With that little kerfluffle over and done with, you have the prisoners brought into the dungeon for now while you go look for your sister, likely having gone off towards her rooms again. It isn't long until you arrive and knock on her door, whence she opens said door and ushers you inside.

"Okay, so I've tried this out already, and the palace thingy is amazing! I have no idea how to bring souls out the way you do, though. Also, I got another thing, but I have no idea where it came from, so I wanted to wait until you came before trying it out."

"Alright, but if it involves either acid or fire, I'm right out of here."

With a slight pout, Sarah concentrates a bit and shakes a little bit, the way you have already started associating with transformations people haven't gotten used to yet.

In short order, Sarah transforms and twists into... a cute little fox, crawling out of her clothes.

"Aww, you're so cute! Even cuter than usual, I mean." As you speak, you gently stroke her head, causing her to let out little yipping sounds and cuddle into your hand.

Taking little fox Sarah onto your lap, the two of you spend a little time just enjoying each other's company before she jumps off and transforms back.

"Wait, that wasn't why I wanted you here! And... now I'm naked again." With a sigh, Sarah bends over to gather up the clothes she crawled out of earlier and gets dressed again.

"For the record, my power, like, the parahuman one, worked just fine while I was a fox. I also noticed I don't get headaches anymore from it. At all. This is great."

"Happy to hear you're doing better. So, you do any exploring in your castle yet?"

"Nope, I just took a quick look and came back. I wasn't sure how much time I had on it."

"Once you take a bit of time for it, keep in mind time works differently in relation to the rest of reality inside there, so you may get a few hours or you may lose hours for a few minutes of poking your head in. I'd really recommend you go for looking at what happens inside first so you can gauge the difference."

The next few hours are spent in much the same manner; you explaining and answering questions while the both of you think up ideas and hypotheses on how stuff works, interspersed with the occasional anecdote of you using a power in a specific way.

Overall, a lot of fun is had.


Leaving your sister to acclimate to her new state of bring for now, you wander off towards the dungeons, specifically the better cells normally reserved for high-ranking prisoners.

You'd actually taken a look at both dungeons before, and you can confirm the difference. The cells for the normal plebs have some hay to sleep in and that's it, whereas the better cells have actual beds, a chamberpot and aren't even drafty, to boot.

The demon commander apparently made sure your personal captives were thrown in there, which is a good thing considering you were too busy helping your sister adjust after turning her to pay attention to any of this crap, though you suppose you may as well do it now.

Which brings you here, to the other side of the prison bars keeping your spoils securely in their new residences.

They didn't bother having the two of them change, though the demons at least made sure to disarm them at some point after you handed them off.

"Release us, fiend!" The one you decided to call priestess demands, even as the other one just glares at you silently. Well then, how shall you do this?

"Shut up and listen," You say, staring both of them down.

"I'm afraid only one of you two will remain unmolested, though I don't have enough time to rape both of you. Convince me you don't deserve to be fucked."

"You expect us to-" Priestess begins, before being interrupted by Phillip's daughter (temporary designation).

"He is trying to make us fight each other," she says in a cold tone.

"I am. The question is, is it working?"

You smile wryly at her.


"This is outrageous! I am a pure priestess of the goddess, just viewing my untainted body is a crime worthy of severe punishment!"

"Wouldn't have guessed it from the way you're dressed, divine slut."

"Slut? SLUT?! I'll have you know it was YOUR father's fault we're in this situation in the first place! If he didn't get himself killed like an idiot, or better yet, hadn't led us all into this goddess-forsaken hellhole to start with, we wouldn't be here!"

"That's not fair and you kno-"

"You! This is all her fault, so she gets to be violated to pay for it! I demand that you rape her!"

Well now, you sure didn't expect such... vehemence.

"Oh, the question of who deserves to be raped was more along the lines of who is more annoying. You go first."

As you speak, you open the jail cell, the keys having been handed to you by the warden before you even came in. She tries to struggle and/or run for a moment, but you stop that short by activating your intimidating aura, leading to her eyes widening and her pissing herself. Pathetic.

