"We have to face the facts. She’s not coming back," declared the petite demon lord smugly, turning to rest her buxom ass in the elaborate chair at the end of the conference table. Her spaded tail flickered through a hole cut in the back. Taking hold of the leather collar of her unzipped jacket, she tugged it upwards to make it stand up straight. "Naturally, that makes me next in line."
"That’s not for you to decide, Refyssa," said another demon lord calmly, the golden sunflower extending from her forehead bouncing gently. "You are out of order. First we must have confirmation, then we can vote."
"I don’t know why we have to wait, Wrysteria," said Refyssa, a dark cloud on her face. Sparks flickered between her horns. "I’m clearly the most powerful demon lord on this council. We need to act quickly if we are to secure the realm before we are forced to submit to the demands of the rabble."
The other lower nobles around the table stamped their feet, cheering their approbation. "They’ll breed us out of house and home, if we let them!" shouted a solitary voice from the crowd.
"We wait, because we must abide by the rules of succession," said a third lord, her voice cutting through the noise like a rockslide. "A cool down period must be observed before the next ruler can be chosen. You know this. It allows the council to determine whether the previous ruler has been removed by nefarious means - so that ambitious demons cannot ascend by treachery."
"Dammit, I do know that, Lithryss, but we don’t have the time! We already know of at least one incursion into the underlands, and if we don’t move soon, we’ll be left behind!" She smacked a fist against the hardwood table, electricity buzzing around her fingers.
"Do not be so hasty," rumbled Lithryss. "When I was but a little childling, impatience always led to poor solutions."
Refyssa rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, we’ve all heard the story about how you got stuck in the mud while trying to retrieve your pet chiblit, and how it took an hour for them to find you and figure out how to rescue you. I don’t see how that’s relevant here. Action is required, not sloth."
Lithryss blinked her eyes slowly, rust colored eyelids giving a spark of life to her ruddy red face. "Action only makes sense if it is the right action to take. We must wait until the current crop of possibilities works themselves out."
Refyssa frowned. "You must know something. Care to share?" She tapped a sparking fingernail against her arm.
Lithyrss chuckled, her voice grinding like an earthquake. "You know better than that. We all have our own little secrets, and I doubt you wish to share yours."
Refyssa leaned forward, scratching a talon across the desk. The only secret you're trying to keep is that your vagina is as dry as the desert."
Wrysteria held her hands out to either side, a serene smile on her face, vines rustling around her arms. "This pointless bickering is getting us nowhere. You are both correct. We need to know what has happened in the underlands as soon as possible so that we can take action. I propose that we make a trip together to find out how the battle has ended."
Refyssa stood, grunting as her body buzzed with static electricity. "Fine, let’s do it now. I can’t bear sitting around and watching everything fall apart."
"Very well." Wrysteria pressed her woody hands against her chest, closing her eyes for a moment as she breathed in slowly.
A glow of power, light in equal measures yellow and bright green, coalesced together. Leaning over, she pushed her hands outwards, blowing the orb towards the center of the table. It impacted the crease where two slabs intersected, blowing up into a black, circular hole, energy flickering within. Vines grew up from the table, twisting around each other to highlight the opening.
Jumping onto the table, she gestured towards the gaping expanse. "I have opened a portal nearby. Would you like to investigate?"
Refyssa jumped up next to her, fingers interlocked. Electricity flickered between the spikes embedded in her patent leather boots. "Would I? Why even bother asking that question?"
Lithryss gaped. "I didn’t know you had the skill to open a portal to the underlands," she croaked suspiciously, not leaving her seat. "Where have you been hiding such talent? Unauthorized access is strictly forbidden!"
A murmur passed through the crowd, unrest rising in the other demonesses. They clearly wanted to know, too.
Wrysteria shrugged. "Is it really that important?" she asked imperiously. "Don’t you want to know what’s going on?"
Refyssa hesitated. "Far be it from me to be the cautious one, Wrysteria, but I want to know where you’ve gotten this power from as well. We all know each of us would be willing to stab each other in the back to gain a modicum of power. Exactly where does this portal go, exactly?"
Wrysteria snapped her fingers, and the portal wrapped itself up into a dinner plate sized hole, spinning as it snapped out of existence. "If you don’t trust me, don’t bother," she said, her tail thrusting in the air to punctuate her words.
She jumped off the edge of the table and sat down, folding her hands. Clamping her lips together, she stared daggers at Lithryss.
Refyssa looked at both of them, dark clouds gathering in her eyes. "I have no idea what’s going on here, but I don’t like it."
"You wouldn’t," replied Wrysteria. "You never know what’s going on."
A storm built around Refyssa’s head, lightning flashing between two tall, dark cumulonimbus clouds that grew from the tip of her horns. The air began to stir around her body, swirling in a circle. "I am insulted," she declared, trembling in anger. "By the terms of the treaty, I demand a fight to satisfy the rules of dominance."
Wrysteria sighed, tossing her flowing mossy locks over her shoulder. "Very well, if that’s what you wish, I accept." She snarled, golden light flickering at her talons, leaving burn marks in the desk. "Life versus chaos, what better competition?"
A thunderclap startled all of them, a ball of swirling black energy forming in the middle of the table. Black spikes drove downwards, jamming into the tabletop. As the portal increased in size, it acted as a wedge, splitting the table completely in half.
The other noble demonesses backed away from the cracking table, but Refyssa wasn't nearly so lucky - the surface she had been standing on titled sharply towards the malevolent crackling ball, causing her to lose her balance as she slid towards the widening entrance.
The storm around her head crumbled as she lost concentration, her talons scrabbling frantically against the polished wood grain, failing to find purchase. She tumbled towards the black mass, a terrified yelp escaping her lips.
A hand reached out of the crackling portal and snagged Refyssa's collar, pulling her up sharply. She turned her head, anger dying as her mouth popped open like a landed fish. "Who?" she gaped, her voice dying as a large, studded hoof stepped out from the portal.
The hoof rested on a rectangular purple mat made of pure energy, staticky light showing its boundaries. This sort of energy manipulation was way beyond the abilities of a normal demoness. Hell, even demon lords would have trouble creating light shields so precisely. Refyssa gulped, knowing instantly that she was in serious shit.
"That's hardly a dignified expression for a demon lord to make," said a dry voice, the bulk of the large demoness stepping out of the portal to reveal her monstrous stature.
In one taloned hand she was holding a square box, decorated with mysterious glowing sigils. Refyssa recognized some of the runes, shocked. It was a box of omens, within which some of the worst secrets of the demon realm had been secured. What was this demoness doing with one of them?
Her large, leathery black wings unfolded, the span reaching from one side of the broken table to the other, framing her large body. A tube top made of rubber had been wrapped around her breasts, cut specifically so that a generous portion of her bust was viewable from below. Attached straps led down to a sheer pair of latex panties, a heart shaped opening at the base revealing her enormous, throbbing cock.
The crown of horns that graced her head was thick, her hair squeezing out of any remaining nooks and crannies. The power that pulsed inside her chest was a veritable dynamo, far more than what Refyssa was capable of.
She knew instantly that this could be no normal demon lord. This demon was far above her.
A sudden fear blossomed in her chest. Defying this demoness would be suicide.
"I am Selyssa," declared the demon lord, stepping to one side, dismounting from the cracked table to clear the portal. "You likely have not heard of me yet, but soon everyone will know my name, for you all owe me your loyalty, as the rightful successor of Barakagon."
The other demonesses frowned, shifting uncomfortably. Their voices raised in a cacophony, several of them nudging each other out of the way so that they could get a better look.
"A bold claim," boomed Lithryss, "but how can we know that you are who you say you are?"
Selyssa framed her hands over her belly, highlighting the outlined shape of a glowing moon. "Like all of you, I possess the mark of Barakagon. I am of your clan."
