WARNING: Discretion is advised, contains adult content toward the end of the chapter.

Chapter 10 – Seed of the Devil

2022

The first year of Michael's reign as His Infernal Majesty, King of Regnum Infernale was quite eventful. He did not have to carry out any executions; frankly, his subjects were too much into their hedonistic lifestyles to offend their Lord and Savior. They partied as hard as they did on his coronation on Misty's birthday in February, Michael's in March, and Melanie's in May. They all were ordered to do so, and they happily obliged. For each of these occasions, they did not retire to their compound by 11PM – they stayed out the entire night; frolicking, feasting, dancing, and drinking to their heart's content. Melanie was still too young to go past one small shot glass, and Misty only had one glass of wine but downed as much food as she could handle. Some of the adults went off in groups, encouraged by their King, to have intimate group liaisons in private. To him, this was a good way to ensure that some of the women ended up pregnant, able to populate the world as they knew it.

Alas, during the first year of his sovereignty, several babies were on the way, the majority of them being in the other sanctuaries. Michael reckoned that most of them were conceived during the coronation celebrations, and only two women were confirmed pregnant in their sanctuary. Both mothers were former Grays from Outpost 3 and experienced fully human births and gestations. He had taken a trip with his daughter to the Clinic to peer into one-sided windows at the women having ultrasounds to check on the fetuses. Melanie was then taken to the lab, where she learned that samples of their DNA were kept in special databases.

"Dad… I mean, Father," she corrected herself, pointing at the screens with lists of files that, when clicked, a doctor or scientist could access information on said person's chromosomal makeup. "What's that?"

"Databases," he replied. "They hold the genetic material and makeup of everyone in the three sanctuaries."

"Including us?" she inquired.

"Yes," he said. "We have a special database separate from everyone else. That way, in the event you were to have children, and they have children, and so forth, we can trace their ancestry back to me, the first King. This is helpful especially when you have siblings."

Melanie scoffed: "siblings?"

"Brothers or sisters," he said, clarifying what he meant.

"I don't want any," she stated bluntly. "Too many empires and kingdoms from the old world have collapsed because of sibling rivalry. The stakes are too high in this world we live in today, Father." She paused. "Frankly, I'd feel bad killing my sister or brother if they were in my way in inheriting the throne."

"Yes, but, unlike the old world, either a female or male child can have the throne if they are the firstborn. That is what you are. Even if you have a sibling with more powers than you, you still have the throne," he said sternly.

"What if they try to overthrow me? Or if someone overthrows you?" the little girl asked, a sinister look in her bright blue eyes.

"Execution," Michael said plainly.

After that day in the Clinic's nursery, Michael knew he had to make sure his daughter was well-prepared to rule in the event he or Misty could not. As promised from before, he took it upon himself to teach her about her powers, as well as hopefully develop new ones. Misty was all for this, proud of their daughter's progress and education. Each lesson was something different – one in specific, was about issue and penalties for subjects who act out of turn.

"So, I'd execute anyone who…" Melanie remembered what she was told, counting them on her fingers: "…kills someone else without reason to, treason, tries to hurt any of the royal family?"

"You're missing three," Michael smirked, holding a book in his hand which he used as a cover for what he was referencing.

"Uh…"

"I'll give you one hint," Michael caved, "do you remember the interviews at the outposts?"

"Yes."

"Think about what I would threaten to kill the interviewees over."

It'd been quite some time, but she was able to remember: "oh! I also execute someone who lies to me, or tries to trick me?"

"One more," he said.

Melanie groaned – "is it… when they hedge around something you ask of them?"

"Yes, correct."

"Don't you think that's a bit extreme, dad?" she asked. "I know for the interviews it was important, but… for subjects? Really?"

"If they hedge, it is logical to question their loyalty to you as their Queen," he suggested.

"Loyalty is with actions," Melanie challenged. "Why not have a trial to determine their innocence before they are executed, if that is their fate?"

"Did you forget you can see truths, like I can?" he said.

She nodded – "right."

"If you are sovereign in our place, you are not only Queen, but Judge," he told her.