"Also, Phillip was a military genius of the highest caliber, I should know, his soul works for me now. But you little slut just tried to make a demand of me... that was a mistake. Just for that, I'll take my time to break you in. Actually, on the topic of who is to blame for your miserable defeat, if anyone is to blame it's your goddess and your king for making you march to the beat of a genocidal war drum. So in essence, your goddess sent you here and has abandoned you to my tender mercies without a second thought. Tell me, would she care if I took your soul right now?"

The shivering piece of meat glares at you defiantly.

"The Goddess Protects."

"And as I may have mentioned before, does she protect you enough?"

Not waiting another moment, you're on her, your claws tearing through her skimpy top and cutting through that hilarious excuse for a loincloth, leaving her just about naked and at your mercy.

You just don't have any.

Ignoring her as she tries to scratch you, pull herself away from you, do anything to make you stop, you grasp her by her waist, twirl around and push her against the prison bars, finally taking a moment to free your erect manhood from your trousers while holding her up with your other hand.

Pressing your way into her virgin pussy, you can't help but smile at her pain-filled cry she lets out as you take her first time, not that it slows you down from going bottoming out into her tight canal. Though it soon turns out you can't fit your whole dick inside her, about a third remaining outside as your tip presses against her womb.

"Take it out! It hurts!" She hisses between clenched teeth.

"Sorry, not sorry, but we're just getting started."

Slowly withdrawing from her depths, you pierce inside again hard, quickly establishing a rhythm as you rail her against the open wall of her cell, smiling wryly at the daughter in the opposite cell, currently averting her eyes the moment she realized what you were doing.

It isn't long, however, before her wails of pain and humiliation take on an entirely different tone, starting to sound more pleasured and still humiliated. Ah well, you're just too good at this, you suppose, or maybe this one was always a slut deep down and never realized it.

You tell her as much, too.

"Hah, who'd have thought the holy woman would be this perverse? Almost makes me think the priesthood is just a gathering for the deviants of human society! Bet the goddess just wants to keep the worst offenders to herself for later!"

She doesn't noticeably react to your insinuations, though you note she actually gets tighter downstairs. The little cunt really enjoys this secretly, huh?

You make it a point to keep belittling and calling her humiliating names, and all too soon, she clenches around your intrusion, screaming out her orgasm for half a minute, easily.

You don't stop fucking her all throughout her cumming, and before long, you come yourself on her second orgasm. Filling her up, you grin down at her exhausted face.

"We aren't done yet, got it? I'm still not through defiling you properly."

Letting her stew on that for a moment, you lean back a bit before taking a whole step back, catching her body as it slides down the bars before twisting it around, her still impaled on your diamond-hard erection.

The end result is you holding up the freely hanging priestess by the waist and a tit, carefully sliding out of her pussy... before ramming yourself home up her ass, causing renewed screaming as the pain helps her find her strength again, grabbing onto the bars as she throws her head back up, looking squarely over at the daughter.

You can't see it, but the priestess is likely mouthing something over at her cell neighbor, considering she silently forms 'It's okay' back at her. You can't help but grin at this development, your prick vehemently moving back and forth along her tight ring and into her cute little ass. Looks like the two have already started mentally 'dealing' with their new situation... which is honestly just the next step for you, given your other abilities.

It takes her a lot longer to get used to it this time, but eventually, she actually comes from getting her ass fucked violently, leading you to pour your seed into her clenching tunnel. Casually throwing her over onto her cell's bed, you wink over at the daughter, a scowl on her face and a blush nevertheless spreading across her cheeks.

"Enjoyed the show?"

"Oh right, before I forget it," you say, making the daughter tense up even as the priestess has a hard time staying coherent, "I will need the two of you to drink some of my blood."

"Isn't that what you did to that girl that started killing prisoners?" The daughter asks.

"I did turn my sister, yes, but this is a whole 'nother thing. It mainly just allows me to track you down in case you ever manage to escape, is all," you lie through your teeth. She doesn't protest any further, just slumps her shoulders as she nods. Good.

The priestess, meanwhile, is still busy basking in the afterglow and/or too exhausted to react to her environment. Not that it stops you from steadily thralling them both- the slut can swallow just fine, after all.

Leaving the dungeons behind, you return to your rooms, getting back to training your monstrous form, specifically the speed at which you can recover from using it.

