Dawn raised about the highest tower in the city.
Astaroth summoned a throne on the roof itself and made himself comfortable, contemplating the beauty of the sunlight washing over these lands, now truly free after being awash with his essence.
While the rest of his close followers and harem still slept or rested from a truly frenetic night of celebration, Desire, always desperate to serve him, had accompanied the demon lord to the roof.
The beautiful succubus had immediately got to work worshipping his testes as soon as he sat down, for the beautiful creature always had more energy to show the world how much she wanted him and wished to serve him.
Astaroth loved how she looked, utterly dedicated to her labour, as the demon lord's massive phallus rested between her horns, a single brilliant eye peeking from below his supernaturally sized member.
As she lathered his burning nethers with her tongue, her gaze stunned him by how much her devotion was palpable. Perhaps the time was coming for him to choose a demon queen, and he could think of no better candidate.
He relaxed, letting Desire focus on her chosen duties, and allowed his mind to quiet down as it explored the area his tendrils now covered.
The general area surrounding their city had been completely pacified, and were dull days and repressed thoughts made every moment grey and miserable, a cacophony of laughter, moans and delighted breaths had taken over.
As he relaxed, letting his soul soak in all the delightful energy flowing into him, they were both startled by the appearance of a beam of pure light descending onto the tower.
The beam focused onto a single point on the ground, marking it, and slowly a majestic figure started to descend as if carried by the light itself.
A celestial creature in the shape of a woman gently landed on the tower, her delicate feet sporting a pair of fluffy wings.
She was a statuesque beauty, with gleaming skin that looked gently kissed by the sun, and striking sky blue eyes that shone with innocence.
Her body appeared to have been almost chiselled away from a marble block into perfection; her long blonde hair framing her gorgeous doll-like face.
Two pair of wings protruded from her back, and her body was only wrapped in the most flimsy of tunics, which only covered her nipples and nethers by what must have been divine power alone.
She advanced towards him slowly, the golden sceptre in her hand aimed at Astaroth's face.
"Vile creature!" she said with an extremely musical and girly voice, "your foul presence will not be tolerated here any longer!"
Astaroth was confused. When he had been summoned to this realm, he had noticed that the gods were paying no heed to it, for all intents abandoned to its fate.
Nothing in the magic of the realm had changed to suggest otherwise; yet here was a seraph, chastising him for his actions.
He stood up, his towering form dwarfing both his beloved succubus and the otherwise tall celestial being in his presence.
"Welcome to my realm, beautiful seraph..." he said with a small reverence, "but I am afraid your words confuse me... this world has been abandoned by the gods."
His words seemed to infuriate their visitor, or as much as she seemed to be able to experience fury.
"I do not care for the gods whims!" she said, stomping her bare foot on the tower's stone almost like a petulant child, "you cannot be allowed to roam this realm unopposed!"
Astaroth had to hold a laugh. Where did this naive seraph come from?
"Tell me seraph, are you here by your own choice? No one sent you?" he asked, a wicked smile growing on his face.
She crossed her arms, making her barely contained breasts press against her scepter.
"I did! No one else would dare come down, despite your tendrils extending everywhere!" she said without reservation.
Oh, you sweet fool, Astaroth thought to himself.
"You do realise, seraph, that by doing this you have no backing, and I am well within my right to do with you as I wish?" he asked her, genuinely curious to know her answer.
"I do! But the divine light inside me is more radiant and holy than anything you could ever do! I am safe in my righteousness."
Desire, who was under her master and happily nuzzling his thighs with her checks, could not help but to giggle loudly.
"Oh Master, she is adorable, we have to keep her..." said the demonic beauty with fire in her words.
Astaroth looked down at his succubus and made a shush gesture with his hand while also giving her a wink.
"Seraph, what is your name?" he asked.
"Anaita!" she said with a tone that sounded odd with her girly voice.
"Very well, Anaita, let's put your light to the test..." he said as he advanced towards her, his hooves so full of power even the brickwork seemed to want to moan.