Other lessons were the meat and potatoes of her education; her powers to that point in time included lectio animo, divination, concilium, transmutation, telekinesis, and resurgence. Her defining abilities were the first two, and he knew he had to step up his game and challenge her with more difficult tasks. He resorted to having things hidden all over the Sanctuary, much like was done at his trials of the Seven Wonders a few years before while still a student at the Hawthorn School for Boys. She found most items with ease, but some were more difficult and in hard-to-reach places. Michael even resorted to having her find very specific book titles in the Library – unlike the old world, the new world did not have libraries organized under the Dewey decimal system or genre categories. All books were random, and most were sacred or rare texts inaccessible to even the Vatican. One specific title, the Codex of Leicester, was the only copy in print let alone existence at that point, and Michael ordered her to find it using divination skills. Using barely any effort, she found it in five minutes; once finding it, she transmuted to where Michael was in the Library after she remotely located him. He was startled to see her pop up so quickly in front of him, but it gave him an idea about what to practice with her next.

Transmutation was something Melanie used frequently, whether it was getting out of harm's way or to get to a location faster. Like his trials before the Seven Wonders to determine if he was an Alpha warlock, he telekinetically tossed dangerous things, like knives or bricks, at his daughter to motivate her. Motivated by fear of getting hit or wounded, she teleported effortlessly through the vicinity that was their luxurious suite. Misty stood by to watch this, and she cringed, hoping that her daughter would not get hurt. When it ended, she hugged her daughter tightly, peppering her little face with concerned kisses.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" she asked in her Southern drawl.

"Mom, I'm fine. Stop worrying," Melanie insisted. "I'm not dead."

"Yet," Michael said. This made Melanie's heart race a million miles an hour.

"WHAT?!" she exclaimed.

"Resurgence," he said. "You possess that. Your mother and I both have it. It is her defining ability, like lectio animo and divination are yours."

"Uh… so why do I have to die?"

"Not just yet. We will work toward that," Michael assured her. "I want you to learn how to bring yourself back in the event you die."

"Aren't there guards to protect me? Plus, my other powers?" Melanie challenged.

"She ain't ready, Michael," Misty challenged him. "Please, don't kill her just for that."

"The strongest people are made from the toughest of circumstances," Michael said, giving his daughter a boost of confidence. "Come, to the agricultural center. Let's see their fresh kills of the day."

Unlike in the old world, the slaughterhouse division of the agricultural center was not composed of diseased animals cramped in cages and force-fed, nor pumped with hormones and antibiotics unsafe for human consumption. These animals were genetically engineered specifically for their consumption and were freer range. They were kept in wide pens, where they were free to run around and go about their little lives. The few workers bowed before their King and Princess upon their arrival, and they traveled to the butchering facility to see freshly-killed chickens with their throats cut laying on their sides on a conveyor belt. Melanie walked up to it, and the worker did not object to her taking one.

"Go ahead, Your Infernal Highness," he said. "Are you getting dinner from the source, Your Majesty?"

"Not quite," the King said to his subject. "Princess Melanie is having a lesson." He looked to his daughter and nodded with approval. "Bring that chicken back to life."

She had to remember how she did it for a full-grown woman like she did for Coco; she put her hand over the wound on its throat and held it as if it were alive, closing her eyes and breathing out her life force in the form of white energy. It was akin to exhaling in freezing winter weather, but after a few breaths, the chicken clucked and flapped its wings so violently Melanie lost her grip on it. She looked closer and saw that the wound on his throat healed fully, as if it were never slaughtered. The worker present clapped his hands with praise at his Princess.

"Ave Satanas," he said, "Your Infernal Highness."

"Don't kill that one," she said with intention, "you are to allow that chicken to live its full, natural life." Michael noticed her use of concilium on the man, who froze like a deer in the headlights.

"Y-Yes, Your Infernal Highness," he said, obedient like a dog to its master.

Michael left with his daughter, the chicken still clucking in the facility, and praised her by giving her a reward of grape hard image candy: "very well done."

Developing new powers was also on the agenda – Michael had practiced telekinesis with Melanie, who still had a little trouble with it but was still able to do simple tasks with the power. She had finally disclosed to her father about her finding of the Lexicon, which she had taken from the outpost and now considered it a prized possession, as well as the night she was scared of his satanic blood ritual and ran into Venable, making her cane fall from under her by accident.

"That book was pretty heavy, dad," she described. "Almost broke my nose. I was looking at it, couldn't reach it, and when I was barely trying to get it off the shelf, it fell down and hit my foot."

