While Astaroth is away, Desire and Viscera decide to have a day away from the city on their own to enjoy each other's company. However, during the walk to their cottage, they get attacked by a relentless demon huntress and her enormous warhorse mount. Desire, thinking fast, corrupts not the huntress... but her mount, and the newly born demon stallion is hungry for who he considers his mate and wife.
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A comforting quiet covered the forests in the outskirts of the Demon Lord's capital.
After Lord Astaroth had liberated the city from its stiff mortal rulers and rules, the city had descended into an impossibly long bacchanal of confessions and earthly delight amongst those who had been embraced by his essence and assumed new demonic forms with which to enjoy their desires.
But after a couple of months things had slowly calmed and a modicum of stability had returned, with many returning to their old jobs or taking up new ones so the city may keep running.
This is not to say, things were as before Astaroth had arrived, passions were flourishing everywhere, with families breaking and reforming so they better fitted those that had been embraced, relationships becoming fluid as everyone felt compelled to look for joy amongst others.
Desire, Lord Astaroth's first and favorite succubus in this realm, had been raised and empowered thanks to some "acquired" seraph essence to the position of Queen, her Master tasking her with the care of their realm while he was away spreading his love to the mortals that surrounded them, for even though he would have preferred for others to come to him, he was keenly aware to most wouldn't do it without a push and, even worse, would try to destroy them in their ignorance.
The now elevated succubus queen, was still coming to grips with her new overflowing power, no longer to work as a conduit for her Master when serving him, but able to use her own essence to embrace others into their cause.
She had done so with some supplicants that had willingly come to join them, but it was still a skill to master for her.
Tougher still had been sorting out the needs of the city, for orgies and revelries produced no food or goods that they needed, for while Lord Astaroth's essence kept them healthy and energised while he was closed, until such a day that the whole plane was embraced by him, they still needed some mortal necessities.
Thankfully, Astaroth had left with Desire some of his most trusted demons so they may assist her ruling and, at least for now, things were working smoothly.
Still, the succubus queen ached for her Master's return, her whole being feeling empty when not servicing his unending desires, feeling as if her very soul had been hollowed to make room for his whims.
Her devotion to him was absolute, however, and she would not falter on any duty he assigned her. The idea of letting him down more horrifying that the most heinous of torture and pain.
Today things were nice and smooth in the city, and her assistants had insisted she take the day off, so she had decided to spend a pleasant day of relaxation and lascivious lovemaking with her friend and lover Viscera, Lord Astaroth's first hellhound.
The demon lord's hellhounds looked like something like a fusion of a human with a wolf-like hound, standing on two legs and with a general humanoid shape.
Viscera was one imposing creature, despite not being particularly tall and bulky, for her body seemed to ripple with energy, and in some places her bristling muscles were visible even under her luscious blonde fur.
Her head was like that of a wolf, but with its features softened and somewhat less pronounced, allowing her to emote as if it was still a human one. Despite her lupine appearance, she had a mane of thick blonde hair which she normally kept tightly bound for combat but today was flowing in the breeze, almost glistening like gold.
Since becoming a hellhound, clothes had been of little importance to her, except for some fundamentals for comfort and perhaps battle, so today she only wore a tight white top around her ample bosom, so tight in fact that the contour of her nipples was clearly visible, and some short pants that cling to her crotch and firm rear, for she had fastened them tightly around her back, since this way she could button them above her thick luscious tail.
She wore no shoes, for the paws at the end of her muscular digitigrade legs had thick pads that made walking on most surfaces comfortable.
Her golden eyes seemed to shine in the lovely light that passed through the canopy, and everytime she looked at Desire she couldn't help but wag her tail.
Despite her cute appearance, Desire knew she could quickly turn into a storm of teeth and claws that were as sharp and strong as steel, and strength that could render a man in two if she was so inclined.
It was no secret that Astaroth had left her behind to protect Desire, for while her combat prowess would have been useful in the front lines, he felt keeping his queen safe was more important.
Not to mention the fact that if there was anyone Desire was close to asides from her Master, it was Viscera.
Before Astaroth had claimed them both, in what felt like another lifetime but was probably not that long ago, Viscera had been a paladin tasked with stopping Desire from awakening Astaroth, a duty she had taken seriously, for she had chased and harassed Desire to the ends of the plane with her band of followers.