Having sent your mad doctor out to go interrogate the prisoners for any useful intel, as well as their personal morality (hey, you gotta see about getting some good food intake, it's a thing) after spending most of the day training, you take a secret tunnel leading from one of the basement rooms you have access to even during the day over into the keep, where the dungeons lie.

And may you just take a moment to enjoy just how useful your shadow power is in moments of boredom? Like, honestly, you've discovered a whole bunch of secret passages, though you haven't yet figured out how to normally open all of them, though your ability to slip through the slightest crack as a shadow lets you use them anyways.

It's just a nice little thing to puzzle over when you have a few minutes here and there, is all.

So, here you are, ready to have some more fun with your prisoners. But what exactly are you going to do?

Coming into the dungeons proper, you smile at your captured damsels in distress.

"Hello everyone. How are you feeling today?"

Both of the prisoners just glare at you, but they do make sure to look at you properly. Good, means they're afraid enough of you to try and avoid disrespecting you.

"Say, how about stretching your legs a little, little priestess? I'd imagine you'd love the chance to."

Blushing, she averts her eyes a little.

"'m still sore."

"No worries, we can keep it short. Come, come, just out of your cell for a bit."

You usher her out of her cell after opening it, her steps a little wobbly and tentative. Guess she really is still sore after the treatment you put her through yesterday night.

Not that it will stop you.

Letting out your malevolent smile, you stroke the priestess' hair a little as you gesture towards the daughter.

"Hey, why don't we have her kiss you a little better, hm? A little love goes a long way to letting people get over small stuff like this."

When both of them freeze for a moment, you let your teeth show for a moment, never easing up on your happy smile.

"What I'm saying is, step up to the bars and make out with her, or else I'm throwing you back in and raping her instead."

Both of them stare at you, then each other with widening eyes, before you roughly push your priestess over to the cell bars in question.

"Well? Get to it. I don't have all day, and I can always default to more rape if you'd prefer that instead."

With a big blush, the still naked priestess leans onto the bars and pleads with the daughter.

"Please, let's just do as he says. No need to get you raped, too."

She has a conflicted frown on her face, but soon enough the daughter steps forth and makes out with the priestess. You, of course, can't exactly just stand there passively, so you step behind the priestess and start to idly molest her cute little ass.

She gasps, but a quick "I didn't tell you to stop..." in a warning tone has them resuming their activities. It isn't much longer until you're steadily pumping your newly freed dick into her pussy, making sure not to interrupt their makeout session.

At the end of it all, you came inside her a few times, the priestess is a drooling mess and the daughter can't help the persistent blush on her cheeks. All in all, you'd say you've done some good work.

Alright then, you suppose it's about time you got off your ass and went to do that whole distraction thing. Mentally contacting Sarah, you tell her you're off to do so, her in turn mentioning she's going to be busy practicing her domination power on some of the prisoners.

You're so proud. Seriously.

Anyways, with that all taken care of, you go to grab your wyvern zombies, they might come in handy for this, and tell your mad doctor you're about to desummon him for a bit, he can just come back to what he was doing later, etc., with that out of the way, you summon your compass soul and order it to point you towards the most prosperous human farming village along the north side of the border.

While the border is pretty diagonal when viewed from a properly north-facing map, it still has a distinctively northern half which is even closer to the demon capital than the southern half, so soon you take off atop one of your two mounts, racing through the air.

The absence of concerns such as stamina, need for food and biological processes in general means your flying undead can keep up their top speed nonstop, really cutting down on travel times.


A few hours of flight later, your supernaturally enhanced senses allow you to see the dark and silent village from afar. So, your initial plan is to summon your discount militia and shockwave soul, then have them mow through the three dozen or so buildings in the central area, using fire, shock and awe to blast right through.

Actual casualties, while decent, likely won't be anywhere near total, you'll mainly be relying on the fire from discounitia's molotovs to ravage the fields and buildings.

Okay, all that's left now is to summon your minions and get to work.

Doing so, you swiftly grab both of them before they manage to fall off of your ride.