"If you can do telekinesis," Michael said, "why not try pyrokinesis?" He paused and looked at the fireplace from the sofa, "like this."

Melanie gasped, remembering that he used that power to light up the entire suite they shared during their time in the outpost. In the fireplace roared a flame that outstretched nearly toward them. She clutched her chest, taking a deep breath and looking at her father. They were both sitting on the couch when he gave her a plain white candle to light. Misty had been watching them from behind the sofa on which they sat. Melanie tried to fix her attention on the virgin wick of the candle, holding it and closing her eyes to ease concentration. After three minutes, she decided to try again.

"Concentrate," Michael said. "Feel the flame begin to grow. Imagine it, it is real."

She tried to do as he was coaching her to do, but no flame came to the candle: "I can't do it, dad."

"I don't have that power," Misty said, looking at her daughter. "Maybe she don't, neither."

"She's my daughter, half-demon. It's one of our defining powers," Michael said with disbelief. "Try again."

Melanie concentrated a little harder to make a flame appear on the tip of the candle. After two minutes, she gave up and tossed the candle into the fireplace, not missing the hearth as she growled in frustration.

"NO! I CAN'T DO IT, DAD!"

"Calm yourself down now before I do!" Michael spoke in a demonic voice, reprimanding her as his eyes turning black as night.

"Dad, I'm not like you! I can't do this thing with the fire!" Melanie whined. "The night I killed the guy who killed Coco, I took a candle off the wall sconce and burned him with it. I didn't do it with my mind. I can't do it!"

"You are doubting yourself," he said with disappointment. "Also, you are concentrating way too hard. These powers come to you without any effort."

"Not this one," Melanie said like a smart-Alec.

Over the course of Michael's first year of being King of Regnum Infernale, Melanie was dealing with her own developmental issues. As she approached her third birthday, she found herself to be more volatile aside from the fact that she grew to be four-foot-seven and had slightly more defined facial and bodily features. Even when her father was crowned King in November, it donned on her she looked to be a year older; to her, these were minor changes. She hated the rapid aging part of being half-demon; it meant that if she were to be acquainted with other children her age, then it would be awkward if she was the "oldest" of the bunch. On her third birthday in 2022, she woke up much taller than she had been previously, and her face had a more "mature" look to it – now, she was physically a nine-year-old. Time to get new clothes that fit me, she thought, I wonder if the Cooperative has any anti-aging serums or pills for me to take to slow it all down. I feel like a damn monster. I want to be a normal kid.

One evening during June, after only two babies were on the way in this particular sanctuary, Michael had come up with a strange, but crazily good idea to help bring the population up. He would need to clear it with Misty first, even though he was King and whatever he said, went. He was laying in bed with his wife, who noticed something off about him; he wasn't talkative, nor was he caressing her like he always had.

"Michael, what is it?" she asked. "Did I do somethin' to upset you?"

"No," he said.

"You're actin' strange," she told him.

"I need to bring something up to you," he said to her. "I have an idea to bring the population up."

"Oh," Misty said. "What is it?"

"I was considering the prospect of getting any women who haven't gotten pregnant already, pregnant," he stated.

Misty's eyes widened, looking down with a few side glances at her husband. He was the King, he could do as he wished, but did his feelings change for her at all? Was it because she didn't want to go through the agony and potential death in childbirth of having another one of their own?

"Michael…" He could sense apprehension.

"I love you, Misty. I do," he affirmed sincerely, putting his hands on her shoulders. "I just had this idea, for our people. The stakes are way too high to just let the chance go like this."

"I…I don't think you should," she rejected. "It's… not okay."

"The other methods of collecting genetic material are for when we hit astronomical proportions as humanity. I did not want to just do this without your approval," Michael explained. "I can ensure they get pregnant. Perhaps multiple births, even."

"I can't believe what I'm hearin'," she thought. "Melanie won't be Queen one day if you-"

"I'll stop you right there," he said. "No baby born from these unions will ever qualify for the throne. It is Melanie's to have when we go or cannot rule anymore."

"Is this 'cause I don't want any more babies?" Misty asked with shock still in her voice.

"No," he said. "I am personally fine just having Melanie."

"Then why are you goin' off with these other women?" Misty asked incredulously. "You're havin' babies with them."

