Astaroth Awaens

Satisfied with how his plans are progressing, Demon Lord Astaroth goes back to the seat of his power to hold court and spend some time with his followers. Amongst the duties for the day is marrying and helping two of his closest followers conceive, and giving a broken and lost high priestess new purpose.

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Astaroth's followers continued to march towards the capital of the realm, their numbers swelling from converts from all surrounding towns and even defectors from the city itself.

Now that their most powerful defender had been taken by Astaroth and turned into his loyal follower, it was not a matter of if the city would fall, but when.

Safe in the knowledge that his general, Aurora, and some of his most trusted followers were in charge of the operation, Astaroth decided to retreat to the first city they had captured, which by now had settled and grown into a place of joy and sensual pleasures. It even got a new name from its inhabitants, Bliss.

The demon Lord had been offered a palace and a seat of power in the city, but Astaroth was not the kind to rule directly. He was way more interested in ensuring his followers were living full lives free from the shackles of the absurd, repressive, and ascetic culture that had permeated this realm for years.

Still, he liked the city and having a residence in it made sense, so following a suggestion by Dorothea, his self-appointed high priestess, the old cathedral had been turned into a temple and throne room for him.

The beautiful and imposing building had its old decorations and engravings scoured, making room for delectable statues and tapestries of all manner of fiends and mortals engaging in lustful activities.

A big, beautiful throne had been placed behind the altar for him, and the main room always echoed with whines and moans of delight from the never ending orgy taking place in it.

Astaroth had assumed his place on the throne while wearing one of his preferred forms, that of a towering and muscular humanoid with short reddish fur, powerful goat-like hooves, big ram-like horns, and a lion's tail.

His face was mostly human, but had a short, somewhat feline-looking snout with a black nose and lion-like teeth. As usual, his eyes were similar to those of a goat, but of a deep, raging purple that made those present know he could look past their skin and onto their souls.

A long black mane of lion-like hair flowed from his head and past his shoulders, making him look more wild than usual.

While there was no formal reason to do so, Astaroth had decided to hold court today, attending to the needs of his followers as they came to him, as long as it was within his power to do so.

It had been rather enjoyable so far. He had married several couples and groups, gave new forms to several new converts that had arrived in the city recently, and tried his best to solve some minor disputes between followers, for not even he and his followers were free of conflict.

The beautiful Velvet, his recently acquired personal maid, managed a list of people waiting to see him, her beautiful overflowing breasts almost blocking the view of her clipboard.

She had been so well-behaved and polite, keeping firm and looking stunning in her small maid dress despite the raging inferno of need that Astaroth felt inside of her. He would make sure to reward her later.

"Are you ready for your next petitioner, Master?" she asked with her sweet voice, her lovely heterochromatic eyes almost shining.

The demon lord nodded to her, and she smiled back at him before gently shifting in her high heels, ushering the next person or persons to come through the main gate. Astaroth lingered for a moment on her dark chocolate coloured skin. She had blossomed as a demoness, happier now than she had ever been as a crown princess.

Astaroth smiled as he saw who had come through the door of the cathedral, walking down the aisle to him with a radiant smile.

It was none other than his succubus queen, Desire, accompanied by the demon lord's personal hellhound, Viscera.

They walked towards him with linked arms, an excited smile on both their faces. Neither were wearing clothes today, with Desire's smooth and spotless pale skin shining under the light of the stained-glass windows while Viscera's blonde silky fur almost glistened next to her.

Viscera's padded feet made barely a sound on the stone floor, which was a stark contrast to Desire, whose cute and delicate hooves made it look and sound as if she were walking on sensual heels.

Both beautiful demonesses stood in front of the altar, getting on their knees before him as their eyes opened wide with excited admiration.

Astaroth stood up, ushering his two lovers to do the same, with both women getting up with an even bigger smile.

"What are you doing here, my dears?" Astaroth said with a chuckle, "You both know you can come directly to me..."

They moved closer to each other before looking at their Master with a wide smile and saying, "It felt right to do it this way, Master..."

