Notes:
This is part of a small series! You can find the previous chapter here on my profile clicking on my name.
While I try to keep revising my work to avoid annoying typos, I tend to miss many. If you spot any, please let me know down in the comments.
Enjoy!
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Astaroth stepped out into the cavernous chamber. His cloven hooves dominated the cobbles; making the ruins almost moan as he walked.
Natural light bathed this room, the sun's rays spilling into the old cavern like streams of gold.
Time had been even more unkind with this room, if it had ever been a temple, not a single trace of it remained visible.
It was an ample room, with space for at least 20 to move comfortably around it.
Astaroth imagined it as some kind of antechamber filled with supplicants wishing to pay their respects to some holy, or unholy, idol inside. Perhaps it may yet serve a similar purpose.
Desire still rode on the Demon Lord's arms, her sinuous legs dangling sensually from his massive frame, her eyes still looking at him, enthralled by her new Master.
The Demon Lord stopped at the centre of the room, contemplating this grand and calm space. He liked it. The cold stone was firm and solid, and the light gave the space an ethereal atmosphere. He enjoyed the dichotomy.
His peaceful contemplation was broken by the cautious footsteps of a group of individuals stepping into the chamber through a large maw in front of them.
Astaroth glanced at them, his reptilian eyes already observing their auras, feelings and desires, for mortals found it hard to keep those contained in their hearts.
The group consisted of four people, with their auras exposing them as three males and a female. They advanced into the chamber with their weapons drawn. A ragtag bunch of adventurers, Astaroth thought, brave, but way over their heads.
With the clanging of metallic boots, the woman of the group took point, and the demon lord quickly realized she was the leader. Her aura was a kaleidoscope of conflicting emotions and desires, her heart an absolute whirlwind clamouring for release.
She held her sword aloft, her deep green eyes fixated on Astaroth, who regarded her with curiosity.
As he did, Desire gently got down from his arms, her small hooves making a sensual clicking sound on the stone floor. The deviless looked at the woman in front of them with mischievous eyes, her tail lashing behind her like a playful cat.
The woman, some kind of paladin, Astaroth thought, was clad head to toe in armour. It was nothing more than steel, but the craftsmanship was good, and it made her otherwise small frame rather imposing. Her hair was blonde and cut short in a bob, probably not to be bothersome in a tight helm, though she wasn't wearing one right now, for some reason.
Astaroth got the distinct impression that Desire knew her. And she was rather amused by her presence here.
"We will not allow you out of this cave, monsters," said the paladin in a firm tone, though Astaroth could feel the nervousness behind it.
The demon lord crossed his arms, thinking what to do with this rather small obstacle in his way.
Before he could do so, though, Desire spoke to the paladin, a wide cheeky smile painted on her face as she did so.
"You cannot stop us, and you know it," Desire had to suppress a giggle after saying that. "That's why you were desperate to catch up with me, why you probably didn't even call for help."
The paladin somehow recognized Desire's voice, her new appearance having thrown her off initially,
"You are..." she started saying, before being interrupted by Desire.
"Yes, I am!" the deviless said, her eyes lighting up with power. "Or rather, I was. Lord Astaroth has rewarded me with this new body, and as you can see he is awake and free, you know well facing him here is your doom."
Desire giggled and looked at the group of men besides the paladin, biting her lip.
Astaroth could feel in their auras how attracted they were to her, despite their better judgement telling them otherwise. The power that Astaroth had bestowed upon Desire was obviously working.
"Tell me, Desire, who are these?" Astaroth asked, interested in hearing what his lieutenant had to say, while paying no attention to the paladin threatening him with her sword.
"This bitch and her groupies have been chasing me for months, trying to stop me awakening you," Desire paused for effect, looking straight into the paladin's green eyes. "And this one in particular has been making my life hell for years... we grew up together, and she never let me forget how beneath her I was." There was a sea of resentment bubbling up in Desire's otherwise sensual voice. She wasn't lying, Astaroth could pretty much taste the bitterness emanating from the deviless.