"Because I will not be in contact with them. As far as they're concern, they are our subjects," he insisted. "Nothing more." He paused. "As for those women, they are our subjects. I will never grow feelings for any woman other than you."

"Yet…"

"Sex and love are not the same, Misty," he said; he felt like he was telling a young, naïve teenager this fact, not a grown woman. "This is simply to procreate. We have only had two confirmed pregnancies this year alone. With that rate, we cannot survive as a species."

Misty laid on her side, facing away from him and sighing. He cuddled up behind her, spooning as he held her, waiting for her answer. She finally said: "I ain't gonna like it."

"I know," he said.

"But… you can," she said with calm reluctance.

After Michael told Miriam of his plan, he spoke with her about which women in the sanctuary were of fertile, childbearing age. She in fact was proud of him, as he would get some kind of pleasure and fun out of it as well. Also, it was a good opportunity for the women of his kingdom to show their loyalty to him and his sovereignty. They were sitting in the main Cooperative offices in the sanctuary to look at the list of all the female inhabitants present.

"Dinah Stevens?" Miriam asked. "She is 47 years old."

"Too old. I know she is very devoted, anyhow. Next?"

Miriam tapped the right arrow button on the computer, and up popped a familiar face; blonde hair, hazel-brown eyes, her hair styled to perfection.

"Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt, aged 41," she said.

Michael was hesitant because of her age, but realized, she may still have been able to reproduce even if this were to be her only child: "add her to the list. We could try." He gave her time to add Coco to the list of participants in his campaign. "Next?"

She pressed the button again, a very good candidate popping up. "Mallory, aged 24."

"There's something odd about that girl," he said aloud.

"Why?"

"When I interviewed her, she made flames come out of the fire, and tossed me across the room," Michael confessed. "I don't know what she is, but…"

"If all that's true, let's add her. The stakes are too high, you said. She is valuable," Miriam said. He agreed, and she was added to the list. Next popped up the portrait of a rather lovely young woman with wavy chestnut hair and dark gray eyes with cheekbones that could cut glass.

"Alena Baxter, aged 24," Miriam said, looking back at her adopted son. "She's actually really pretty. A former Gray at Outpost 3."

"Yes, add her."

The next one that popped up was already pregnant, but the next to pop up was another familiar face from Outpost 3. She had a dark complexion, big black eyes, and black hair in tight, coarse curls: "Emily, aged 22. She was a Purple in Outpost 3."

"Yes, add her, too. Next?"

"What is this? Some, big orgy?" Miriam chuckled.

"To put it lightly, yes," he said. "This world was made in my father's image. I promised to upkeep it as such."

The next woman to show up was the most beautiful of all so far; she had dark beauty, black hair and hazel eyes with pale skin. Her eyes were cat-like in shape, and her lips were full and pink. "Sarah Fitzgerald, aged 31. She is a Cooperative agent operating here in this sanctuary."

"Oh, please," he begged, "add her. Who else? We have five so far. Let's pick one more."

"Alright," Miriam said, looking on the computer and scrolling through some women, both members of the kingdom and Cooperative personnel; a lot were too old, but one of them was the other pregnant woman from that year. The last one that really appealed to Michael was a young woman also as beautiful as the previously-mentioned Sarah Fitzgerald. She had a fresh face, long brown hair, and sparkling blue eyes along with full lips.

"Last one, I would pick her if I were you. She's Kate Blackwell, just turned 18," she said.

"She will do," he said. "So… six in total. How do we get the word out to them?"

"Oh, we will get it out to them. Snail mail is the new way of the future," the android joked. "Well, we have regressed because of resources. They will get a letter."

"Let's make it for the night of June 21," he suggested. "Whereabouts…" He thought for a moment. "Not the Grand Hall. Not my private suite, I don't want my wife or Melanie seeing this."

"Why? They don't know?" Miriam asked.

"Well, Melanie doesn't. She's still a bit young. Misty knows, and doesn't like it, but she gave me permission because I told her how beneficial it would be for our people," he explained.

"How about this. You hold it in the Lodge," Miriam suggested. "Remember you did one of your rituals in it?"

"Yes. Perfect place," he said. "Make sure a king-sized mattress is put in there, with red satin sheets, and candles."

"Yes, Your Infernal Majesty," she smiled, willing to oblige.

