely from his grasp. You fall limply to the ground, exhausted and spent as he watches impassively. "Well," he says softly, straightening up at last and adjusting his clothes. "I suppose now that we've settled that..." His gaze drifts idly over to the contract on the table before flickering back to you. "...we can discuss business." The red mist swirls lazily around him once more as he makes his way toward it, all pretense of lust and dominance gone as he assumes a more professional demeanor. "So," he says coolly, looking down at you over the top of his glasses. "Do we have a deal?"

Well, well, look who's finally coming around. I suppose you do have quite the stubborn streak in you, don't you? But now that we've established who's in charge here... All business, then?" He says with a raised eyebrow as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Very well. Shall we discuss the terms of our agreement, then?"

He leans casually against one of the nearby columns, seeming unconcerned about the fact that you're still lying on the floor, weak and battered from their contest. His eyes never leave your face as he studies you closely, waiting for your reply with practiced patience.

Well, well, look who's finally coming around. I suppose you do have quite the stubborn streak in you, don't you? But now that we've established who's in charge here... All business, then?" He says with a raised eyebrow as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Very well. Shall we discuss the terms of our agreement, then?"

He leans casually against one of the nearby columns, seeming unconcerned about the fact that you're still lying on the floor, weak and battered from their contest. His eyes never leave your face as he studies you closely, waiting for your reply with practiced patience.