Scott, or Azonath now, knew how long they’d been fucking, he didn’t know how he knew but he was absolutely sure of it. Thirty seven hours of non stop, body bending, mind breaking, soul exploring sex. He stood on the balcony of his room, looking out over the lower levels of the palace. His lover moaning weakly, her tight fit body submitting entirely to his control. His lower arms gripped her waist tightly, his upper arms were split between holding her arms behind her back and pulling on her hair as he dragged her body back and forth on his cock. More using her as some casual masterbation aid than actually fucking. She’d begged him not to stop, not until he couldn’t keep going, which he didn’t know when that would be, he felt like he didn’t have a limit to his sexual stamina.
His six foot monstrously thick cock had stayed rock hard the whole time. Tabrith, for not being a Succub, was a great fuck, energetic, loud, and enthusiastic. He could tell her full focus was on the pleasure that rocked her body, her demon soul flared with life and power as he drove her up and down his length, it was like the looking at the sun. Power moved over her body like waves, long wrapping ribbons of it flew in different directions as she writhed in his hands. He could see this through his new eyes, his demonic form, his true form. He was still getting used to being a demon. He found he could figure things out faster and more thoroughly when he was having sex, or at least receiving some form of sexual pleasure.
His mind raced with a dozen questions and answers all at once, his focus and dedication to pleasuring his lover, never changed, he could tell it seemed like he was completely focused on her even if his mind was in a dozen other places at the same time. He’d been reviewing the information and experiences his mother was pushing into his thrall Eve, he had so much to learn about himself and being a demon and the best way for him receive that knowledge was sex, she was using Eve as a conduit to teach him everything she could and wanted him to know. Azonath had a full hour to himself before his connection to Evelynn flared and knowledge poured into her mind then into his. For the last day and a half he’d been fucking Tabrith and learning from his mother through her fucking Eve. It was a wild connection, she’d thrown in suggestions he learn directly but he refused, he was still from the mortal world and fucking his mother wasn’t appealing, even if she was bimbo bodied perfection.
He suddenly knew how to fly, he could draw magic runes to communicate with others or create some desired effect, he could push himself into Eve’s mind to see, hear, and feel everything she did, he decided to avoid doing that for now, he could add or remove any demonic characteristic he had to his thralls or gift them to mortals of he decided they deserved it. He also learned about the rules, those were important. Long ago god and the devil had their knock down drag out end of everything fight, in their collective fury they killed each other, leaving their underlings, angels and demons, to clean up the mess and maintain mankind. Neither group was truly suited for it and both had gone a bit too far in executing their duties and fought a fierce war over it, he had a lot of questions about the dark ages for his mother later. The solution was angels and demons agreed on a set of rules to basically let mankind do its thing and not interfere and only mingle with the mortal realm when they absolutely had to. Demons, who needed to feed off mortals once in a while wouldn’t take advantage of the arrangement and that would keep the peace between the realms. It was up to the eldest and highest ranked angels and demons to enforce the rules and deal with anyone who tries to break them. His mother Zoxna was one of those Archdemons.
Azonath had to absorb all of this and more while “feeling” Eve’s pleasure through their connection. He wanted to try some of the Succub magic but the sex was so intense he couldn’t focus on that yet. He mentally practiced drawing some of the glamour runes that would change the appearance of any room or domicile he was staying in, his current room could benefit from it. Behind him the suite he’d been given for the foreseeable future was a ruin. Every bit of furniture was broken, shattered by the force of his demonic sexual power, his thrusts decimated the bed and cracked the stone floor beneath, a heavy desk was a cum covered pile of splinters and scrap, there were more than a few craters in the stone wall, the floor was essentially one large pool of of his demonic seed, the thick stuff squishing and splattering as he strode through it. Below that inch deep layer of his ball batter lay a decorative rug, its dark and rich coloring was hidden entirely. The few mirrors were cracked or shattered completely and the silk like drapes that hung all over the room were torn, some intentionally to be used during aggressive lovemaking and some just from their eager moving around mid fuck.