On the night of June 21, which also happened to be the Summer Solstice, the women summoned by the Cooperative on Michael's behalf came to the Lodge, which looked like a Church of Satan from the old world. The walls had dark cherry wood paneling and there was a stained-glass window depicting an inverse pentagram on the red, rippled surface. It seemed to let a bizarre crimson light into the room, but the candles added luminosity; they were not lit quite yet. Michael was sitting on the supersized mattress laid out on the floor with satin sheets on top of it. He got changed out of his usual clothing and put on the velvet bathrobe he brought with him just for this event. When the women finally came, they were dressed in their usual clothing; everyone who was not part of the royal family dressed relatively plainly in comparison, and they were easy to spot by the sovereign in the dim room.

"Your Infernal Majesty?" one of the women called out. "W-We've arrived."

They all gasped at the sight of the candles lighting without anyone near them with a match or lighter. All of the candles surrounding the bed illuminated Michael's ironically angelic masculine beauty as he looked at them. Two of the women selected, Sarah and Kate, were admiring and fawning over their King, especially his smoldering gaze and the golden locks that cascaded down to his shoulders neatly. They all halted: Coco, Mallory, Emily, Sarah, Kate, and Alena were kept in their place as if under a spell.

"Come closer, ladies," he said suavely. "I won't bite." Hard, he thought.

They all walked in a straight line across, going closer to the bed. Michael stood up and walked closer to them, addressing them as though he were a sergeant and they were his soldiers. Of course, he had to be suave and use his hypnotic voice to get them in the appropriate mood for the group liaison.

"Thank you all for coming. Your service and loyalty to your sovereign and kingdom is much appreciated, and will be duly remembered," he announced. "You have all been summoned here for a special task. Not all of the women left in the world are able to have this chance, because they are in other sanctuaries, too old, or pregnant already." He paused. "You are all to bear my children."

Out of all the women, Coco was the most shocked – I don't know if I can still carry at my age, she thought. Mallory and Emily had lumps in their throats, the former of whom was scared; the latter feared that Timothy would leave her for possible infidelity, but was it really infidelity if it were sex with their King? What would the penalty be for rejecting Michael? Sarah, Kate and Alena were the most excited for the task, nearly bowing at his feet in gratitude; however, he did not ask for that to be done, so they didn't.

"Keep in mind while they may be sons or daughters of the King, they are in no shape or form eligible for the throne," Michael said as a condition. "Think of this as a service to not only me, your Lord and Savior, but the world. A favor for humanity, to grow and thrive, for what is done here tonight." They all looked at him before he gave his command. "Take off your clothes."

They all did without question; again, it was as though they were under a spell the moment they walked into the Lodge. Everything went: shoes first, then stockings if they were wearing them, outer layers, and their underwear until they were all naked and vulnerable in front of him. The Antichrist peered at his selection of women in front of him to go first. Of all of them, he was drawn to advance toward Emily first, her great black eyes nervously alternating from his chiseled face to the front of his bathrobe. He could sense her nervousness, taking his hand and lightly tilting her chin up to him. She had tears falling, and he smirked.

"W-What if we don't want to?" Emily asked.

His smirk turned to a sterner expression: "you wouldn't risk your life to go against your Lord and Savior, would you?"

Then, he slowly moved his hand down to her throat and squeezed with gradually increasing pressure, making her gasp for air. The other women gasped at how quickly he needed to make an example of someone there to make sure the rest of the female subjects present complied with the task. Mallory was even more scared, staring in horror at what Michael was doing to her. Emily started to choke, and she nodded, struggling to speak as she was being choked: "y-yes…. I… I will… l-let me go…"

He let go, but took her hand and led her to the big mattress covered in silk: "see? It isn't so hard, is it? This is a privilege, and an honor. This isn't every day you go to bed with a sovereign."

Emily sat down but began to cry softly; she did her best to hold it back, but in her mind, this was not at all consensual. He continued to hold her hand as they sat on the bed, kissing her fingers with the intent to calm her down and get her aroused to ease the process.

"It's alright," he said consoling. "Timothy won't care. He bowed before me, just as you did."

Her heart fluttered as he began to lightly kiss the side of her neck, making her pant as he removed his bathrobe. Alena, Sarah and Kate all sighed, aroused by the sight of Michael getting his other subject comfortable. He laid her down on her back, peppering kisses all over her torso but paying extra special attention to her breasts. He worked his tongue against her nipples and she sighed, looking over at the other women present. Emily felt tears form in her eyes again as she felt her King's hand slide up the inner portion of her thigh, caressing softly before cupping the growing wetness between her legs.

