Warning: I was in a particularly sadistic mood when I wrote this story, so it's more aggressive and violent than previous entries in the series. Nothing on the level of guro or somesuch, but still worth a mention. If you feel that might not be for you, no problem in giving this one a skip.
Astaroth's army of followers has been stopped en-route to the capital by a powerful sorceress and her guardian knights, causing wounds and casualties on the demon lord's army. Furious at the pain this spellcaster has caused on those that serve him, Astaroth decided to pay back in kind, breaking the sorceress till pain becomes orgasmic bliss to her.
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Astaroth flew over the road, surveying his army of followers as they regrouped after their march had been stopped further ahead in their path. Scores of demons helped each other with still fresh and painful wounds, while others were sadly carried away in stretchers to be seen by healers or worse, the funerary tent.
When he had ordered his followers to continue expanding his reign and essence across the land, he knew something like this would happen, it had been when they captured their capital, even though they had heavily stacked the deck in their favour. Had they not taken the offensive, the rest of the realm, in its ignorance, would have descended on them to destroy what they had built, such as had happened in other planes through his long existence.
But no matter how aware he was of it, each and every wound and especially every corpse hanged heavily in his conscience, those that would no longer be able to enjoy life to its fullest like he had wished to give them devastated him the most.
Their essence would return to him, and in turn he would do his best to share it with others, so perhaps the lost would be able to enjoy some of what he had promised him through the eyes and body of another.
He spotted his general, Aurora, below, she seemed to be attending to some of her troops.
The demon lord glided down towards them, landing with a heavy stomp on the rock bricks that composed the road.
All the demons present quickly dropped to one knee in his presence, but he was quick to order them to stand with a hand gesture.
Aurora's deep purple eyes almost glowed with delight at the sight of her Master, and despite his gesture she saluted him with her right fist over her heart as soon as she stood.
"At ease, Aurora, tell me what happened..." he said as she summoned his power with both his hands, clouds of his power descending upon those that were wounded and healing them while putting them in a pleasant orgasmic haze.
The demoness relaxed and turned to the side, pointing north with her armored gauntlet.
"As you commanded, we have been advancing north via the road and liberating all those that we came across..." She said in the formal and knightly tone that even after her transformation she struggled to ever shake, "it was all going according to plan until we met an unexpected force blocking our advance."
"Unexpected force?" asked Astaroth while a small mob of followers coalesced around him, most of them in awe of their leader and wishing to touch him as if hoping this would bless them further than he had already done by liberating them.
Astaroth paid them no mind, the palpable desire floating about them was delicious and he genuinely wished he could have private time with each of them. Alas, even in his now awakened and well nurtured power that was beyond him.
"Indeed, my lord," Aurora said, also trying to stay focused with the matter at hand, "a small elite group of soldiers from the capital, led by a powerful sorceress."
The demon lord looked forward where Aurora was pointing and focused his supernatural senses there. A beacon of magical power was noticeable, whomever was the source was indeed a force to be reckoned with.
"While we could have taken her support, I'm sorry to say her spells were too much for us," Aurora bowed her head at him in apology.
Astaroth lifted her head and caressed her lips, prompting the demoness to smile and open her mouth for him, forever unable to resist even the smallest of his touches.
"Do not apologise, my dear," Astaroth said as Aurora suckled his thumb while looking at him with sublime adoration, "I know what you and your army is capable of; if you couldn't make it past them, nobody could."
Aurora held his hand tenderly and spoke as he removed his thumb from her mouth.
"Regardless my lord, command me and I will crash against them like a furious sea again and again, until they break, or we do..." she said with fire in her words.
Astaroth shook his head at her and focused once more on the road.
"No..." he said firmly, "I will take care of this."
Aurora tightly gripped his hand.
"Master... are you sure?" she asked with concern, "I do not doubt your power, but I could never live with myself if anything happened to you."
Astaroth held her firmly from the back of her neck and forced her onto the tips of her hooves effortlessly, landing a savagely passionate kiss on his general, one she was beyond happy to respond in kind.