Astaroth laughed, "Well then, please tell me, what is it you require?" the demon lord asked with curiosity.

Both demonesses looked at each other, with Desire wrapping her arms around Viscera and squeezing her gorgeous full breasts against the hellhound's, who couldn't help but wag like an excited puppy.

"We have spent some amazing time together, and we have decided that... after so long... we would very much like to be married and make our love for each other official..." said Desire, her thin succubus tail making a cracking sound as she whipped it in excitement.

"Oh?" said Astaroth, his eyes looking past their physical forms and utterly basking in the delicious need they had for each other. It had always been a treat to see, but it had grown and matured into a delectable roaring fire.

He looked at Viscera straight in the eye before speaking, "You would steal my queen from me, pup? Is that how you pay me back?" he said to a surprised Viscera, who quickly dropped her ears looking sheepish.

Astaroth burst out laughing, a radiant smile on his face. Both ladies looked at each other and their Master, timidly shifting on their spot.

"As if I could come in between such love and passion..." he said, picking up both beauties in his huge arms and covering them in kisses, "I will happily marry you both...'

Viscera and Desire were elated by his words, and kissed, nuzzled, and licked each other while pushing closer to his altar, as if wanting to phase through it and touch him.

"Since you are marrying my queen, I guess you're being promoted to my pet, little hound..." he said to Viscera, who almost melted with his words, her tail wagging so hard it seemed she was about to take off.

"I'm forever yours, Master," said Viscera lovingly giving him a submissive look, "we wouldn't be together if it wasn't because of you, and you know I will be grateful for that for as long as I live..."

Desire held her lover's head against her chest, kissing the happy hellhound nonstop.

"I know, my dears, seeing you so happy fills me with power and the desire to bring this joy to many others..." Astaroth said, almost burning with energy.

His shot him a pleading look with her beautiful eyes, pulling his attention towards her, "Master, there is something else..."

Astaroth gazed into her eyes, their powerful souls connecting as if by a tether. "Tell me, my queen, what is on your mind?"

Desire bit her lip, "Recently we had the pleasure of liberating a wonderful stallion and his mare... and now they are busy making up for lost time and pumping her belly full of foals..."

Astaroth smiled, savouring the feeling emanating from Desire, "I felt the birth of a new breeding demon... those are rare, well done, my queen..."

The succubus blushed, her Master's words still having the power to do so. "Thank you, Master..." she said, basking in the compliments a bit longer, "but seeing it also made us a bit jealous... Viscera and I would like to make some little devils ourselves..."

A wicked smile appeared on the face of the demon lord. "I see... You wish to impregnate the other?"

Both demonesses nodded effusively.

Astaroth laughed, this was going to be fun. "As you both know, it's not easy for a demon to have progeny, it takes a lot of power, otherwise we would be flooded with spawn in mere months..." he said, letting the words hang for a second, "but it's not impossible... and it's something I am keen to do for two of my most beloved creatures."

He could feel their hearts race in their chests, so excited and aroused that you could probably fry an egg on them.

"What do you require, Master?" said Viscera, with a look of dirty determination.

Astaroth pointed at the altar, ushering both to get on it. "First things first, look at each other..."

Both demonesses did so with a big smile on their faces. As their eyes locked, a bashful look came over them, their need for the other growing more and more.

"Do you, Viscera, take Desire as your wife, promising to love her and give yourself fully to her, to satisfy all her cravings, to stroke her passion until it boils over and consumes you both?" Astaroth asked the hellhound, who was by now so horny she was struggling to not bend over forwards like a bitch in heat.

"I do," she said with her tongue out, panting in dire need of her lover.

"And you, my queen, take Viscera as your beloved wife and bitch, promising to love her and give yourself fully to her, to sate her eternal hunger for your flesh, to intertwine together until your wantonness for the other threatens to devour you both?" he asked the succubus, who was twitching and dripping down her perfect and long alabaster legs.

"I do," she said, her eyes shining with her essence as a raging fire burned inside her.

