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This is a direct sequel to a previous story;
you can find it here
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It had been a few busy weeks for Astaroth and his followers. After the Demon Lord had chosen the city that was to be their target, he had sent his agents to lay the groundwork for the take-over.
Desire had been particularly decisive in getting some inside help by liberating a few key people ahead of time, and Astaroth could not wait to reward her for her diligence.
However, as his plan progressed further, Astaroth had a couple of days when they needed to be quiet and wait a bit, so he decided it was the perfect moment to entertain himself.
Forcefully making others take his essence and embrace their true selves could be tiring after a while, and sometimes he just felt the need to find someone who craved him and his gift, whether aware of it or not.
And thus, in these last few days of quiet before another busy episode, he had set out on his own to find some mortals that needed him and were calling out for him.
His hooves had taken him to the outskirts of the target city, to a small cottage by the road, far enough from the bustle of the urban centre.
Astaroth had assumed the form of a strikingly handsome young man, with a well-built physique, gently bronzed skin, deep hazel eyes and a curly mane of black hair.
He was dressed in common travel clothes, and had the look of a passing merchant or messenger.
The little cottage was unassuming enough, but he could feel a small whirlwind of confused desire inside it, one that attracted him like a bee to honey.
As he approached, he spotted a woman working outside, picking some apples from a tree in the garden.
The woman turned around slowly as she noticed his steps along the cobbled road, and smiled warmly when her gaze met his.
She had a cute face, with big green eyes and full lips.
Astaroth smiled back and moved closer to the cottage's fence, but without slowing down his pace, as if just acknowledging her as he continued on his way.
But just as he was about to pass her by, she leaned on the fence and greeted him.
"On your way to the city?" she asked with a coquettish face.
Astaroth smiled, just as he had suspected.
"I am, indeed, hoping I can make it before sundown," he said, stopping right in front of her.
He could feel a small fire lighting up inside the curious woman, she was lonely, and she liked what she saw.
"Oh it's just over that hill, you'll be there in no time alright," she said while resting her face on one of her hands.
The woman was wearing what seemed to be a long blue dress, but one that had been used for yard work for a long time. It was faded in colour, and several patches were visible here and there.
However, it hugged her figure well, and now that she was leaning, he could see that she had a cute and prominent cleavage.
It was painfully obvious she was aware of what she was showing, as smiled to herself when she noticed his gaze had quickly explored her body.
She tilted her head with a smile, a cascade of black curls falling over her shoulder, barely contained by her bandana.
"You like what you see, traveller?" she asked, her words dripping with a mix of sarcasm and lewdness.
Astaroth smiled, she was already so close to her freedom.
"I would be lying if I said I didn't," Astaroth replied, returning her smile, "but I do not want to be rude."
The woman straightened her back and crossed her arms, giving him a long look.
"You're lucky you're handsome," she said with a playful tone, "what's your name?"
"Ash," Astaroth said, "yours?"
"Diana," she said while playing with her hair, "nice to meet you, Ash."
"Likewise," he said as he gripped his staff.
The temptation to just grab her and take her, flooding her with his essence there and then was great, she was utterly delicious for the Demon Lord. But he held his hand, he wanted to wait a bit longer, and savour her aura.
Besides, he could feel something or someone else nearby.
"What brings you to these parts?" Diana asked with genuine curiosity, "I don't remember seeing you around before."
She grabbed an apple from the nearby tree and moved back to the fence, sensually biting it as she waited for his answer.
"I'm looking for someone, actually, I think they might be around here," he said.
"Oh!" Diana said, "friend or family?"
Astaroth's eyes fixated on the woman for a second, and he could feel how his fire was getting under her skin.
She bit her lip excitedly, trying to hide her sudden arousal.
"I guess the closest thing would be family," he said, moving closer to the fence and to her.
Diana gave him a whimsical look.
"So mysterious!" sarcasm was dripping from her words, but it was all a ruse to hide her interest.
Astaroth wondered if her silly attempts to hide her interest in him were genuine or just her way of being seductive, but ultimately it didn't matter, he was now focused on fanning her fire.
"My apologies for not revealing more," he said, as he leaned on the fence so close to her, he could almost touch her skin, "but I don't know you that well... yet."
Diana chuckled to herself as she finished the apple and chucked the core over the fence.
"Well, aren't we brazen!" she said with fake outrage.
Astaroth smiled back at her, standing straight again.
"I guess it would be rude to at least not invite you in for a tea," she said as she flipped the lock on the tiny gate to the fence.
"Would you like to come in?" she said, with a dirty smile that told him more than any words could.
Astaroth walked into the garden with firm steps, and stood close to Diana, giving her his best smile.
"It would be a pleasure, Diana", he said with a small bow of his head.
The lovely woman smiled and walked him to the door of the cottage. It opened with just a pull of the handle, Diana obviously hadn't bothered to lock it while she was outside.
She ushered Astaroth in, who carefully stepped into the house and took a look around.
It was a lovely and cosy place, clearly old and lived in, but kept pristine by a dedicated pair of hands.
This room appeared to be a living room, with a small dining table in the middle, and walls lovingly covered with flowers, painted clay vases and colourful knitted patterns.
The kitchen appeared to be behind a door at the back, which remained slightly ajar and activity could be heard behind it.
As he looked around the room, Diana approached him from behind and helped him off his cloak, hanging it on a small coat rack by the entrance.
She smiled once again and pulled a chair away from the table, offering it to him.
"Take a seat," she said in a chipper tone, "get comfortable while I go fetch some tea."
Astaroth was happy to oblige, sitting down where he had been offered and laying his staff against the wall.
Diana turned and headed down to the kitchen, but before she could come in, another woman came out of it.
She was strikingly similar to Diana, with matching curly black hair and facial features. Unlike Diana, she wore her hair under a colourful scarf, perhaps to keep it away while cooking, but he could see she cut it way shorter.
The second woman was startled by Astaroth's presence in the room, and after a moment of surprise she smiled at him while dragging Diana into the kitchen, away from the Demon Lord's eyes.
"Another one?!" the other woman asked Diana y hushed tones, unaware Astaroth's supernatural hearing allowed him to catch every word.
"Have you seen how cute he is, sis?" said Diana, the hunger in her voice palpable. "Besides, you never complain by the end."
There was a moment of awkward silence in the house.
"Regardless, it's dangerous!" Diana's sister said, with genuine concern.
"Come on Camila, you know I have a good eye for these things, he is a cutie and gives me a good vibe," Diana said, with salacious whispers.
You'll know how right you are soon, Astaroth though.
"Mom would be appalled," said Camila.
Diana scoffed at these words.
"Mum is no longer here to get offended," she firmly said. "And you know as well as I that mum had fun too when she was younger."
"...And when she was much older," Camila was forced to admit. "Just be careful, OK, one of these days you're going to invite a killer into the house."
Diana chuckled at her sister's words.
"It would probably turn you on if I did," Astaroth could feel how Diana's words made her sister blush.
"I'll make some tea," Camila said, "you go out there and keep an eye on him."