Despite their antagonism, there had always been a barely hidden attraction between them, a taste of lust that Astaroth immediately noticed once he was awake on this plane.
Once they had both been embraced by their new lord, all those feelings came to the surface, and Viscera hungrily tried to make up for lost time. She and the succubus queen had become incredibly close, often sharing time between them when their responsibilities to their lord or their other lovers let them.
Now that they were alone in the forest, their responsibilities put to one side for the day, Viscera was all over her lover, her strong clawed hands groping and caressing the utterly breathtaking succubus as often as they could, and her lips constantly looking for any bit of her skin she could kiss or lick.
Desire was more than happy to allow her beloved hellhound to have her way with her, she had always been happier letting others take charge and command her during sex, and now that she was a succubus, she quite literally fed on it.
The succubus queen was equally not wearing much today for their private day, only a tight string bikini top and bottom that barely covered an inch of her spotless pale skin, together with some golden jewellery and piercings.
While now that she had been empowered by Astaroth she had even less limitation, her first and more potent gift as a succubus was that her body could be changed with a thought to accommodate anything any lover could ever wish for. She could have any hair or skin color, any kind of figure and even could switch between traditionally male, female or mixed forms.
All this, combined with a subconscious knowledge of what any potential partner might prefer, allowed her to literally become anyone's dream, anyone's desire, in a blink.
Despite this, she did have a preferred form, one her whole being had told her was her Master's favorite, and thus, always and eternally devoted to him, she had adopted as her own.
In this shape, she had long slender legs that ended on delicate goat-like hooves that were polished to a mirror shine, and made her standing pose look as if she was always wearing tall high heels. Her hips and rear had just enough substance in them to be nice and grabbable, matching her generous bosom and completing a lovely hourglass figure with her small waist.
A thin and smooth tail emerged from her tailbone, ending in a cute spade-like tip, and a pair of small batlike wings grew from below her shoulder blades. She could grow them to be as big as her with but a thought, and while she loved gliding through the air on them, her power allowed her limited flight even without them.
Her face was as delicate as it was beautiful, an impossible combination of innocence and sensuality that was only possible on a creature like her. A pair of deep purple eyes, utterly drowning in her Master's, and now her own power, shined like a lustful beacon, their gaze capable of making many mortals drop on their knees consumed with wantonness as they met it.
A thick pair of curved ramlike horns crowned her head, firm enough to be used as handles when she was enjoying herself with another or when her Master desired to use her, and her whole visage was completed with a long mane of dark hair that contrasted with her pale skin.
Viscera licked her jaws giving her a good look, clearly also a fan of Desire's preferred form, the heat coming from her body making it clear what she had in mind now that they were far enough from their responsibilities.
The succubus returned Viscera's lustful gaze, and sensually coiled her own tail around the hellhounds, all while they walked onto a road that cut through the forest.
A cottage that had once been owned by their Master's two pet kittens was nearby; it was now in disuse, for its owners were now busy spreading Astaroth's love around the city, and Desire had thought it could be a nice place to retire and enjoy themselves in private.
Viscera's groping was getting more and more effusive, getting lovely soft moans out of Desire as the hellhound grabbed the succubus' ass with gusto.
It was then, with both on the road, that Viscera suddenly stopped and raised one of her ears, clearly having heard something amiss.
"What is it, puppy?" asked Desire, moving closer to Viscera and feeling her fur, for she was hungry for her lover's caress.
"Something is wrong..." said the hellhound, her body on guard now and ready for anything.
Just before Desire could ask what was wrong, Viscera pushed her aside, a furious arrow piercing the ground just where Desire was standing.
"I will rip them to pieces for disturbing us!" said Viscera, claws drawn and teeth bare, utterly furious because of the interruption.
As if on cue, their attacker became visible just on the edge of the road.
A woman with a powerful warbow sat on the back of a massive warhorse, its heavy hooves smashing the ground as if they were rock crushers on a quarry.
"Mounted archer..." said Desire, picking herself up from the ground and getting ready for battle herself, "and a good one from the looks of things..."
Viscera snarled as her muscular body tensed, ready to spring to action.
"I care not for their competence," the hellhound said, her paws slowly moving along the width of the road, ready for her enemy's next attack, "they tried to harm you, and now I will rend their flesh from their bones!"
The archer spurred her mount to charge, and as the horse did so, she shot another arrow from her bow, this one aiming straight at Viscera's chest.