"Then by my power I bind you together... You may consummate your union on this altar..." he said with a big grin.

With a giddy smile, Desire got comfortable on the long altar, which had been modified with a long soft cushion since offerings such as these were now more common. Viscera climbed on top of her wife with glee, both demonesses staring into each other's eyes with lustful longing.

The succubus wrapped her legs sensually around her partner as they pressed their burning hot and slick pussies together, soft tender wet sounds coming from them as they started rubbing on pure instinct.

Lustful whines and moans started filling the cathedral from their passion, all while Astaroth devoured them with his eyes, his gaze so fiery it threatened to reduce them to cinders.

He extended his arms and seemed to dissipate into a brilliant purple cloud, enveloping the two lovers on the altar like a translucent veil.

Both Viscera and Desire let out an orgasmic scream as spectral phallus-like tentacles emerged from inside the cloud, impaling their holes while wrapping around their bodies like creeping vines on a castle wall.

They bound them tightly together, almost as if wanting to crush their bodies into one, both their asses and pussies getting savagely railed by the magical phalluses, making their bellies bulge and rub against each other.

Despite the brutal ravaging they were experiencing, both lovers did not stop rubbing against each other or passionately kissing, their moans and whines intermixed with breathless declarations of love and pleading for their Master to go harder.

Astaroth had taken this form not just to fully embrace them while they consummated their marriage, but also to better touch their inner essence, the pattern that made them what they were. While his tendrils fucked them, leaving no inch of their insides untouched, he was tinkering with their wombs for what was to come.

As both beauties writhed in ecstasy, Astaroth softly touched that mystical pattern inside them again, and using his power, he brought both essences closer together until they were, for lack of a better term, gently touching.

The connection this created between the lovers made them lash out in a savage orgasm, their eyes rolling back completely, utterly overwhelmed by the sensation despite all their experience with the utterly relentless and unshackled passion that they had embraced as demonesses.

As they arched and convulsed in delight, the tentacle that was digging deeper and deeper into their rears did a brutal push, extending all the way through them, making their throats bulge as the spectre-like phallus emerged from their moaning and gurgling lips.

Both demonesses tried to lick the long, flexible cock coming out of their mouths, until they realised they each were experiencing the same thing. With a wicked look of lust, both lovers moved their lips closer, starting to suck and lick the phallus emerging from the other's mouth, continuing until both tentacles intertwined, and their lips were locked as their throats brutally bulged from the savage double fucking.

In the meantime, the gentle rubbing of their patterns mixed with some of Astaroth's own essence as a catalyst created two new, small, and tender spirits. They were fragile and in need of power and essence to grow and become something more than a mere wisp in the astral realm, so with great care, the demon lord placed them into each of the demonesses' wombs.

Satisfied with his delicate work, Astaroth now focused entirely on brutally ravaging both lovers, for their passion and need for the other would feed the seed in their wombs.

The tentacles hastened their rhythm just as the demonesses rubbed against each other harder, their needy whines echoing loudly across the building. A brutal pressure built inside them as Astaroth's phalluses readied themselves for them.

Unable to speak due to the savage throat fucking they were receiving, both beauties just convulsed and moaned when their Master's cocks exploded inside of them, flooding them, so savagely their bodies were in not time bloated like gorgeous little essence balloons, Astaroth's thick cum dripping and spraying from any small opening it could find.

It kept going and going, both lovers glowing with power as their eyes faded into an intertwined bliss state. Despite the overflowing amount of demonic cum going into them, the tentacles did not stop ravaging them, nor both women stopped rubbing against each other.

Slowly, the ephemeral cloud floating around them coalesced into something like a translucent purple bubble, which lifted them up and gently drifted upwards, settling against the ceiling of the cathedral.

The bubble quickly filled with even more and more of Astaroth's essence, drowning both demonesses in its embrace, all while the savage fucking didn't stop for even a second.

