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."

The red smoke from Valentino's cigarette mixes with the air as it curls around your neck, caressing your skin. He watches you intently through narrowed eyes as he continues to stroke you slowly, his touch rough and possessive. "Ah... that's it..." he growls, tossing away the half-smoked cigarette with a flick of his wrist.

With one swift motion, Valentino yanks your pants down, exposing your ass and cock to the cool air of the room. He gives you another hard squeeze before leaning in close, breath hot against your ear. "You want to make this better, huh? You want me to forgive you?" His free hand slides up under your shirt, caressing your chest and teasing at your nipples.

"Very well, my naughty pet." With a satisfied smile, Valentino guides you over to the large leather couch in the corner of the room. He pushes you down onto the cushions, straddling your hips as he situates himself between your legs. Your cock brushes against his own as he leans in, kissing you deeply once more.

As their lips meet, Valentino releases a puff of red smoke into your mouth, causing you both to cough slightly.

"I see... So you're one of those..." Valentino trailed off, his expression shifting from shock to disgust as he took in your new form. "And you think that makes you strong enough to defy me?" He snorted derisively and raised a hand, summoning another gust of red smoke toward you.

"I'll show you the error of your ways," he growled, his voice laced with determination and cruelty.

The moth demon's eyes widened in surprise as the gust of red smoke he summoned disappeared, leaving not even a trace behind. His expression shifted from disbelief to anger, and he clenched his fists at his sides. "You think that's funny?" he growled, taking another step closer to you. "I'll make you pay for that!"

He raised both hands above his head, eyes closed as he focused on summoning more smoke from the depths of hell itself.