And yet, he didn't feel the same from the woman holding her sword against them. If anything, she felt... sad for Desire.
"Oh," Astaroth said to himself, a wicked smile curling on his lips. Now he understood.
"Desire, why don't you entertain these three," he said, pointing at the paladin's troupe, still brandishing their weapons but hesitating to attack. "I will have a word with this fierce she-wolf." Astaroth's eyes lighted up as he said so, and he could feel how a jolt of fear and excitement moved up the paladin's spine.
Without a word, Desire moved away from the paladin and sensually started walking towards the three men, her wings spread as her slender hands caressed her black mane of hair.
The paladin moved to intercept her, but Astaroth blocked her way, his fluid movement catching her completely off guard.
She swung her sword against him, and he just lifted an arm to block it, the edge of the blade embedding into his thick skin and fur.
With a panic, the paladin realized how her attack had just made a small surface level cut, the demon lord not even acknowledging it as a real threat.
Astaroth once again moved with a speed and fluidity that seemed totally unnatural for a being as gargantuan as he was, and with one swift motion he grabbed the paladin's arm, lifting her off the ground enough that both their eyes were level. Her sword made a loud sound as it fell from her hand; her grip on it gone as the demon lord squeezed her forearm.
She grunted and kicked him with her plated boots, but to no avail, her attacks bouncing off his chest without provoking a single reaction in her captor.
Astaroth moved to the closest wall and grabbed his prisoner by the neck, forcing her body against the wall with a metallic clang from her plate mail. She grunted in pain and fear, her green eyes cursing him without uttering a word.
The demon lord smiled and dug his claws into her plate armour, digging into it as it was butter, and with a single pull ripped her whole chest piece off, tearing away the mail below it and even the thin white shirt she was wearing underneath.
Her skin was soft and pale, covered in droplets of sweat because of the heat of the armour and her current struggle. Astaroth noticed that her chest piece had been hiding a pair of supple and round breasts beneath it, which heaved up and down with her troubled breath.
The paladin noticed his look and intensified her struggle, kicking him so hard her feet were to surely crack under her sturdy metal boots.
Astaroth paid no heed to this and continued ripping off her armour, with a content smile on his face that would have reminded an onlooker of someone unwrapping a present.
Despite her struggle, the paladin was now mostly naked before him, her armour stripped but for her gauntlets and boots. She had a beautiful athletic body, with wiry muscles and firm abs; one that she had surely spent her short life training for her duty, one that Astaroth felt was too good to waste.
But despite her delicious body Astaroth was more attracted to her soul and the desires and wants hiding in it, because it was such a delicious morsel his tongue moved on its own, sensually licking his lips in expectation.
She was one horny creature, of confused sexual desires and suppressed wantonness. Her hate for Desire came from this part of her... for she had wanted the deviless in her mortal form for years, and her fall from grace had damaged her already confused psyche.
But this didn't matter any more, for he was about to fix it.
While focusing on her, he concentrated his essence on his chest, trying to give it form. Slowly, it started to crystallize, and a sharp, thick, purple shard started protruding from between his wide pectoral muscles.
With his free hand, Astaroth gripped the shard and pulled it from his flesh as if removing a dagger from a wound, a dirty moan coming out from his lips.
The paladin, seeing him brandishing the sharp shard, lost it and finally started grunting in fear rather than just defiance, her struggling no longer having any kind of strategy besides panicked flailing.
The demon lord ignored her futile escape attempts and with one brutal movement, plunged the shard into the woman's pubic mound, a loud fleshy crunch reverberating across the cave as he did.
The woman gurgled and whined in pain, her voice gone, as if all the air had been sucked from her lungs.
Slowly, lines of purple light started shining from the crystal now embedded in her flesh, following her veins and nerves as they extended through her body.
Her moans of pain and anguish slowly started mixing with lewd sounds of arousal, despite her effort to contain it.
Astaroth released her from his grip, and she fell to the ground with a dry thud, her body bent over as the crystal literally worked its magic.