"Oh…" she yelped. He bit his lower lip, looking down at her with his piercing blue-green eyes as his fingers worked her womanhood expertly, leaving no place untouched as she writhed beneath him. He leaned down, breathing against her neck.

"Your body is betraying you," he whispered, gently treading his teeth on her collarbone as she cried out in pleasure, his fingers rubbing her sweet bundle of nerves in rapid circular motions. "It feels like heaven, doesn't it?"

She moaned: "oh yes… oh, I'm sorry… AH!"

He slid a finger inside her, moving it in and out as he worked his mouth on her breasts a little more.

"Hm…" he purred. "You're tight… and ready…"

Without hesitating he slid into her, his girth stretching her out. Her eyes widened at the sensation; she never felt so full, even with Timothy. As he pumped in and out of her, she cried out like she never had with any other man. He even pinned her wrists down to keep her submissive as he pumped faster. Eventually, he finished, making sure to get every ounce of his load into her. Emily rolled over on the unoccupied part of the mattress as he summoned Coco over next.

"You're a woman who knows how to please," he said, looking down at his member. "Get me back up."

She nodded and leaned forward without question. He was kneeling upright as she began to stroke his wet member, putting her mouth around the tip to start doing a blowjob. The feeling of her warm tongue and lips surrounding him almost made him want to bust in her mouth, but he knew that wasn't quite the task at hand. While she sucked him off, he reached over and smacked her ass so hard it left a red handprint. She moaned, taking him deeper despite her sensitive gag reflex, and released him. Michael patted her head to signal that what she did was enough and had her in the same position but pivoted her rear end over to face him. He reached down with his fingers to feel how wet she was, and even though she was almost there, he still thrust into her anyways.

"Ah!" she gasped. "Your Infernal Highness… can I carry? At my age?"

"You've been summoned to try," he smirked, making a few more powerful thrusts into her from behind.

Coco was overwhelmed with the pleasure that Michael provided for her turn on the bed. Brock never did her this well, and she was relatively open to try new things in the bedroom. Secretly, an orgy like this was on her bucket list. Michael gripped some of her blonde hair and pulled her head back, making her scream as his member hit all of the best spots inside her to make her climax. It gave Michael satisfaction to see his subject enjoying herself, so he rewarded it by lasting just long enough to give her a second orgasm before he bust his second load into her, making sure no drop was wasted. He looked over at Sarah and Alena, beckoning them both over to join them on the bed. They both scurried over and bowed before him, who was still kneeling from doing Coco.

"It's an honor, Your Infernal Majesty," Alena said excitedly. "I'm so wet, I can't stand it!"

He reached toward his subject, moving her brown hair away from her chest to gaze at her frame. He gently caressed from the side of her face, down the side of her neck, cupping one of her breasts on the way down her abdomen, finally to where she claimed to be wet. He felt her moisture through the thin clump of hair on her pubic mound and lifted his fingers to his lips, tasting her.

"Hm…" he moaned with satisfaction. "That you are." He leaned in to kiss her neck and whispered seductively: "I want you to sit on my face, while…" He turned to Sarah, "you ride me…how wet are you?"

"Oh, very," Sarah replied. "I'm about to explode."

He laid back on the bed and looked at them both, signaling them both to do as they were told: "then explode."

While Coco and Emily were still in the throes of demonic ecstasy from Michael ravaging their bodies, Alena straddled his face and lowered herself just enough, so he wouldn't suffocate. Sarah didn't hesitate to get on top of him and take him up into her, moaning at how thick he was. She bounced up and down slowly, crying out to the heavens. Alena did the same, as she felt her King's tongue expertly moving along her folds and dipping into her molten core. With his free hands, he reached up and massaged her breasts, lips sucking at her clit and making her moan like crazy. When she was on the verge of climax, he just kept going relentlessly, even lifting her just a little, so he could put two fingers into her. She couldn't help it, so she came. Michael moaned into her muff loudly to express his satisfaction, and by this point, Sarah, who was riding his member, made him burst his seeds inside her. She got off immediately, trying to not let a drop go to waste as she laid on her side beside the King, caressing him adoringly. Then, he got up from laying on the bed and bent Alena over with force and shoved himself into her without a second thought. She screamed out, feeling her g-spot being hit repeatedly. In no time, she had another orgasm, followed by another, and between hair pulling and dominant spanks from her Lord and Savior, he released another load of cum into this woman, groaning under his breath and sighing.