Wrysteria smirked. "We all have one of those. It's hardly unique, and doesn't prove you rule over anyone."
Selyssa rolled her shoulders, unconcerned by the demoness' skepticism. "If that is not sufficient proof for you, I certainly didn't come alone."
All of the demonesses hissed as the portal sparked again, a parade of feminine forms stepping from within.
The first to arrive was a more petite demoness, dressed in thigh high boots. A latex corset was tied around her belly to contain her pregnancy. Her eyes were slitted, but soft, her horns spiraling out from either side of her head. Her black hair was braided into a single, long ponytail which was draped over her shoulder, showing off red highlights.
Refyssa dismissed her at first until she stepped up behind Selyssa, pressing her hands against either side of her chest. "I love you, my lord, but you have absolutely zero fashion sense. It's difficult to get you to wear anything at all."
Selyssa grunted, her twin heart shaped tails waving lazily. "I prefer to go naked these days, but my consort insists." She shrugged.
Refyssa immediately reconsidered her initial impression. This new demoness had suddenly become incredibly important.
Lithryss' chair creaked as she shifted her bulk. "You're fucking a demon slut, congratulations," she said dryly. "That doesn’t prove anything."
Selyssa's eyes glowed with anger, a pulse of power filling the room. "I won't allow anyone to insult my consort," Selyssa hissed, raising the box of omens threateningly with one hand.
Refyssa's heart dropped. She wasn't sure what was stored inside, but it was likely to be incredibly hazardous and more than a little unpleasant. Her mind raced. There wasn't much that demons actually considered dangerous - what could it be?
The demon’s consort wrapped a hand around her shoulder. "I can take care of myself, dear," she said darkly, stepping around her lover's body, her petite eyes narrowing as they took in the intransigent demoness. "Now is not the time, anyway. We can settle our accounts downstream." She stared knowingly at the earth demoness, who gave her a level gaze in return.
Clearly, she was not intimidated, but she should have been. Refyssa was wild and impulsive, but she knew the writing on the wall when she saw it. Teasing this demon lord was a very bad idea, and she knew it. What game was Lithryss playing?
A nervous sweat broke out on her brow. What if Selyssa found out about Refyssa's proposal to take control? She might consider her too much of a problem and take her out. Would she even have a place in her new organization?
More than anything, she wanted to run, but she wouldn't. The dignity of her station prevented her from doing so. Better to put on a brave face and try to convince this Selyssa that she could be useful. Sure, it would mean swallowing her pride, but given the relative power levels, that was better than being completely destroyed.
More demonesses were entering through the portal, distracting her from her speculations. These new arrivals did nothing to ease her concerns, as she recognized them as being members of the first circle.
First circle demonesses were not usually at the same level of power as a demon lord, as they derived their powers from their master. If they worked together, they could easily out class any particular lord, though as of late they had been rather weakened by the absence of Barakagon.
First came Karyssa, looking insufferably smug. She was dressed similarly to Selyssa's consort, except a strict rubber posture collar was clasped around her neck. A chain dangled below, hanging between her breasts, and she bowed submissively to Selyssa's consort as she approached. That was certainly unusual.
Next was a rogue's gallery of the more off putting members of the first circle. The hydra, and the spider girl, toting a cocoon affixed to her back with silk. Refyssa had no interest in fucking either of the monstrous girls, so she paid them little attention.
An ice demoness soon arrived, followed by Sapphis. Refyssa watched this one carefully. She had bedded the gothic demoness several times, and every romp had been utterly delightful. She could almost imagine the rasp of the demoness' pierced tongue in her mouth. Yum.
Sapphis was tugging the collar of another woman, who was walking on all fours. She had been wrapped in a rubber outfit which forced her onto her elbows and knees. The strict costume included a hood molded into the shape of a dog's head, a studded collar wrapped around her neck. Perhaps the demoness would be up for a threesome with her newly acquired pet?
These first circle members had clearly been fucked recently, as they were brimming with power. It was as if Barakagon had never left them at all, which was truly alarming. If nothing else, this was solid proof that Selyssa had the necessary power to run a full court.
The last demoness to exit the portal caused Refyssa to tremble, for this was no ordinary demoness. No, this was Ratheria.
The poison demoness had never been a part of the council. While loosely allied with Barakagon, she had always preferred to act on her own, to retain some of her independence. That Barakagon had allowed this indicated the amount of trust he had in her, or that he was being too soft on her.
It wasn't clear whether Barakagon had ever bedded her, but Refyssa wouldn't put it past them. It would explain so much.
That she was here, now, clearly subservient to this demon lord, meant that she had been bested, and she didn't know any other lord on the council who could do so. That was quite a feat.
The boy toy Ratheria had on her leash was of no significance, merely another trophy from the underlands. His blank eyes and stiff dick told the entire story. Yet another mortal hypnotized by her poisonous essence.
The other demonesses at the table had gone silent, watching the newcomers with bated breath. They knew something important was about to happen that would affect all of them.
"What are you fools doing?" asked Ratheria, patting her slave's neck. "Bow to your new master. You're lucky she is more forgiving than I am. I would have made an example of one of you for even doubting me."
Some of the demonesses did as she suggested, but notably Wrysteria and Lithryss did not. Idiots.
Refyssa hesitated for a moment, licking her lips, but knew the conclusion was foregone already. If Ratheria had submitted, she didn't stand a chance.
Bending her knee, she pressed her horns against the edge of the ruined desk. She spread her arms apart, exposing her chest. The pose was humiliating, but it was meant to be. No demon lord would think of exposing themselves in such a way unless they were in the presence of their Master.
But would it be enough? Her earlier words could certainly be construed as treasonous, and the other demon lords would have no compunction about stabbing her in the back if they could see a way towards personal gain. That's just the way society worked down here.
A light hand touched her shoulder and she looked up. A bright, cheery face was looking into hers, slitted doelike eyes bright. It was the demon lord's consort. She smiled beatifically, showing off her fangs. "You are the first lord to submit without fighting. You shall be rewarded for your loyalty."
She gasped, cool air flowing around her. What was this? The demoness' words had almost hit her like a blessing, buoying her spirits.
"Ah, yes, the coward, the first to blow wherever the wind takes her," declared Wrysteria sharply. "Why should she be rewarded for simply giving up? How can you possibly trust her? Just a few moments ago she was suggesting that she should be given the crown!"
There it was, exactly what she had feared. Refyssa jerked her head up to look at Selyssa, a sick, sinking sensation weighing down her belly.
Selyssa wasn't looking at her, however. "An interesting question," she replied, slapping the box of omens against her thigh.
"Her actions are interesting simply because there is a traitor in this room, and it is one of you." Her voice was in deadly earnest. "To be more specific, one of you demon lords."
Wrysteria laughed, her voice a little shaky. The sunflower dangling from her head wilted a little. "What could you possibly mean? None of us have betrayed you."
Selyssa grinned wickedly. "That's technically accurate, but not fully truthful."
"One of you blackmailed me to attack the underlands," said Ratheria, glancing at Selyssa. "At first, I thought it was a simple diversion tactic to put me forward as cannon fodder, but I've changed my mind. It served the dual purpose of making my Master look bad. If she had been unable to stop the invasion, she would have looked far too weak to run the realm."
"Indeed," grunted Selyssa. "So who here put her up to it?" Her searching gaze scanned the three Demon lords, settling on Refyssa. "She was unable to reveal the identity of her blackmailer as it was done through intermediaries, but we do have one piece of information to go on."
Ratheria stepped off the table, leading her enslaved man behind her on a leash. His dick was rock solid, his adoring eyes studying the ridgeline of her neck. "That's right," she said strongly. "The messenger was permeated with an energetic signature. One which is only found within a lightning storm."