The green demoness cried out as she came hard, her body struggling in his grip to shake and spasm with the power of her cum, Azonath tightened his grip to hold her in place, he chuckled as she struggled to moan words, drool dripping from her mouth, raining down on the levels below over the railingless patio. He used her cumming and quivering body to give himself more pleasure, dragging her forward and back faster. She practically vibrated along his cock making him growl. He could feel Eve cumming hard and fresh information dumped into his head, a fresh lesson on his powers, something he didn’t know he could do, he decided to try it.
With the green skinned Tabrith impaled on his cock, her body shuddering with orgasm while it was being slowly dragged back and forth the veiny beastly dick, Azonath broke her mind.
On instinct he felt the power build on his cock, first only a little, then more, starting at the base of his cock then moving out and up from root to tip. He could almost see it transform from roiling raw kaleidoscopic energy to fit his desire, its changes in coloring and the way it moved. It grew until it filled his full length, from her pussy to deep within her soul where four feet of his cock resided. To his eyes his cock almost glowed, it was sheathed in something he couldn’t fully see but it left after images in his eyes when he moved slightly. The power formed to his thoughts, it obeyed him. It flowed into Tabiths body, leaking from the skin of his impossible cock into her body from her deepest depths. Her eyes shot open, she was breathless and moaning from the pleasure already but she still screamed.
Her limbs flailed, arms and legs fighting on instinct to get away and protect itself, because she was being hurt, but because her body was experiencing so much pleasure it knew it couldn’t take it, it would be overwhelmed. It was. Azonath felt her body thrash against him, her eyes and ears started to bleed, her tits started leaking thick milk, her overstuffed pussy exploded a geyser of her juice all over his lower body, she was fighting with every once of strength she had to escape this orgasm, escape him, but he could read her mind, she wanted more.
He tightened his grip, he felt her body start to shut down, cumming this hard was dangerous for her, he could feel her soul swelling from the pleasure it was actually starting to rip her body apart, though not visible on the surface of her skin he could see the jagged lines where her skin would tear if this went on any longer. He realized he could actually fuck her to death if he wasn’t careful, the idea scared him but that could be a concern for later. His energy flowing into her changed, the pleasure multiplying power lessened, replaced by healing, mending those just beneath the skin wounds before they became visible. Through his tightly squeezing hands he gave her strength, and stamina, mending any and all wounds he could see, the flowing blood and milk slowed until it stopped then turned to dust, the particles floating away on the wind. If he could to that to a demon what would it be like for a mortal?
He watched his power heal Tabrith’s body, Azonath took a deep breath, he almost killed her by experimenting with what he could do, though healing her was also experimenting with something new, he wondered what else he could do. Taking a deep breath he delved into the memories shared with him through his thrall. He had to unwind the sense of arousal and orgasmic pleasure that was tangled in each thought. Eve wasn’t concentrating on what she was passing along to her master, it could be anything, something harmful or dangerous.
Demons of significant power, as well as Brokers, could make physical changes to other willing demons who weren’t their thralls. He gazed down at the green skinned demoness impaled by his six feet of demonic cock. He started slow, just a trickle of power, slowly Tabrith’s larger and rounded breasts began to inflate. The impaled demoness began to breathe harder and faster? Panting as fresh arousal flooded her body, it seemed whenever Azonath pushed his powers on or into someone they had an intense sexual reaction.
Her tits swelled, filling out until they were the size of basket balls and just as firm. Still impaled on his cock, Tabrith came and screamed her pleasure for all to hear. With the muscular demoness writhing on his mega sized dick Azonath grabbed her hips and started pulling her forward and back along his length, once again more like jerking himself off with her body than actually fucking her. Another hour of the green skinned demon howling her orgasms and Azonath finally slowed, his balls emptying into her body and soul one final time. While he did feel satisfied, Azonath also knew he could keep going for not just hours more but days, if he wanted. The lessons from his mother, through his thrall Eve had stopped coming a while ago. If they were still fucking he assumed it wasn’t for his benefit anymore, part of him was annoyed by that. The human part of him could accept that, the demon part was annoyed, Eve belonged to him. If anyone was going to fuck her he should get something in return.