By this point, all four women he had done were moaning from the waves of powerful pleasure flowing through their bodies. Kate, who looked on at the scene, felt extremely aroused yet also nervous. When he summoned her over, he could sense this, looking at her petite, young body.

"How old are you?" He knew full well what her age was, but she wanted her to tell him.

"E-Eighteen," she said shyly.

"You're nervous," he said.

"I am," said Kate. "There's something you need to know before I…"

"And that is…?" Michael asked, looking at her lasciviously.

"It's a little embarrassing but," she trailed off, "I'm a virgin."

He gently held her hand and brought her to sit on the bed, caressing her bare skin softly. "There's a first for everything. I'll go gentle."

He did the same type of foreplay for Kate as he did with the other women he just did in front of her and Mallory, who remained to watch the revelries. Except he took extra care so that she felt more pleasure than she did pain. He ravaged her body with light, smooth caresses, passionate kisses, and even went down on her like he did for Alena. To get her used to having something inside her, he fingered her, pressing down and to the sides to stretch her out. Alena and Sarah both tried to enhance the experience for the girl, kissing her and caressing her skin as Michael was between her legs. He made her cum in less than three minutes because he was good with his mouth and hands. When he was done down there, he knelt up and gestured to Kate, guiding her hand to his warm, throbbing girth.

"Ever touch one before?" he asked. She shook her head.

"No… until now," she replied.

He moaned softly as she stroked him up and down shyly, looking up at him to try and gauge a reaction. He sexily bit his lower lip and sighed. Looking down at her, she asked him for reassurance of how well she was doing.

"Am I pleasing you, Your Infernal Majesty?" she asked.

"Oh yes…" he purred. "But you know what would feel so much better?"

"What? Anything," Kate said.

"Stick out your tongue, open your mouth, and let me show you," he commanded.

As if under a spell, she did so, and he slid his rock-hard member into her mouth, soaked with the juices of the other women present at the liaison. Kate moaned softly as she let her King use her mouth for his pleasure. She felt herself getting even wetter from the new experience, moaning to produce vibration. Even though he was tempted to finish in her mouth, he pulled out of it and made her lay on her back. He got on top and opened her tense legs even more than they were.

"Be receptive to me," he said suavely in a whisper that shook her soul's very sore. "Let your legs fall open… relax…" He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her clit and wet, tight entrance. "Are you ready?"

With her nod, she yelped in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she lost her virginity to her King. She was whining and whimpering beneath him, but he consoled her with gentle kisses to the outer corner of her eyes. He made a few more thrusts to break her in, but she still was extremely tight.

"Oh… i-it hurts!" she exclaimed. "You're too big, Your Infernal Majesty."

He thrust slowly a few more times and whispered: "you'll get used to it. It'll feel good in a minute."

Kate braced herself, her heart racing as she moaned. He was right; once her hymen was truly broken, she felt a strange tingling down below where their bodies conjoined. Michael massaged her breasts softly to make her feel more at ease, and her cries of pain turned to cries of pleasure, feeling sensitive spots she never even knew existed on or in her body.

"Oh my God, oh my God…" she moaned. "AH!"

"See? Isn't it nice?" he moaned. "You feel amazing on me. I may just release right now."

He held her hips and began to hump her roughly, his member going in and out of her much faster than he started out with. Kate began to scream and moan in pleasure, and Michael could detect her heart pounding rapidly under her sternum. Her chest rose and fell at an alarming pace along with her pleasure, and he wanted nothing more than to reach in and rip it out to consume it. However, he needed her to carry his child for the sake of humanity. Within five minutes she had climaxed twice, her virgin body engulfed in the ecstasy before Michael spilled a load into her as well. Before getting off her, he kissed her cheek and put his hand over her chest.

"You are free from such a miserable, restrictive social construct," he said, referring to her virginity. She blushed and smiled, nearly tearing up as she felt her King kissing her cheek. "Thank you for your sacrifice for this kingdom."

"It is an honor," she whimpered happily.