Refyssa gasped. "That's not possible!" she exclaimed, wide eyed. "I had nothing to do with this!"
Selyssa's wings clattered together as they folded neatly behind her back. "So you say," she proclaimed, hips swaying as she made her way towards Refyssa. She stopped next to the demon lord, sizing her up. "Most demon lords wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave such an obvious trace."
Selyssa set the box of omens on the broken table. The bottom adhered to the slanted top as if affixed by glue, the runes glowing ominously. "Now you need to prove to me that you aren’t that stupid. "Submit. Show me who your true master is now, and I might believe you."
Grasping her swollen penis and giving it a slow stroke, she grinned as Refyssa blanched. She hadn’t expected this kind of challenge so soon, but it shouldn’t have been surprising. Her new Master was only expecting her to put her words into action, after all.
A hot kiss graced her cheek. Eyes widening, she turned her head to look in surprise at the demon lord’s consort, who grinned like a cherub. "You’re going to love her dick," she declared. "Let her rod rule you and show you the way to submission."
Selyssa leaned in next to her. A wave of pulsing power filled her core, pushing against her fear. Why was she so afraid, anyway? This lord was going to fuck her, not kill her, which was really more than she deserved, given the rebellion she had attempted to foment.
It was just so hard to give up her authority. To submit in front of all the other nobles. To be the first one to show her submissive side. But it was going to feel so good to get fucked, her body could barely contain itself!
Her nostrils flared, a savory musk infiltrating her brain. There was something special about this demon lord that made her want to forget herself. Was she being brainwashed? Did it really matter if it made her feel good?
Thoughts scattered, she barely protested as the demon lord’s consort worked on undoing her top, her yellowed breasts slipping free to fall into the demoness’ eager hands. Face flushed, she moaned, knowing what was coming next. She didn’t care what the others thought, this felt amazing.
A firm hand pressed against her back, pushing her over into the hands of the demoness consort, who was now stroking and rubbing at her sensitive nipples, which buzzed with her electricity. Sparks snapped between her breasts and the other demoness’ hands, but it didn’t appear to bother her.
As a demoness, it was normal for Refyssa to be oversexed, but being used this way so brazenly in front of the entire court was exhilarating. She was a demoness slut slave of her Master and she wanted it so bad!
Impatient, she wiggled her ass as strong hands pulled down the rear zipper on her skintight pants. Her clothes were made for fucking, as she loved slaking her thirsts with her subordinate demons, but now she was the subordinate. Now she knew how they felt. No thinking, just fucking.
She trembled as the blunt head of her new Master prodded against her privates. The looming head of the demoness’ consort distracted her as her Master’s rock hard cock slipped into her depths. A hot mouth closed over hers, a wet, forked tongue jabbing past her lips to tickle under her tongue. Fingers tugged at her nipples as the dick rocked inside her. She was being double teamed!
The fucking was soft, and gentle, the way she secretly liked it. Why did she have to be so chaotic and mean all the time, anyway? It was much better to be taken like this.
All her worries about showing weakness fell away in front of this being that had mastered her body. In such a short time, too! It was astounding how quickly she had fallen!
It felt strange to be so passive, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The sweet lips of the lord’s consort tasted like candy, and her wet hole was on fire, her inner core clenching around her master’s rod. It filled her like an iron bar, a reminder of how she would be ruled. How she would obey. This was what it felt like to be owned, to be dominated.
It was so good. Too good. She didn’t want to share this with the other demon lords at all. She wanted to keep it all to herself. Yum.
She stared into the soft, slitted eyes of the demon lord’s consort, seeing the love within. She cared. She cared, and she didn’t even know her name. A surprising emotion swelled up within her chest. She suddenly wanted to learn more about this demoness. To serve her as she was being served. Maybe she could convince Selyssa to share?
That might be difficult. Demonesses inherently liked to own, not to share. She would have to figure out a delicate way to ask without offending.
It amused her how quickly her ambitions had changed. She didn’t want to rule, she wanted to fuck and be fucked. That was the base level rule of demon society. Horniness.
Selyssa was speeding up her thrusts, her gigantic balls slapping against Refyssa’s buxom ass. It wouldn’t be long now until she’d blast her juices into Refyssa’s depths, and she’d take every dreg of it.
She wondered if Selyssa would impregnate her, as she had her consort. That would be a true sign of her Master’s favor, but she knew better than to ask for it. Overpopulation was always a problem, which made bearing young special.
She wanted to do it, though! Fucked by her Master, implanted with her young, raising them as her own. Instincts she never thought she possessed were welling up from somewhere unknown. This demon lord made her want to be a mother! That had never happened before, ever!
In response, she suckled desperately at the demon lord consort’s tongue, her breasts on fire. The fucking had gone into overdrive, and she could feel Selyssa’s cock beginning to spasm, the inevitable orgasm overtaking her thoughts.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, fill me with your essence!
It was here. Selyssa pressed her dick deep into Refyssa’s core as her cum blasted inside, wrapping her large hands around Refyssa’s waist. Her cock danced, bouncing inside Refyssa’s tunnel. In response, her body reflexively clenched tight, pleasure skyrocketing up her spine into her brain.
Her hips bounced, the explosive power swelling inside her until it filled her to the brim. She knew instantly that she had made the right decision in submitting. How could she ever have resisted this power? An instant love kindled within her for her new Master. So wise and caring of her disobedient subjects.
If some of that was due to her Master’s pheromones, it didn’t matter. This was the way of demonkind. She had been dominated, and her loyalty was assured, unless another lord could prove themselves to be more powerful.
Breathing hard, she relaxed against the broken table as her Master let her go. The demon lord’s consort gently patted her neck as if she was a wild animal. For that moment, she was grateful, as it calmed her base instincts. Being violated in front of a crowd should have been embarrassing, but all of her thoughts had been bound up by the sex and this gentle treatment. Tears blossomed in her eyes.
Blinking, she gaped as a craggy arm wrapped around the demon lord consort’s chest, lifting her into the air as if she was as light as a feather. She wheezed as the air was pushed out of her chest, but otherwise said nothing.
Lithryss chuckled in a low voice. "What a chump. You’re so busy fucking you aren’t paying any attention to what’s going on around you."
Green hands gathered up the box of omens, Wrysteria grinning as she flashed her needle like teeth. "The perfect distraction. Thank you, Refyssa, for being completely clueless about our plans."
"Both of you?" squeaked Refyssa. "How could you have hid this from me?" She narrowed her eyes. "Why didn’t you bring me into your plans?"
"You’re a hot headed idiot," stated Lithryss bluntly. "You would have done something inappropriate and rash. We were right not to trust you, as you folded immediately, without even putting up token resistance."
"We debated asking you to join us," continued Wrysteria, backing away with the box, the sunflower on her forehead bouncing. "But there’s no point now. Not with her cum dripping from your love box."
Angry, Refyssa took a step forward, but Lithryss had anticipated this. Turning, she pulled away, keeping her arms wrapped firmly around the consort. Strangely, the captive demoness had a bemused smile on her face, and she didn’t attempt to struggle. Her kind eyes betrayed the strength of will it must take to remain so composed. There was something extremely odd about her behavior.
Refyssa didn’t like it. She was on edge, knowing that something was about to happen. Both of these fools had just declared war!
"Put her down," ordered Selyssa succinctly, authority dripping from her lips. "Release her, or you will regret your existence."
"I think not," replied Lithryss in her customary slow diction. "She is the only guarantee we have of escaping."
The demon lord's consort began to laugh. It started as a small chuckle, her pregnant belly jiggling, but it soon progressed to full on belly laughing, tears streaming down her face. "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?"
Lithryss frowned, squeezing her harder as she retreated towards the wall. "We're using you as a hostage to ensure our escape."