After savouring each other for a satisfying few moments, he let Aurora go gently, leaving the demoness almost drooling with passion from both her sets of lips.
"You will follow me closely for backup, but I cannot stand when my followers are hurt," he said, looking at the demons healing under his power and missing those that didn't make it as if they were holes in his very soul.
"I will summon Belladonna and Violet here in case we need their support," he said, sending a magical missive to his two followers, "their scouting duties can wait."
Aurora nodded as she tried to compose herself after her Master had basically set her ablaze with his kiss.
"We will be right behind you, my lord," she said, saluting once again, "and please use us to support you as you see fit, for we will gladly even be flesh-shields if need be."
The demon lord had no doubt that Aurora meant every word but hoped it wouldn't come to that.
"Follow me close, but do not engage unless it's the last resort, understand?" Astaroth ordered her.
Aurora saluted him again.
"Yes, my lord!", she said with fire in her eyes.
With orders given and preparations done, Astaroth took to the skies again with his leathery wings. He didn't really need them for flight anymore, for his magic was powerful enough, but he liked their appearance, and his followers seemed to very much feel the same.
He didn't have to fly long to receive a welcoming salvo from those blocking the way of his followers, as a powerful magical blast came hurling towards him.
Astaroth redirected the shot with a backhanded slap, but not without some effort. A lesser demon would have been shot down from the sky by such a spell.
The demon lord finally had eyes on those in his way.
Just ahead the road narrowed to pass through a small pass in a rocky outcrop, and it was here that a small group of soldiers dressed in battered yet radiant armour were forming a shield wall to stop anyone from getting through.
Behind them was the source of all their troubles, a woman, dressed in silken robes that covered her neck to ankle, was charging arcane energies above her, ready to unleash another attack on Astaroth.
Just as she unleashed another shot, Astaroth took a dive towards the ground, avoiding the attack and speeding in a collision course against their front line.
He landed like a cannonball just before their shields; the slam of his hooves accompanied by a blast of his power so immense that most of the knights were smashed away like simple bowling pins.
The demon lord arose from the dust and purple flame cloud that had emerged in his landing spot.
He was no longer wearing his traditional shape, instead coalescing his power into a colossal body that dwarfed all those present.
Astaroth was now at least as big as three men, his muscles bulging and rippling with power while his goatlike hooves left burning marks of power where he stood.
His head and face were feral and savage, like that of a huge demonic lion, though he still had his burning goat-like eyes and ram horns.
A massive pair of wings threw shade across him, their leathery appearance reminding those that could see if of a dragon.
Before the sorceress could cast a new spell, the demon lord slammed his hands together, stunning all those around him with a blast of sound that emerged from his clap, and which he quickly followed with a barrage of sharp purple crystals that shot from the tips of his fingers and covered everything in a 180-degree arch in front of him as his palms parted and he brought his arms to the sides.
The sorceress reacted as quickly as she could, raising a force barrier ahead of her that stopped the crystals mere inches away from her skin.
Her companions were not so lucky, for the projectiles had pierced their armour and shields as if it was nothing but butter, and they had lodged themselves deeply into their flesh.
It wasn't long before all those hit by the sharps of pure demonic essence were writhing on the ground, letting out loud lewd moans together with struggling grunts.
"What have you done to them, you monster?!" screamed the sorceress to the demon lord, her blue eyes like pure flames of rage.
"The same thing I do to all those in bondage by their flesh and their minds... I'm liberating them..." Astaroth said locking gazes with her.
Arcane energies once more started coalescing around the sorceress' fingers, but they were not directed at Astaroth but her companions.
Before she could finish weaving her spell, a huge whip of vibrant purple emerged from the demon lord's hand, and the magical lash, thicker than sailing rope, smashed the ground next to the sorceress, disturbing her casting and forcing her attention onto him.
"Eyes on me, spellcaster," he said, the whip disappearing on his palm as he squared off against her, "you will not take their freedom away from them."