He slowly extricated his still hard cock from Tabrith’s well fucked body. It felt like his dick was buried in every inch of her body, cum pouring from her over stretched pussy, the skin red and purple, bruised from his thrusting hips, the more of his cock he pulled out the more cum came with it.
“Oh gods and devils…” she said once he set her down. Her body was covered in sweat and her lower half had an added layer of mixed cum. She was on her hands and knees on the cold hard stone, a significant pool of his cum around her, his cock still leaking the precious fluid. The ooze sloshed around her as she tried to get up. Scott wanted to help her, Azonath grunted and walked to what was left of a huge chair, only slightly broken in the active rutting. He leaned back in the seat, is full six fool like thigh thick cock was still as hard as a steel girder and standing proud jutting from his groin. The head leaking fat full globs of precum before gravity, or what passed for gravity here, snatched them and sent each splattering all over the floor.
He watched as she followed him into the room. Unable to stand from the exertion, she crawled on her hands and knees, her body dragging some of the once filling fuck fluid across the floor until she met his knees. His lower left arm reached out and he grabbed her, pulling her into his giant refilling nutsack. She immediately started to mouth his tireless cum makers.
“I’ve never been fucked like that.”
“You’ve never fucked me.” He growled the response. It was true, but it came out more arrogant than he wanted. “Does your mistress make you fuck her guests often?”
“Your mother doesn’t own me.” She told him. “I work for her.” That explained how she had horns when the others didn’t. She explained how some lower demons did work for more powerful demons or arch demons, all in exchange for safety, nourishment, lodging, sometimes it was just a cause worth living for. As Tabrith continued to kiss, lick, and mouth his balls she explained she was Gornath’s twin sister. Demons would call any other demon of the same type brother or sister regardless of any actual familial relation, but these two were truly brother and sister. Gornath accepted a place as Zonxa’s underlingg because he wanted power and station he couldn’t get on his own, as a minion of the sex demon queen, he had plenty of each, and occasionally got to fuck Zoxna as part of his job. Tabrith came into the demon queens realm later and had planned on being enthralled to Zoxna, but now that Azonath had come along…
“I will be your thrall.” She said in between sloppy worship. Azonath’s big leg moved to push her from his balls.
“What?”
“If you’ll have me, lord, I would devote myself to you, your service, your life, your pleasure, your desires.” She’d shifted, moved back a few feet to kneel and bow her head until he responded. The room was quiet, silent except for the occasional heavy splat of another fat dollop of precum from his still leaking cockhead. He felt the flow of his power shift, coursing through him like blood through veins, suddenly that power, his power, flowed forward like a breeze that emanated from his body, his senses floated on it, with it, it was part of his senses, he could feel Tabrith open herself to him, her soul, submitting to his power, nearly begging to be his. Within a single beat of his heart he took in everything he knew and could tell about her, she was a Reaper demon, the soldier/assassins of the hells, she was as common as it got for demons , no royal blood to give her unique features, no magic, very little power amongst demonkind, in all respects she was worthless to him…unless he gave her what she wanted, power and magic, he could gift her these things as easily as it was to give her those big new tits.
His mother had thousands of thralls, all he had was Eve.
“Submit.” He growled.
“Yes.” She sighed with relief.
“Obey.”
“Always.”
Like a flash he moved from the ruined chair, his upper left arm grabbing Tabrith by the neck and holding her in the air. His big clawed hand squeezed, her body shook as she came hard, Tabrith screamed in pleasure. Immediately, like before, Azonath knew everything about her. Growing up, seeing what her parents looked like, exactly how many siblings she had, what it was like going on her twenty year long wanderlust. She and her brother walked different roads, he chose to attach himself to more and more powerful demon lords, working his way up to be the queen of lusts right hand without being enthralled. She, on the other hand, refused to bow to anyone and missed out on many of the rewards her brother enjoyed. Eventually asking a favor of him to be brought into his mistress’s court. A hundred years and she was trusted enough to fuck the queens son, but it was also something else. She was a fighter and a killer, she would put up more of a fight than most AND she was of low birth, very little value, she was expendable.