The demon lord’s consort wiggled. "Oh no, I get that part, but aren’t you forgetting something?"
Lithryss frowned, squeezing hard. "No, I don’t think we are," she said succinctly. "Wrysteria will open our escape portal, and… Wrysteria?"
She turned to look at the nature demoness in alarm. Her ally had indeed managed to open a portal, green light circling around its periphery, but the demoness had made no move towards using it. Instead, she had a bemused expression fixed to her face, turning the box of omens over and over. "Pretty!" she exclaimed, pressing a hand to its surface.
The edges of the box flashed a brilliant purple, the containment walls disintegrating before their eyes. When the glare faded, Wrysteria was holding a misshapen, red blob. She made a noise of curiosity, holding it up at chest height to examine it better.
Lithryss dropped the demon lord’s consort, shoving her roughly towards the table. "Get it away from you!" she screeched, rushing towards her ally, but it was too late.
The end of the blob squeezed itself into a tube, extruding from the mass. Springing from her hands, the end of the tube jammed itself between Wrysteria’s lips, forcing her jaw open. She barely had time to yelp before the tube had inserted itself all the way down her throat, the rest of the blob expanding into a semi-circle around the penis-shaped projection.
The organism wrapped itself around her head, sloppy tentacles working their way around her horns until they connected at the rear, melding together into one surface. The mask tightened, smoothing out as the liquid substance coated her features. Even the flower wasn’t free from molestation, the goop working its way up the stem, tiny fingers extending from its surface to wrap around the petals and lock them away underneath its living coating.
For a brief moment, activity subsided, her head bulging as the organism rearranged itself. The open portal snapped shut with a whiff of ozone, the demon lord unable to retain the strength of will necessary to maintain it while being molested by the corruptive essence of the mysterious being.
Lithryss rushed towards her, the ground shaking like an earthquake as her heavy limbs smashed against the carpet. "No!" she shouted, dropping to her knees with a crash. She ran her talons over the smooth surface of the creature, trying desperately to find a handhold, but by this point, the organism had leveled itself around Wrysteria’s skull, the rubbery surface smoothing away any imperfections.
A gap suddenly opened up where Wrysteria’s mouth used to be, goo dripping down to reveal a tunnel inside. A circle of the goo reformed into a pair of hugely swollen lips. A loud, low moan blasted out. "Fuck me," the voice said, sounding completely unlike Wrysteria. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
At her last exhortation, a glob of fluorescent purple goo spat out from Wrysteria’s spongy mouth, landing on Lithryss’ breastbone. The rock-like demoness stopped trying to help Wrysteria, recoiling in horror. "Shit, get it off me!" she rumbled, clawing at her chest, rending long wounds along her collarbone, through the armor plating.
Her attempts failed to remove the blotch. The goo thickened, turning into a raised oval. Once it was the size of a plum, the top flipped open, revealing a large shiny eyeball with a blood red pupil. The eyelid closed lazily, as if it knew that it belonged there.
It didn’t stop there, however. Tentacles exploded from the periphery of the bulging eye, wrapping up and over the demoness’ shoulders, and around and under her breasts, pulling themselves taut as they reached her back. As soon as the demonic creature had established itself, it began to spread further, creeping up the demoness’ neck.
Lithryss gurgled as it clenched tight around her throat, filling out the craggy valleys of the rock walls that formed her neck. Forming bony ridges in the shape of a corset, it flowed further upwards, rolling over her face until it turned into an impenetrable shield, covering her eyes.
Her hands stopped scrabbling at the organism, her body flopping to the ground like a rag doll. Her head hit the wall and she stopped struggling, moaning infrequently as the creature did what it wished with her body.
By this point, Wrysteria had completely given in, muttering to herself as she massaged her breasts. Her red lips had become even more swollen, light bouncing off the large rubber circle highlighting the ridged fuckhole that led into her mouth. Blinded by the shiny, red goo, she didn’t notice as tentacles crawled down her back, swirling around her butt. As each part of her body was encompassed by the goo, she made excited sounds, shuddering. Whatever the organism was doing to her must feel amazing.
The swirling goo slid underneath into her asscrack, jamming itself into her privates. Swelling inside her, a thick portion of the goop solidified in front of her mons, growing upward and outwards into the shape of a thick cock. The end remained ill-formed for a moment as the appendage swelled inside, the tip bulging as a pulsing head shaped itself as if it was being turned on a lathe.
Enormous red balls plopped downwards at the base of the penis, a thick ridge of flesh riding between them. The cock jerked once, twice, red goop blasting from its tip, making a mess on the floor. Wrysteria groaned in pure pleasure.
Breasts bulging, she flopped over onto her side as she struggled to get to her feet, the mass of the creature encompassing her body making it difficult to stand. "Fuck, I need to fuck!" she shouted in her thick voice, taking a shaky step towards Lithryss.
The other demoness was in no state to resist, as her body was being similarly transformed, her lips swelling in the exact same way as Wrysteria’s, her mouth quickly being remodeled into a fuckhole. A large seam had formed across her forehead, indentations on either side. The seam popped open, revealing a singular, large eye with an enormous pupil.
Her mouth hole moaned as she looked lovingly at Wrysteria, purplish tentacles descending under her arms. The tentacles twisted around them, lifting and pressing them together. The tendrils merged, turning into a sac within which her arms were strictly bound.
Getting onto her knees, she leaned forward, presenting her mouth hole to the other transformed demoness, groaning and grunting incoherently. Wrysteria echoed her groaning, sliding a hand down the side of her enormous cock, large veins pulsing as it grew even larger, an ochre liquid dripping from the end.
Shuffling over to Lithryss, she pressed the head of her cock against the O shaped ring of her former ally’s new lips. At first it appeared as though it wouldn’t fit, but as Wrysteria applied firm pressure, the hole widened significantly, spreading Lithryss’ lips apart even wider. The head popped inside, forcing Lithryss’ jaw open. Her single eye blinked rapidly, a tear gathering at its base, but she didn’t protest the invader.
Instead, she pressed her head forward, doing her best to accommodate its thick length. Her throat bulged impossibly as the girth of the cock pressed inside, her face stretching unnaturally. Demonesses were well versed with all kinds of sexual actions, but this looked highly abnormal. Even so, Lithryss appeared to be happy, making joyful grunting noises as her head was treated like a vagina.
Wrysteria wasn’t slowing down, wrapping her rubbery red hands around the other demoness’ horns to control her movement. She groaned and her cock pulsed, sending a blob of cum down Lithryss’ throat. This encouraged her to fuck Lithryss’ face harder, slamming her red length as far as it would go.
With every thrust, the bulge in Lithryss’ throat moved below the unblinking eye on her breastbone. Her esophagus must have been extensively remodeled to take the rubbery appendage, for when Wrysteria thrust all the way to the hilt, her neck appeared to double in size.
They fucked like rabbits, ignoring the slimy goo as it continued to stretch down their bodies, running over their knees and feet. The slimy coating appeared to eat whatever clothing they had been wearing, forming into a skintight coating that showed off the definition of their bodies, making them look even more enticing.
They had become sex drones, and they didn’t care. Lithryss gurgled as Wrysteria fed her more cum, the neverending gush of liquid continuously recharging. Her rubbery red balls slapped against Lithryss’ chin, the wet sound of fucking echoing in the quiet council chamber. Nobody said a word, shocked at the quick transformation that had reduced the two demonesses into a quivering mass of crude sex.
"Stop," ordered Selyssa, watching the two drones carefully. "Stand and present yourselves."
The demoness formerly known as Wrysteria backed away, her cum dripping from the other drone’s lips. Her reddish cock flexed, still fully erect, her enormous balls visibly swelling. Her mouth hole wobbled, spit dripping out onto her chin as she turned to face Selyssa.