Lastly, it was Mallory's turn. He summoned her forth with a "come here" gesture, but she didn't budge more than a few steps forward. She took a deep breath – I don't want to do this, she thought, I only bowed to him so that I could survive. I don't know why I have to survive, but I have to.

"Come, Mallory," he said with intention. "Don't be afraid."

"W-What if I don't?" she muttered under her breath.

"What did you say?" he asked sternly, his eyes boring holes into her soul.

"I…I don't know if I can do this, Y-Your Majesty," she said, tears flowing from her face as a cool chill ran over her body.

"Come on, it felt so good," Sarah purred. "It's like being destroyed for the better from the inside out."

"Have you ever been with a woman?" Alena suggested. "I can warm you up."

Michael rose from the bed and approached her confidently, circling her nudity like a hawk scanning its prey. This made her increasingly uncomfortable, but he stopped behind her and sensed all of her fear. He took her in his arms, digging his face into her hair and smelling it – it was flowery, somewhat like Misty except without the earthy undertones. With one of his hands, he fondled her breast, and with the other, he had a hold on over her throat, his voice coercive and alluring as he spoke in her ear.

"Let me go," she begged softly.

"You need to let go…" he sighed with soft persuasion, making the hold on her neck tighter; for some odd reason, she found it arousing how he was so willing to dominate her. "What are you so afraid of? We are alike...what is the point of your fear?"

"D-Don't hurt me," she whined.

"Oh no," he whispered, tilting her chin to face him. "It will be painless."

He planted a kiss on the side of her neck, which made her sigh, before he looked at the woman in pure ecstasy on the bed: "ladies, off the bed now."

All of them bolted from their places and went to his feet, kneeling in reverence. He looked down at them and gave one more command: "get dressed. You all may stay to watch, or you may leave and continue with your evening."

Coco and Emily left promptly upon him saying this, whereas Alena, Sarah and Kate all stood by to watch once they got their clothes back on. He led Mallory to the bed and sat down, looking up at her nude body and caressing her legs and pelvis up and down before he started to kiss her knees, moving slightly lower to her shins and then back up to her lower thighs. She began to feel heat pooling between her legs, and he could start to smell the musky, feminine scent as his lips moved up. He knelt, giving her kisses all over her pelvis before taking his fingers and feeling how wet she was. Mallory stifled a moan by biting her lip, shutting her eyes. However, it did feel good; she was not willing to deny that fact. If it didn't cost her life to reject his advances, she would have done that as well.

"Come down here and bend over," he ordered softly.

Mallory complied and got on all fours, and Michael got behind her, stroking his member back to an erect state. While doing so, he moved her hair to the side and kissed the nape of her neck, trailing kisses down her spine. He then started to skillfully finger her intimate area, making her stifle moans throughout. He could feel her getting wetter by the minute, so in one swift movement, he brought her ass up to his face, still on all fours, and worked his tongue against her pussy.

"Please…" she moaned. "Oh…"

He ignored her as his tongue toyed her clit. He moved to dip the tip of his tongue into her entrance, licking around the entrance before trailing up to her other hole. Mallory gasped at the sensation, moaning with a mixture of gratification and disgust. He moved up between her cheeks and probed her other hole with his tongue, making her squirm. This was one sexual act he could never do with his wife, because she was not very open in the bedroom. He noticed her grasping the satin sheets and panting before he went back down and gave her folds one last suck before outright shoving his thick girth inside her.

"Ow!" she yelped.

"It's alright, Mallory," he said, thrusting a few times more, "you're just tight."

Her pelvis began to tense up with nervousness once again, but Michael felt her walls squeezing around him in the process, making him thrust more powerfully into her for added sensation. He couldn't have cared any less if she was crying out in pain or pleasure, but for all he knew, she came twice during his pumping. In the interim, she felt her skin being caressed by Michael's long fingers. After she came one more time, he pumped his load into her. As he did, he felt his eyes turn pitch black, and the candles around the mattress briefly burst into one single flame before they retired back down to smaller, individual flames.

He found himself saying the following as the orgy drew to a close, still inside Mallory from behind: "Ave Satanas".

A/N:

I won't sugarcoat it, I actually loved writing the orgy scene. It is something I totally picture Michael doing, repopulating the world with some of his demon spunk. Misty hates it, but he's King so... he's the MAN... kinda.

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