He stood in front of her, the seraph only reaching as far as his midsection, despite her height.
The shadow of his raging erection loomed over her, and the seraph couldn't help but look at it with slack-jawed fascination.
"This is the source of my power, seraph," he said, as if presenting his phallus.
Desire tried to hold a giggle and a snort, quickly catching on to what her Master was about to do.
"If your light is as powerful as you say, you should have no problem cleansing it!" a mischievous grin slowly appeared on his face.
Anaita seemed to want to babble a complaint for a moment, but she quickly pouted and poked the pulsating cock in front of her with her sceptre.
"Foul and... vile!" she said with a stutter, clearly uncomfortable by the erection, yet, oddly curious, "but if what you say it's true, my light will for sure cleanse it!"
Desire's wings lifted her off the ground, and the playful succubus hovered behind Anaita, giving her a slight push forward.
"Go on then, seraph, prove it!" you could almost taste the enjoyment the succubus was getting off this.
"Wicked creatures!" Anaita said, "the light will take you!"
She raised one of her delicate hands towards Astaroth's phallus, and a blast of pure light seemed to erupt from her palm, washing over the demon's throbbing veins.
The demon lord moaned; her light was indeed powerful, but he had grown so strong since his arrival that right now it basically gave him naught but a tickle.
"Is that all you got, seraph?" he said, mockingly.
Anaita pouted again, and her jaw clenched as she intensified the celestial energy coming off her.
It was an impressive display, Astaroth thought, if she wasn't so naive, and she had caught him right after his arrival in this realm, she might have posed a challenge.
But right now, it was clear she was utterly over her head.
Not only that, but his connection to this real was such that he could almost take the light onto himself...
"It's not working, seraph," Desire said with an ear to ear grin.
"Shut your mouth, demon! I shall not falter!" she said, trying to refocus.
"You know, maybe you are too far away, maybe you should put your hands on it..." said Desire, her tail doing a little cracking whip sound in excitement.
Anaita thought about this for but a moment.
"You are devious, demon, but you might be right, I must be brave and touch this foul thing!" she said, slowly moving her palm over Astaroth's cock.
The demon lord licked his lips in anticipation, her silky hands were even smoother than he expected, and the crackling of her holy light passing onto him felt, well, divine.
Anaita hadn't noticed yet, but Astaroth was not just resisting her light, he was claiming it.
"Not good enough, seraph, you need to grip it! Or are you a coward?" Desire said to Anaita as she hovered behind her and massaged the seraph's shoulders.
The celestial creature pouted again, but heeded Desire's advice, grabbing Astaroth's girth as hard as she could, the veins on the demon lord's cock pulsating with raw demoninc power right under her skin.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" whispered Desire onto Anaita's ear.
"It does not! I could never felt compelled by such filth!" the seraph said, though her blushing cheeks implied otherwise.
"You are focusing too much in one point, silly seraph, his power is all along the shaft..." Desire said almost biting Anaita's ear.
"I know! I was just... testing it!" the seraph said as she started to stroke the demon lord's inhuman phallus, unclear if she was into it or as utterly oblivious as she seemed.
The waves of pulsating power coming from Astaroth flooded the tower, making Desire clench her thighs tightly, for she was so attuned to him, his very presence could make her orgasm.
Anaita started to pant, thin lines of purple energy seeping into her as her divine light was sucked out of her through the demon lord's cock.
Despite this, the seraph was almost hypnotised by her work, moving her hands faster and faster, the smell of her quarry even making her nubile lower lips drip in anticipation.
"You almost got it! Just a bit more!" said Desire, no longer keeping the façade, and gently groping the seraphs voluptuous breasts.
Anaita focused everything she had on her labour, a halo of pure light crackling into existence above her head, and temporarily blinding Desire, who despite this did not release her grip on the seraph's breasts.
Astaroth's throbbing was unhinged, and a demon lord grinned as he let go.
A torrent of cum loaded with his essence exploded from his tip, splashing Anaitas face and chest almost like a hose.