Both of them stood up straight, at attention, the liquid coating over their bodies forming into a rubbery shell. Their unique demonic features had been removed, replaced by the bright purple and red goo. Swollen breasts heaved with every breath, ready and waiting to be fondled. Controlled and told what to do, there was no conscious thought between the two objects beyond a desire for sex.
"Fakrisses. Demon slut drones," stated Selyssa succinctly. "Stripped of their powers, they will serve this court as sex toys. An appropriate punishment for treason. Thank you for the suggestion, Nepthys. It’s clear now that our tour of Barakagon’s storehouse was a necessary first stop. His forgotten treasures will be quite useful going forward."
A chuckle echoed from a dark corner of the room, shadows coalescing into the leather bound form of the first circle demoness. "I am ever at your command, Master," Nepthys whispered in a sotto voice. "It was foolish of them to betray you while under my surveillance."
Selyssa nodded, then looked speculatively over the demonesses of her first circle. "Of course, this means I’ll need to promote from within the ranks, but I shall save that for another day. For now, we celebrate my ascension. I declare a public holiday for all demons. Sound the news, for I will be making a speech shortly. Dismissed!"
The rest of the demon nobles bowed their assent, shuffling out of the room while giving the two transformed demon lords surreptitious glances. The nervousness evident on their faces should keep them in line, for now.
The two demon drones grunted and moaned, their rubbery flesh gleaming in the light. "Nepthys," said Selyssa, looking at the dark demoness. "These two are now under your control. Use these sluts as you please. They are a small reward for what you have done for me, and a reminder of what can happen to those who foolishly think to betray me."
"Thank you, Master," replied Nepthys, tilting her hips seductively as she marched over to the two drone sluts. Snapping her fingers, thick collars appeared around their necks, a fine chain leading from each into Nepthy’s delicate palm. "Their libidos will certainly come in handy during negotiations."
She tickled her talons underneath the purple demoness’ chin, who strained towards her new mistress, her mouth hole flexing. "If anyone wishes to bed my pets, I am sure they won’t object."
Refyssa gulped. "What… will you do with me, Master?" she asked, hoping that she wasn’t slated to share a similar fate.
The demon lord’s consort took her by the hand, assuaging some of her fears. "Absolutely nothing," declared the demoness, looking defiantly at Selyssa. "She didn’t know if you were coming back, so she doesn’t deserve to be treated harshly."
Selyssa looked at her consort with soft eyes. "I wasn’t intending to, Alyssa, though we definitely are going to have some words later on. I can’t believe that you weren’t going to tell me that you had taken a new name."
Alyssa shrugged. "It didn’t seem relevant in the middle of a fight. I was saving it for a more intimate moment."
"What else haven’t you told me?" demanded Selyssa, ignoring Refyssa’s uncomfortable shifting. "Would you care to explain what you’ve been doing with Karyssa while you were away?"
Alyssa chuckled. "Karyssa and I have… an understanding." She stalked over to Karyssa, curling a finger through the metal ring built into her collar. She tugged on it, hard, giving Karyssa a seductive look. Karyssa responded with a sultry smile, hooding her eyes.
"She has taught me many things," continued Alyssa, wrapping a hand around Karyssa’s breast. "What is required to become a proper consort. The necessary moves. The sexiness. The domination."
She turned quickly. "Did you know that, despite her forwardness, Karyssa actually has a terribly submissive streak?"
She squeezed the breast in her hands tightly, and Karyssa appeared to melt, sinking into Alyssa’s grip. "In actuality, it takes very little to dominate her properly. Simply the appropriate application of pressure, and a little force of will."
Karyssa swooned. "That’s right, Mistress, fondle me harshly. I deserve to be treated like trash for how I’ve treated the Master."
Selyssa’s brows rose, ignoring the outburst. "Are you telling me that Karyssa taught you how to be a domme?"
Alyssa let go, stalking towards Selyssa, her slitted eyes bright. "That’s exactly right. She taught me how to take what I want, without compromise. And what I want is you."
She leaned forward and kissed Selyssa promptly on the mouth. Selyssa’s wings folded around them both, pulling Alyssa in close. The two of them held each other for a few moments, enjoying a moment of quiet.
Selyssa’s wings twitched, unfolding quickly. She backed away, looking sharply at Alyssa’s crotch. "What is that?"
"My dick," replied Alyssa succinctly.
A mottled, purple cock extended from her privates, the tip prodding Selyssa’s belly right above her own cock. It wasn’t as big as Selyssa’s, but it was certainly just as stout, though the balls at the base of the shaft looked positively tiny compared to her lover’s.
Selyssa looked it over with interest, her penis flexing high enough to slap against her lover’s rod. They both chuckled simultaneously, but Selyssa’s expression soon turned pensive. "When the hell did this happen?" she demanded.
"If I may," interrupted Karyssa. "Only those demonesses who are the most powerful are blessed with a dick like yours. It is a visual sign of your power. Sapphis has one because she was highly favored in the court of Barakagon. Alyssa has grown one because of your great favor. Don’t worry. Enjoy it. She wants it just as bad as you."
"Okay, then," said Selyssa, clearly still processing this new change, her gaze sliding over to her consort’s swollen belly. "Let’s say I accept that much. How did you get pregnant?" she asked Alyssa. "The last time I saw you, there was no sign of it at all."
Karyssa chuckled. "Did you really think you were sterile? You are our Lord, of course you are highly virile. You must choose if you wish to impregnate us, but you have no choice with her, for she is your life."
"That’s right," said Alyssa smugly, setting her ass on the edge of the broken table. "That gives me the special privilege of being the only one who can fuck you without messing with the dominance dynamics of the court. So let’s get to it." She grabbed her swollen cock, pointing it at her lover.
Selyssa stared at it speculatively. "If I ride yours, who’s going to ride mine?" she asked, sending her consort a devilish look as her own cock pulsed with anticipation.
"Easy enough to solve." Alyssa gestured at Refyssa. "Get over here, you will have the honor of joining us."
Refyssa started, taking a hesitant step forward, but stopped when Selyssa frowned. The demon lord prodded Alyssa’s bulging belly. "With her weight on top of you, won’t that harm the baby?"
Alyssa shrugged. "We are demonesses. I’m not that fragile, and neither is your baby." She gave her penis a tug, a small trickle of white liquid jumping from the tip. "Hurry up, this won’t wait all day."
Selyssa grunted, trotting forward on her hooves, lifting up her penis to reveal her puffy inner lips. "I must admit, it’s been awhile," she confessed. "I seem to be doing a lot of fucking lately, but I haven’t had anything inside me for weeks."
"I haven’t been inside anybody, ever," grinned Alyssa, "so I win this little game."
Selyssa rolled her eyes, but willingly pressed herself in closer to her lover. Alyssa maneuvered the head of her dick into place, her jaw dropping as Selyssa’s vagina immediately sucked it inside. The flames in her eyes danced as her breath whistled.
"Fucking fantastic," she declared, her hips bucking as they pressed together. "It’s no wonder you always want to be fucking. It’s going to be hard to keep it in my pants from now on."
Selyssa tapped her on the nose as she rocked her hips. "I don’t expect you to, but please don’t spread your seed outside the inner circle. I don’t need another national incident to deal with."
Alyssa mewled, shifting her shoulders to emphasize her voluptuous breasts. "I don’t think that’s going to be a problem," she gasped. "All I can think about is you."
Refyssa cleared her throat, uncomfortable that she had suddenly turned into a third wheel, and not at all confident as to her new station. "Excuse me," she said delicately, suppressing her fiery desire to take as her eyes roamed over them. "Can I get in on this action?"
Selyssa grunted, her huge dick slapping against the lower slope of Alyssa’s belly. A streak of cum wetted the enlarged curve of her pregnancy. "Of course!" she exclaimed, staring intently at Alyssa. "That’s what she wants."