In a flash, a figure of violet smoke emerged from the cathedral's throne, Astaroth rematerializing there while his bubble of power continued the passionate ritual. Loud and desperate moans continued to emanate from the ceiling, Desire and Viscera caught in a mind-linked never ending orgasm as the flood of their Master's cum helped the wisps in their wombs to become growing fiends, the children they had desired.

Despite using his essence as a catalyst, Astaroth had left little of himself in both new creatures, preferring to use as much of Desire and Viscera's patterns as possible, for he wanted them to be theirs rather than his. This was their day, after all.

It was not a pregnancy in the usual sense, and both new creatures would probably be born in mere weeks, if at all, growing to full adulthood in months, inheriting knowledge from their parents as their forms settled.

Such was the nature of creating a new demon from scratch. Astaroth toyed with the idea of making more despite the cost in power, for it had been thoroughly enjoyable.

And he was planning to eventually sire a proper prince or princess with Desire...

But that was a matter for a different time.

He comfortably settled in his throne again, the bubble of power floating well above him still making wonderful squelching sounds while moans and whines of delight emanated from it like a symphony of lust. Both lovers should stay like that for a while to ensure the maximum chance of success, and he didn't feel either would complain.

Satisfied, he signalled to Velvet with a smile, it was time for the next petitioner. The gorgeous demoness trembled as her heavy bosom heaved. She was trying her best to control her own arousal due to the spectacle that Astaroth had just given them all.

Astaroth admired how delightfully diligent she was, so much so that he decided to hasten her reward, a thick phallic tentacle in the shape of a flexible stallion's cock emerged from the ground below her and impaled her ass with a loud wet sound, the stunning demoness going limp with a brain melting orgasm as it started to fuck her savagely.

Velvet held her clipboard tightly against her chest as she tried to remain focused for her Master, juices falling down her trembling legs as she stood on the tips of her heels. Her belly bulged while her Master's power lovingly rearranged her insides.

"Tha-thank you... Master..." she managed to say in between moans, her nipples so hard they seemed ready to pierce her dress.

Astaroth smiled at her, throwing her a loving kiss, right before turning to see who was next on his long line of petitioners for the day.

The doors gently flung open and a demoness came into the nave with regal steps, she was covered in short soft and silky fur of a particularly rich purple colour, though some areas of her body such as her belly, inner thighs, inner arms and cute rump the fur was white like fresh fallen snow.

It was his self-appointed high priestess, Dorothea.

She deftly walked on a pair of stiletto heels towards him, her dainty, animal-like feet lacking pads, so she preferred to wear shoes that enhanced her allure. The heels were black like her nun-like habit, though the one she sported now was much different than the one she wore when they first met, for this one was extremely provocative, only reaching her knees and splitting on the sides over both legs, exposing her thighs all the way to her hip bones, the silken cloth barely covering her crotch and making it abundantly clear that she wore no underwear.

The habit exposed her forearms completely, with only some thin stripes of cloth flowing down towards her arms and holding in place a pair of frilly sleeves that only brought attention to her delicate hands.

A big opening on her chest, just below her cute coif, exposed her cleavage, which dropped so much on her perky chest that it felt any slip would expose her nipples.

Two long floppy ears fell from the sides of her head where her human ones used to be, almost giving the appearance of long straight hair flowing down her shoulders.

She had truly come onto her own, Astarorth thought, full of lustful confidence and utterly at home in her stunning new rabbit-like body.

The priestess advanced to the altar, her eyes, whose irises had gone a pure and clear shade of purple thanks to the ungodly amount of his essence she had absorbed, locked with him in a look of utter adoration, all the faith and devotion she had wasted for decades on her silent god now focused with undying fervour on the one who had liberated her.

With a practiced movement, she dropped to her knees in front of the altar, her hands trembling on her chest as her eyes appeared ready to cry with joy.

"My sweet Dorothea, I had missed you out in the field..." Astaroth said with honesty, his words threatening to make the lustful rabbit demon melt from just his voice.

She licked her lips and swallowed sensually before speaking, "My beloved lord and Master, it is such an honour to see you again..."