Azonath suddenly understood why Tabrith was chosen as his “entertainment” he could kill her and nothing would happen because she didn’t matter to his mother, even though her brother was the captian of Zoxna’s guards. If she pleased Azonath great, if she didn’t he could still rape her for his pleasure, if he got angry and hurt or killed her it was didn’t matter because she didn’t matter. The realization enraged him. Holding Tabrith in the air with his one hand Azonath strode to the newest wall and pushed her against, in one movement he grabbed her hips and his cock and shoved its full six foot length back into the lowly demoness. His full length, charged with his royal demonic power, penetrated everything she was, it filled her body and soul, as soon as his hips met hers he roared in orgasm, his cum filling her body completely.
His violent orgasm triggered another body spasming cum in Tabrith. Her head flew back hard enough to crack the stone wall, reddish like shown from her eyes and mouth as his power took hold in her. As he came her body filled out, her already enlarged tits grew even more, now to rival Beachballs in size while still so firm that felt nearly solid. Her muscles bulged and twisted into tight steely cords, her tight and athletic stomach became an eight pack of abs that would be the envy of any body builder. Her hips widened to hold a larger, firmer, rounded peach shaped ass, her legs thickened to match but remained firm and unyielding, her feet stayed faint and small, angling slightly as if they were now designed to walk on the fronts and leave the heals suspended in the air, instead of the full of each predatory foot. Her shoulders and arms bulged with strength but the muscle compacted to keep their smaller and more feminine shape.
He came so much her stomach bloated with the volume, her abs distending as her body couldn’t absorb his seed at the rate he was filling her. Still cumming, Azonath pulled three feet of body filling cock then mercilessly slammed it back home, her orgasmic howling became screaming. Her head shook violently as she came hard, her horns shifted, each lengthened and curved upwards to resemble a crown above her head, their tips settling to point. Wings, black as pitch, sprouted from her back, each bat like and leathery, long and wide with a single hooked talons at the second joint along the wing-arm.
Her pussy gushed as an eight foot long thin but muscular tail fell from just above her ass, the smoothed skin appendage ended in a arrow shaped barbed tip, the tail wrapped around his waist for the moment. He felt the collar form around her neck. His grip on her throat tightened as he felt the metal take its place. His head came down and her month met his in a fierce kiss. Their lips locked together as they each rode out their orgasms, his continuing through three of hers. Azonath had to be careful, he could feel she was close to fainting from the exhaustive pleasure. He pulled back allowing her to gasp and howl a final time as he pulled his cock from her body and soul.
Tabrith collapsed to the floor once her body was no longer supported by her master. She landed on her hands and knees, body shaking, covered in sweat, pussy leaking an ocean of his seed, drool pouring from her open mouth. Her eyes locked open in shock as she tried to pull herself together. “I….you…” tried and failed to speak.
-Take your time Tabrith.- His mental voice was quiet thunder, he has to concentrate to keep it low instead of it exploding into her head.
“Master.” She said bowing her forehead to the stone floor. On his bidding she rose to her feet, taking a moment to explore her new wings and get used to walking with a tail, then she move to a cracked mirror that was still in its frame. He could feel her appreciation as she felt herself up, new muscles, bigger ass and tits, the wings, the tail, she flexed a few times and posed a little for herself, Azonath chuckled, she looked good.
“Do you like your new body?” He asked, her answer was an emphatic yes, she leapt into his arms, her lips landing on his, she’d already mastered the power of her new legs and wings to make it across the room like that. Their kiss lasted ages until, at his mental signal, she pulled away and slid down his body to the floor. She stepped back and worked on getting her wings into a comfortable position. Most demons just brought them in like a bird does to its body. Tabrith settled on folding her wings around herself. She tried over the shoulder but her new massive tits projected too much, she settled in the wing arms slipping under her arms to wrap around her at the chest, the talons grabbing hood of the inside of a huge balloon tit and the rest of the wing hanging like a robe. Azonath let her feel his appreciation for her exposed cleavage.
