Notes:
This is a direct sequel to a previous story; you can find it here:
https://literotica.com/s/astaroth-awakens-ch-05
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Enjoy!
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Moans of joy dimly echoed through the walls of the old convent. Astaroth's followers had been working hard to transform it into a proper base to conduct his campaign of liberation.
The spartan walls and halls had been either knocked down or decorated, transforming the place from one of stoic misery to one of joy and revelry
And while the entrenched leaders of this land had yet to mount a response to his presence, Astaroth was sure it would eventually come, so fortifications, training rooms and workshops had been built where possible.
A small village was also growing outside, populated by both his current followers and a swelling number of willing converts, who had been attracted to the safety (and delights) that the demon lord's stronghold provided.
Astaroth had just been overviewing the growing town, making sure they had started building the infrastructure they were sure to need, and also letting anyone willing to partake of his essence, liberating them both in body and soul.
As fun as it was sometimes to break through the barriers of a recalcitrant soul to give them what they needed, he much preferred when others came to him willingly.
Astaroth walked into what used to be the old chapel, now something more akin to an audience room.
A beautiful handcrafted throne had been made for him by his followers. It was made of a reddish-dark wood, with soft cushions fashioned of a crimson fabric padding the solid piece of furniture.
Dorothea had insisted the altar remain, so it may be used to present gifts and offerings for her beloved master. The slab of marble had been decorated with beautiful engravings of lascivious scenes and beautiful succubi that Desire had deduced would please him.
The rest of the room had piles of comfortable fabric and cushions for both visitors and the revellers he enjoyed having around.
Currently, Dorothea was dedicating an orgy to him, as the lascivious canoness did her best to regain lost time and enjoying all the carnal pleasures she had denied herself for so long.
Desire was currently on his throne, keeping it warm for him while she passionately kissed with an off-duty Belladonna, their bodies intertwined in a delightful knot of shivering flesh.
Astaroth loved seeing them like this and did not pull them apart as he lifted them both into his arms and sat down on his space, placing his two lovely followers on his lap to continue their kiss and cuddle uninterrupted.
He relaxed while petting them, letting his soul soak up all the delicious power flowing to him from the lascivious joy all around him.
As he savoured the moment, Viscera walked into the room, her clawed paws making small clicking noises as she moved close to him like the graceful predator she was.
Her golden eyes locked with his as she leaned on his throne, moving close to his ear.
"Master, there's a petitioner outside that demands to see you," she said, her tail wagging as her mouth curled into a toothy grin that reeked mischievousness.
Astaroth smiled back at her and leaned closer to his hellhound. He got petitioners often these days, and he was usually happy to see them, so Viscera bringing it up like this meant she probably found this particular person amusing.
The demon lord nodded as he petted her messy blonde hair.
"Bring them in," he replied to her as his eyes glowed with interest.
Viscera almost dropped to all fours in her excitement to go fetch this petitioner, and Astaroth chuckled as he pressed Desire and Belladonna against his chest, the two lustful fiends intertwined in another long kiss as they rubbed their nethers against each other's thighs.
It didn't take long for Viscera to return to the room, bringing along the aforementioned petitioner.
She was a tall human, a bit on the curvy side, wearing what was obviously an expensive long red dress with garish jewellery as accessories. Her chestnut hair was in a bun and there was a noticeable pomp to her.
The visitor made her way to the centre of the room, trying to keep her cool in spite of the debauchery on display by Astaroth's followers.
The demon lord noticed she seemed bothered by it, not because she disliked the acts, but rather the people doing them.
Trying to put on her most courteous smile, the woman did a curtsy, before introducing herself.
"My lord, I am lady Matilda Voclain, and I come here to present my respects and claim my reward for my services," she said without an iota of humour.
Astaroth was dumbfounded, who was this woman, and why was she claiming a reward? Viscera had been right to bring her to him directly, this would prove to be fun.
"Well met, Lady Voclain," Astaroth said in his most decorous tone, but still with a lascivious undercurrent that unsettled the visitor. "I must admit, I do not know who you are, or of what reward you speak of".
The visitor's lips curled, obviously offended that he didn't know who she was, but despite this she maintained her decorum.
"I've led a hellfire club in the capital for over a decade, my lord!" she said, obviously proud of her achievement. "Many of the land's most influential nobles are part of it, all in preparation of your return!"
Astaroth looked at Desire, who had placed her passionate kissing with Belladonna on hold, as they both looked at the newcomer in disbelief.
The gorgeous succubus looked back at Astaroth and shrugged, obviously unaware of whom this person was.
The demon lord looked back at Matilda, an evil grin forming in his goat-like face.
"Tell me, lady Voclain, what was the name of the demon lord you worshipped?" he asked her.
The woman adverted her sight for a moment, the question obviously making her uncomfortable.
"We didn't know your name back then, my lord," she said trying to sound coy, "but all our rituals, sacrifices and... revelling were offered to you, and this is why you returned!"
Astaroth smiled.
"You did well in bringing me this one," he said to Viscera, who wagged her tail happily in response.
"And what is it that you feel are owed for your services, my lady?" Astaroth asked the woman directly.
The noblewoman smiled to herself as she held her arms behind her back.
"Well, obviously I wish to be reborn as a powerful and gorgeous succubus, and take my place as a leader in your realm, as it's fitting for my station," she said without a single drop of humility or self awareness.
A small line of steam flowed out of Astaroth's nostrils, excited fire in his eyes. This was going to be very fun.
He carefully stood up, placing Desire and Belladonna again on his throne, the two beautiful devils getting comfortable to watch the impending show.
With heavy and loud steps, he moved closer to the altar, as his hand caressed his nethers, making his cock raise in a rather imperious erection.
The demon lord focused on it, and made it engorge till it was a huge building mass of hot, pulsating meat as big as a person's forearm, veins of purple power flowing through it.
Matilda looked at it in a dumbfounded stupor, until suddenly, Viscera roughly grabbed her and started ripping her clothes off with complete disregard for her whimpers of complaint.
Once totally naked but for some of her jewellery, stockings and shoes, she shoved the curvy woman towards Astaroth, Matilda almost slamming her face against the demon's burning member.
She shivered in a mix of fear and excitement in front of it, like a paralysed deer that has been cornered by a predator.
"What are you waiting for, my lady?" Astaroth said, the lascivious tone of his words enough to set on fire the loins of anyone with but a grain of sexual desire, "take your price."
The woman moved her hands towards the monstrous phallus, slowly caressing it with fear till she realized how enticing its warmth was.
Her eyes were fixated on his glans, and with a vacant look, she started kissing it.
Small moans of delight slowly followed, as her tongue started to lavishly lubricate Astaroth's member.
He placed his big hand on her head, firmly grabbing it as he pushed his cock against her lips. The woman barely offered any resistance as he shoved his burning flesh down her mouth and throat.
She squirmed and sobbed as her throat closed around him, but Astaroth didn't let her pull back until she was about to faint from lack of breath.