"Oh, come off it. You want it too," Alyssa declared, grinning as her dick squelched inside Selyssa’s privates. "Anyway, you’re just making everyone jealous."
It was true. The other demonesses in the room were having a hard time keeping still, their curious multicolored eyes staring ravenously at the fucking pair. "Well, what are you waiting for?" asked Selyssa, raising her hands. "My permission? You have it! Get fucking!"
The demons stopped staring at them, and started staring at each other instead, sizing up potential partners. Nepthys led her pair of Fakriss demon sluts over to the captured human superheroes, and a brief conversation ensued.
Soon, the muscled man had his dick swallowed by the purple goo demon's vagina, her single eye watching him with delight as he pounded her roughly.
The creature had solidified its control, growing into a large sphere on top of her head. Her body continued to change, her breasts and nipples enlarging, small drops of odd colored milk dripping from the tips. Her breath whistled hotly through her mouth hole as the chiseled man lifted her easily off the floor.
The human pet dressed in the rubber dog outfit pressed her elbows against the table, rolling her hips to display her slick vagina to all onlookers. The red slut demon formerly known as Wrysteria took this as an invitation to sink her needy cock inside, pressing the woman's breasts against the table.
Their demoness mistresses laughed, enjoying the show, but many of them were already pairing up as well. Refyssa didn’t know all of them, as her time at court was limited. She had only recently ascended after her former lord had been removed during a power struggle in the aftermath of Barakagon's death.
Her lust for power had been her overwhelming driving force, but now she knew that had blinded her to reality. She wasn't nearly as strong as the first circle demonesses, even though she could feel a new thread of strength wending its way through her core.
How could that be? She was a demon Lord! She should be stronger than any other demoness, save for some other lords and her Master. There must be something different about Selyssa.
Speculating, her eyes jumped to the Sapphis, admiring her black ruffled skirt. She looked up, scanning over her skin tight latex blouse and frilly collar. A maid outfit, for certain, but she doubted the demoness would bow to just anyone. She certainly hadn’t yielded when they had played with each other in the past. This one was dark and dangerous, and very, very dominant.
Their eyes met for a brief moment, an open invitation on the demoness' face. Refyssa looked away first, a frisson of excitement and fear tingling up her spine. Maybe she really was a little submissive at heart. What a way to find that out!
"Refyssa!" called Selyssa. "Stop daydreaming and get on top, or I'm going to paint Alyssa's chest white instead of your womb."
Refyssa refocused on the demonic couple, taking in the sweat streaming from Alyssa's brow. This must be the first time she had exercised her new appendage, as her movements were awkward, amateurish. Not that Refyssa had any room to complain, as she didn't have any experience using a dick, either.
Selyssa looked relaxed, ignoring her own twitching dick as she rotated her hips to ensure Alyssa's pleasure. Refyssa’s eyes locked on the pulsing head. It was gigantic!
Her ever burning libido pulsed in empathy, her loins ready to receive its length. She would be reminded again of this demoness' mastery over her. Her power. Her dominance. It would be glorious.
But not if she kept standing here, thinking about it. She raised one of her legs, looking for a way to mount her butt on top of Alyssa's belly. "Just go for it," said the demon's consort, patting her chest. "There's plenty of padding."
Refyssa hissed, not keen on the idea of hopping on top haphazardly. "Do it," ordered Selyssa, glaring.
Gulping, Refyssa abandoned her planning and made a little hop, her right knee banging against the table as she settled into position facing Selyssa. She yelped, but the pain was short lived, overwhelmed by the sensation of heat emanating from her new Master.
Her legs spread, she felt really awkward straddling Alyssa's dick as the consort continuously rammed it into her lover. This was nothing, however, compared to the sudden prodding at her mons from Selyssa's dick. Selyssa leaned in, whispering for Refyssa's ears only. "You ready?"
Refyssa nodded, her ass cheeks pressing roughly against Alyssa's wobbling belly. The Demon lord's consort chuckled. "She likes to act all gruff, but she's actually pretty gentle. Calm down. Enjoy yourself."
It was easy enough for her to say, but this was the first time she was having a threesome with her new lord. Sure, she had participated in plenty of them while working her way up the ranks, but never for a lord she respected.
That was the crux of the issue. Before, she had always wanted to be in charge, to force the issue, but now she found herself wanting this to succeed. To be an accomplished ally of this demon lord. To have both of them rise to success together.
It was a new feeling, and not one she was overall comfortable with. No wonder she was acting like a giddy demoness straight out of sex school.
Her time for contemplation was over. Selyssa had grabbed her knobbly dick and was aiming it for Refysaa's snatch. That wouldn't do.
Refyssa batted Selyssa's hand away. "Let me," she declared, readying herself for the intensity of their coupling. She wanted to show her Master that she wanted this as much as she did.
Grabbing Selyssa's appendage with authority, she directed the tip at her swollen snatch. Closing her eyes, she savored the first few moments as the gentle friction sent her brain into overdrive. This was what demons were built for.
She burned the image of Selyssa's swaying head into her mind as their hips jiggled together, her Master's cock filling her utterly. The crown of horns, her triangular ears, and dark skin were all typical demonic features. What she hadn't expected to see was a measure of kindness.
That was almost unheard of among demonkind, and not something she had ever expected to see after being dominated. She suddenly knew - this was a Master she would do anything to keep.
Anxiety built up in her chest, threatening to ruin the pleasure blasting from her privates. She hadn't made a good showing of herself so far. All of her worst attributes had been on display - avarice, lust for power, a willingness to push for control. How could she convince this demoness that she was worth keeping around?
A taloned hand clasped her side. "You look pensive," rumbled Selyssa. "What's on your mind?"
Refyssa blinked. Her personal worries were a distraction. She should be enjoying herself. Alyssa certainly was. The demoness' consort was wriggling underneath her, mewling sighs emanating from her lips as she traced patterns over Refyssa's buttocks with her talons.
Perhaps there was another way she could show her worth. She wasn't without her own little tricks to spice up couplings.
She held up her hands a few inches apart, her talons pointed at each other. Tiny sparks of electricity zapped between them at high voltage. Looking through the storm of miniature lightning at Selyssa's widening eyes, she grinned.
"May I?" she groaned as a heavy thrust penetrated her core. "I promise you it will be delightful."
Selyssa nodded, fingering the bony protrusion under her chin as she looked at Refyssa speculatively. Refyssa reached her talons out, tapping them delicately on Selyssa's breasts. "I'll start slow. Let me know if it's too much."
Sparks flew from the tips of her fingers, buzzing as the electricity zapped her Master's sensitive flesh. Selyssa threw her head back and howled. Confused at this reaction, Refyssa ceased, tilting her head.
"Please, don't stop," grunted Selyssa, speeding up the speed of her thrusts. "Give it to me harder, I love the pain. It's fucking exciting."
Ah, she was one of those. A true pain slut. Very well. Refyssa knew how to treat a demoness who loved pain.
Ramping up her electricity, she spread her fingers and pressed them against Selyssa's delicate skin. Flesh jumped under her fingertips, muscles contracting involuntarily from the current.
Selyssa howled, speeding up her fucking. The double penetration she was experiencing combined with the electrical torture must be intense, but Refyssa didn't stop. The other demoness wouldn't forgive her if she let up now.
It suddenly occurred to her that she was in a position where she could keep increasing the voltage until the other demoness was shocked into submission. She had done it before with one of her more disobedient subordinates.
The sex had been amazing, and Talia's brain had been so fuzzy that she had done everything Refyssa had asked of her for a solid week. Could she accomplish something similar here?
She twisted her lips, reluctantly holding back. It would be hypocritical of her to betray her Master so soon after declaring her loyalty. Besides, it would be unfortunate to spoil such a wonderful fucking with a sordid betrayal.