He appraised her, before today she was a commoner, lower class, worth very little. Now she had strength and power, a body that put her on par with most demon lords for what it could do. Through his new connection he, who’s never known what he was or anything related to his home plane of existence, knew a great deal about minor demon lords, from Eve’s memories he’d learned what to expect from mid to high level demons and their tendencies, from Tabrith he now knew what to expect of the the lowest of demonkind, the side streets and the gutters of his newly discovered society. Between the two he felt he had a fair understanding of demon culture.
He sent a mental command to Eve, who was still fucking his mother, he was ready to talk about what’s next. She acknowledged him and passed along instructions to meet his mother in her audience chamber. The grand hall was just like before, long and tall, reddish light against the black stone. Azonath and Tabrith arrived first. Zoxna and Eve came after. Among her accompanying guard came Gornath, one look at his sister, now changed with a cold en collar around her neck to show she was Azonaths personal property, and he roared with rage and charged.
“Gornath no!” Tabrith shouted and met him mid stride, one hand up as she spun around, grabbing his head and directing his face into the stone floor. She knew her brother didn’t have a chance of hurting her master, the move was as much about protecting her beloved master as it was about saving her brothers life. “I chose this.” She snarled, fangs bared, threatening him. Azonath handle moved. He struggled to get up, amazed his sister was actually stronger than he was. “Be calm brother.” She hissed. He sighed and she let him up.
“Well, that was fun.” Zoxna observed. Her voluptuous body hidden behind a sheer red silk dress that hugged her form and was long enough it dragged behind her. She walked up and hugged her son, his form uncomfortably contained in his former black waist robe, his groin making its ridiculous size obvious. She dismissed Gornath who quietly moved behind his mistress. Azonath spared a look at Eve, the Succub’s body was still sweaty, her tail dragged behind her, one wing hung crooked, and her hair was a mess. She bowed to the queen and hurried to her masters side, rubbing her shamelessly naked body against him.
“I see you’ve taken Tabrith, not worth much but still, you can never have enough thralls.” She commented.
“You don’t value her. I do.” He tried to hide the protective snarl that unintentionally grew into his words. Zoxna yielded, she didn’t want a fight about some low and powerless peasant.
“I see you’ve used some of what I’ve taught you, changing her body to suit you, well done.” She had a dozen or so more praises to share before she took a seat on her huge black stone throne.
With his thralls beside him Azonath made his desire known to return to the mortal plane, live his life and enjoy his new abilities.
“You can’t do that my dear.”
“Why? From what I know from Eve and Tabrith, there isn’t a law against it.” He explained.
“Not against, managing it.” She corrected. “Any newly realized demon that comes from the mortal plane has exactly one of their years to put their affairs in order and return to the hells to live. After that you can go up to feed rarely like every other demon. Archdemons like us don’t ever go up, it could create a panic, or worse an imbalance. Our influence must be kept in check or everything up there will become unstable uncontrollable chaos.” She explained. “I’m sorry my love but this is the way it has to be to maintain the balance that keeps all of us alive and I’m one of the ones responsible for maintaining it.” She added. Azonath searched everything his thralls knew and sighed with the knowledge his mother was right. He’d have a year up there then move down here permanently.
“So now what? I just wrap things up and come back, but how do I live here? I know there’s a lot left for me to learn but…”
“Shhh shh shh.” She stopped him and smiled. “You can build your own kingdom and do with it as you will. I’ll even carve out a piece of mine for you, but you’ll have to be responsible for something, you’ll need a role to fill, a job.”
“Ok…what kind of job?”
“We’ll figure something out, but first if you’re going to be a demon lord, you need to establish a base of power…”