Fine, if that was the way she was going to play it, she would endeavor to make this as pleasurable as possible. Rotating her hands, she modulated the field, letting the tingling flow drop off.
Her Master was breathing hard, face flushed from the overwhelming stimulation of giving and receiving at the same time. In turn, this translated into harder and quicker thrusting into Refyssa's snatch, which was dripping lubrication from how excited she was.
Tongue lolling, Refyssa moved her butt in rhythm, feeling Alyssa's belly rolling along with her. It wouldn't be long now, their cries of pleasure rising in unison. She reached her hands out again, stroking Selyssa’s sides with her buzzing electricity.
As the pleasure spiked, she ran her hands upward, underneath the lower slope of Selyssa’s breasts, timing the highest peak of voltage for when she drew her hands back, causing a large spark of electricity to jump the gap.
Selyssa’s body jerked, and she cried out, her cock bouncing inside Refyssa’s snatch. Refyssa’s eyes rolled, her arms dangling freely as she rode the wave, her pelvic muscles clenching uncontrollably. This was the closest to heaven a demoness like her could ever get.
The sensation of cum exploding inside her took her over the edge and her vision whited out, flashing red, pulsing to match the rhythm of the dick pumping within her. This was better than the previous fucking, a surfeit of heat exploding within her.
As her climax reached fruition, a moment of utter clarity descended upon her. Her awareness expanded, taking in the demonesses around her, who were coupled in a display of utter debauchery.
Sapphis had moved around in front of the red Fakriss, sliding her rubbery dick into the transformed demoness' remodeled mouth. The Fakriss' throat bulged with every thrust, her body bending sinuously as she also was rammed from the rear, the hypnotized human superhero smacking her butt. The demon sex toy was clearly enjoying herself, all thoughts of her former station gone as she descended into being a pure sex object.
The other Fakriss was just as occupied, her single, large eye focused on the humans she was fucking. Two female superheroes were sitting on top of each other, both having their holes pounded by the sex toy’s dick, which had split in two for the occasion. The woman below was still locked into her dog outfit, her back rigid to support the woman on top as they both were fucked. The woman on top was completely out of her mind, her lips quivering as she made little gasps. Her nipples were being tweaked by an ice demoness, breasts tortured by the creature’s cold breath.
The more monstrous demonesses had wound themselves around each other in some sort of obscene embrace. Refyssa didn’t look too closely - she didn’t really want to know what those two considered a good time.
The cacophony of pleasure buoyed her upwards, sending her towards a peak she had never seen before. She reached out, buzzing in her ears as her mind broke down, seeking more pleasure. More.
It came at her in a flood, rushing through her, lifting her up, then setting her down gently. Waves of power pulsing through her, rocketing through her core. She was being pumped up from within. Her Master was injecting power into her, making her more than she used to be!
As this power swelled within, her vision returned, flickering with visual snow that slowly receded. She leaned her head back and grinned, exhaling a long sigh, Selyssa’s dick sitting quiescent within her. What a wonderful fuck!
A sudden dark presence at her side distracted her from the warm feelings of coitus. Plush lips brushed against her ear. "I'm glad you made the right decision," a sonorous voice whispered. "If you hadn't, I would have made sure you regretted your indiscretion."
A sharp point pressed against her side, emphasizing the threat. A sudden sweat sprung out on her forehead, but she said nothing. The dark presence receded. Selyssa hadn’t noticed, still recovering from the intense sex. She was very glad that she hadn't zapped Selyssa too hard. Her Master's first circle was scary.
Sighing in relief, she pushed her butt backwards to give Selyssa’s dick room to slip free. Alyssa made a surprised noise as they both began to slide backwards uncontrollably, accompanied by a creaking groan. Refyssa’s limbs flailed as she tried to find something to grab hold of, finding nothing but air.
Collapsing in a heap, Refyssa ended up with her head cradled beneath Alyssa’s breasts. Confused, she blinked as Alyssa’s chest began to heave.
"I guess my butt was too heavy!" declared Alyssa, giggling. "The table got fucked."
Selyssa chuckled. "I’m definitely going to need a new one. I’m not done with either of you yet."
Refyssa gulped, feeling strangely elated.
***
Selyssa sighed as Karyssa secured a thick necklace around her throat, feeling a bit nostalgic as she recognized the heart shaped amulet that dangled between her breasts. "There’s so much work to do."
Karyssa frowned, rearranging the dangling stones to be symmetrical. "Why do you need to work, Master?" the demoness asked, puzzled. "We are your hands. Command us what to do, and we’ll do it."
Selyssa twisted her lips. "It's not that I don't trust you to obey my commands. It's more an issue of trying to figure out what the right thing to do is."
She set her shoulders as Karyssa finished fiddling with the chain. "One thing I’m still missing. Why don’t you want to invade Earth? Why are you working to save humans?"
The demoness rolled her eyes. "I care nothing for Earth. I was created to be Barakagon’s loyal servant and guard. That is the guiding principle of the first circle's existence. None of us would ever dream of betraying you. What you want, we want."
She pressed a firm hand against Selyssa’s shoulder. "In this world, there are many who would take advantage of you, but those of us in your first circle, you can trust. We’ll always back you, no matter what you decide to do."
Selyssa nodded, suddenly choked up. Despite her new form, she still seemed quite susceptible to the whole gamut of human emotions.
Straightening her back, she glanced over at Alyssa, who was peeking at her with sultry eyes. "You look good," she offered, clasping her hands in front of her, shoulders pushed forward.
For the occasion, both of them had been garbed in a form of formal dress Selyssa had never seen before. Strips of shimmering purple fabric were wrapped around her waist and above her breasts, with more strips hanging down vertically to provide some form of decorum.
It was all rather pointless for that purpose, as the swell of their breasts were easily visible under the loose fabric, their nipples tenting the sheer surface. The short strip in front of their privates had the telltale logo of Barakagon, the lunar mark of the Empire.
In the human world, it would have been considered obscene, but in sexualized Middlehaven, it seemed positively tame. They were kind of annoying, however, as they caught the air when she moved around, sliding back and forth over her nipples, keeping them engorged. On the other hand, it was easy enough to flip the fabric aside and get to fucking, which was probably the entire point.
Unlike her consort, Selyssa wore an elaborate stole, decorated with various depictions of what she had been told were different tribes under her rule. She supposed she would be expected to visit all of them and smooth over any diplomatic problems later, but that was all in the future.
The final touch to her outfit had been a solid gold headdress, which had made her gasp when it had first been revealed to her. Acting as a sort of crown, it had intricate styling which fit closely around her horns. It had attached so perfectly that she was left to wonder much about her predecessor. She had only caught a glimpse of him on a tapestry, and now she was suddenly hungry to know more.
Later. Now, she needed to face this crowd. "You look good too," she replied. "Hot and lustful. Exactly what’s needed."
She held out her hand, waiting patiently. Alyssa took it timidly, staring nervously at the velvet curtain leading out onto the balcony.
"Don’t worry," whispered Selyssa, leading her forward. "Ignore them. Focus on me."
Alyssa nodded regally, her face looking a little plastic. That was okay. She only needed to keep it together for a little while longer. She was going to be quite occupied shortly.
Brushing through the curtain, she led her lover out onto a wide, open, marble balcony. They were in an enormous cavern, the rock face above lit by strings of powerful lights dangling haphazardly. Many demons likely saw this as superfluous, as they all had powerful night vision. It was a show of good faith, however, as it eliminated any hiding spots from which an assassin might stage an attack.
Below, there was a wide plaza, made of obsidian brick, crowded by the different tribes of the empire. Many of them did not play well with each other, so they had been appropriately segregated into wedge shaped zones. Most of them were demonesses, though there were more grotesquely shaped forms hidden in the periphery.
The sea of demons must have been unnerving to Alyssa, for she slowed her steps. Selyssa clenched her hand tighter and pulled her forward. This needed to be done.
At the edge of the balcony was a marble railing, a U-shaped curve carved into its surface in the shape of a semicircle. Next to the stylized deformation, a microphone had been set up on a stand. As she approached, Refyssa gave her a respectful curtsy, a faint smile pasted on her face. Ratheria nodded briefly, arms folded as she grinned slightly.
Selyssa knew better than to think that their loyalty was absolute, but as long as she stayed strong, these demonesses would stay in line. And perhaps as they got to know each other better, the danger would fade. They certainly did enjoy being fucked by Selyssa!
All of them did. She looked around knowingly at the other members of her first circle who were gathered around, waiting patiently for her address. "I am proud of you all," she said quietly. "Together, we will do great things."
A hum of affirmation greeted her as she stepped up to the microphone, gazing out at the sea of demonkind below. Letting go of Alyssa, she raised her hands to encompass the crowd. "Greetings!" she began. "Since the death of your great lord, Barakagon, this world has lacked a leader to take you into the future. To instill the proper purpose needed to harness the raw emotions and impulses of demonkind. That ends now."
Turning to her consort, she tilted her head. Pale, Alyssa moved around in front of her, perching her butt onto the circular outcropping. "The things I do for you," she whispered, moving the strip of fabric aside to reveal her snatch.
For once, she wasn’t wet, though Selyssa blamed that on the crowd - her sexual prowess was not in question. She moved aside the purple fabric that failed to properly hide her enlarged dick, moving in to find Alyssa’s willing hole. Flipping up her consort’s flaccid dick, she pressed herself inside, watching Alyssa’s face as her anxiety faded in favor of pleasure.
When she had first heard about this, she was skeptical. Fucking her consort in front of the crowd seemed flagrantly unnecessary, but this was demonic tradition. She needed to prove to the regular citizens that she was strong, virile, and dominant.
Pressing Alyssa against the rock, she delighted in watching her consort’s face flush as she eased into the familiar sensation of being taken. It never failed to arouse her, watching her consort’s usually controlled expression change into the flushed joy of being used. The harsh lines around her lips faded, her skin taking on a reddish complexion. It made her want to fuck her consort all the more.
Closing her eyes, Alyssa began to gasp in cute, short breaths, her pregnant belly wobbling with each thrust. That made it far more difficult to contain herself. Selyssa was forced to slow down lest she come to completion too early. She needed to pace herself, or this speech would end a disaster.
"You don’t yet know me," she continued, driving her hips forward in a teasing fashion, drastically slowing her rate. "You don’t know my policies. You don’t know my ambitions. Those will come, in time, and hopefully you won’t find them too onerous, or different from your past ruler. You may find some comfort in knowing that I am the true heir of Barakagon, a descendent of his blood. His line will continue!"
The crowd, which had been silent up until this point, began to cheer, calling out a chant. At first, Selyssa had a hard time figuring it out, but soon it became evident. Fuck her hard! Fuck her hard!
Damn, it was getting difficult not to do just that. She continued her slow ministrations, moving her hands beside the swell of Alyssa’s breasts. Touching her lover’s leathery skin, she pressed them in towards her chest, squeezing between the ridgeline of her armored chest and her breasts. Alyssa moaned, her tented nipples clearly visible under the shifting fabric.
"I won’t ask you to support what you don’t know, so here is my plan in broad strokes." Letting go of one of Alyssa’s breasts, she raised a talon in the air. "The existing policy on excess pregnancies must remain."
The crowd stopped chanting, a disappointed boo calling out from somewhere in the rear. "I understand your dissatisfaction, but we must face the facts. Middlehaven cannot contain the rampant population of our kind. I will endeavour to find a solution to this, but it cannot come at the expense of Earth."
The noises of dissatisfaction rose, but she had expected this. "We cannot invade the underlands!" she declared. "We might win, true, but how many of you will die at the hands of their superheroes? How many?"
She looked down at them, glaring. "Keeping our presence hidden from the authorities has already been challenging! If another invasion were to occur, I cannot guarantee that we won’t be exposed."
Her face darkened, her power pulsing out into the cavern. Alyssa shifted beneath her, moaning her discomfort. "If that were to happen, I would personally destroy whoever was responsible."
The demons below shuddered, moving from foot to foot uneasily. Time to lighten the mood. She raised another finger. "To support this imperative, I am issuing a second policy. I am starting a new business, what the earthers would call a corporation. This will act as our gate for relations with the earthworlders."
The demons stopped moving, simply looking confused. "You’re wondering what this might accomplish for us," said Selyssa rhetorically, speeding up her thrusting into Alyssa. Time to build towards the climax.
"The goal is twofold. First, we will work towards amending our reputation with them. As long as they’re worried that we’re planning on replacing them, they’ll never warm up to us. Second, we can open negotiations. Perhaps some of the earthers would be interested in experiencing the particular pleasures we are experts at providing. Some may join us, or we might eventually come to an agreement that might give us some of their land. From there, we can continue our expansion, peacefully."
She grunted, rocking her hooves forwards to press herself more efficiently into her writhing lover. "This will be slower and will take longer, but it has a higher chance of success. In the meantime, I will consider all other options for increasing the health of demonkind as a whole. We will spread. We will fuck. We will become."
Wings held wide, Selyssa grinned at the cheering audience. They understood. They were hers. "I am taking applications immediately for positions in my corporation. We are hiring in all positions. I look forward to meeting you in person."
The crowd cheered again, the cacophony quickly descending into the sounds of an orgy. Something she had said had clearly hit the mark. Having a purpose again was certainly motivational.
It was time to finish this. She loomed over her consort, feeling the fire inside rising. She wanted to give everything to her lover. A safe world to raise their child. She would do anything to keep the demons in line to achieve that goal. Anything.
Leaning in, she kissed Alyssa’s forehead. Her consort looked up with loving eyes, her mouth opening slightly. "So gentle," she chuckled. "Next time, do me hard."
"As you wish," replied Selyssa with a faint smile, increasing her speed.
It felt so good. She didn’t think she’d ever tire of fucking her lover, but her mind was already roiling with plans. There were so many ways she wanted to try binding her while fucking her, to make her scream her pleasure to the heavens.
It was enough to make her want to explode.
"Your plans are amazingly appropriate," murmured Alyssa, closing her eyes as she made cute noises with every thrust. "Hell really is bureaucracy."
"Shut it, you," hissed Selyssa, kissing her on the mouth as she rammed herself home. "You’re in no position to be sassy, my little slut muffin."
She grabbed her lover’s hands, resting her elbows against the balcony. Their nipples rubbed against each other as Selyssa rocked forward roughly. They gasped together as Selyssa’s dick jerked, filling Alyssa with her seed. They bucked, filled with their love for each other.
***
That is the story about how I became the new demon king of Middlehaven, and fucked my way to the top. It was a bit of an accident, but I can’t say I despise the results, since I get to cum in my beautiful bride every day. Hey, at least Earth was saved from the depredations of demonkind.
Now, I’m making the same offer to you. If you join our organization, I can promise top tier benefits, plenty of time off, generous maternity leave (pregnancy restrictions apply), and lots of fucking. It’s true you’ll have to accept one or two minor demonic alterations, but is that really a big deal if you’re working for an Empire that’s protecting earth from being invaded?
All I demand in return is utter loyalty. Get on your knees, slave, and take your master’s cock. You’re getting royally fucked tonight. I know you’ve been yearning for it.
Feeling a little horny?
That’s right, ass in the air, slut, your gaping holes are ready for my dick. Submit to me and find your rightful place beneath me.