"You see that village over there," you say as you nod towards the site of your first raid, "You two are gonna help me raid it. I don't give a fuck about any survivors, but I want lots of casualties, destroyed buildings and all their crops fucked. You got that?"

Receiving affirmations, you order your undead wyvern to land in the middle of the village square. Not waiting for any of the inhabitants and/or guards, if they have any, to come and investigate the noise, you gesture for your souls to get to work, even as you walk over towards a house to smash the door in with your claws, bursting in and swiftly murdering the family of four that used to live in here.

They didn't even have time to realize what's going on. Could it be you're actually pretty good at this?

Anyways, coming out, your eyes confirm what your ears were telling you; half the village is on fire or about to be, and a bunch of villagers are trying to either run away or stop your slave souls.

Both of which have delightful (to you) results. Really, shockwave guy can splatter a human body over an astounding surface area if he gets a good hit in.


It is after the majority of the buildings are on fire and you have Militia Discount move on to setting the fields on fire that he shuffles a little awkwardly and asks you a question.

"Hey, uh, boss, what's your opinion on raping a few bitches on the job? Like, not complaining about stretching my legs a little, I like this line o' work and all, but would it bother ya if we took a short break after everything's on fire?"

He nods towards a woman running away from the carnage with two girls in tow, most likely her daughters. Well, what do you say to that? With the timeframes you're working at, five minutes of rape here and there wouldn't be an issue, but do you really give enough of a fuck about your souls to bother?

Speaking a little louder so shockwave can understand you, you answer the question in the most concise way you can think of.

"We're on a schedule, you got five minutes."

Earning two nasty grins, the three of you then split up to rifle through the fleeing survivors in sight, you yourself catching up to and snatching up the fleeing family.

You do have to hurry things along for a bit, so after tearing the mother's clothes right off and rutting her into the ground for a bit, you finish inside her and grab one of her kids, both of whom refused to keep on running like the mother tried to ask before you smashed her face into the ground, doing much the same to that one.

Figuring that you have a little surplus time left, you make it a point to fuck the youngest one the hardest, coming in both her little pussy and ass, before you just kill all three and return to the village proper after mentally signaling your minions their time's up.

Alright then, the village is pretty much destroyed, the survivors have no homes to return to once the fires take their course and you're pretty sure there won't be any food coming from these fields.

A successfull raid, you'd say.

Still, there's a few finishing touches left before you're done with this place and can move along to the next. Concentrating a little, you slowly but surely make the blood spread everywhere by both you and your minions converge on your location, letting it flow up your body and into your mouth. As you do so, you recite the chant to collect soul fragment for a moment before you resume eating, having to repeat a few times while walking around to get them all.

With all your business here done and a procedure established for how you're raiding villages, you once more unsummon your souls for transit, use your compass soul, mount one of your wyverns, and off you go.

You have a whole humanity to pillage and burn your way through, after all. Or at least all of its farming villages near your borders, same thing.

Up and down the border you go, scything through the villagers of the region as easily as they did through wheat before you came along. It's almost too easy, really.

On the way, you vigorously rape a few farmer's wives, daughters, whoever catches your fancy, really. Unfortunately, you can't really take your time to eat anyone, though a few more uses of hemokinesis keep you fed well enough. The many violent deaths also result in an abundance of soul fragments for you to harvets along the way, in fact.

With all of that raiding done with, though, you note it will be daytime soon, so it may be a good idea to search for a lair for now sometime soon.

Using a combination of your compass soul and your coil soul, you figure out which overall direction it is worth looking for a lair more, eventually ending up with you in a natural little cave hidden inside a small waterfall.

It is deep enough for you to be safe during the day and quite appreciably scenic, though rather loud on the other hand. Still, it'll do for a day.


Imbuing one of the wyverns and summoning the two souls you want for this, the mad doctor and discountilitia, you give them their orders and off they are.

Just to be safe, you're making sure to keep a mental channel between yourself and them open, even as you shift most of your attention towards contacting Sarah and telling her about the hooting shit you got up to over the night, with her laughing at the odd ripped anus and telling you about the funny moments of her experiments with dominating the imprisoned soldiers.

In fact, you're fairly sure she may decide to work off some of her backed-up libido by forcing a few of them to rape each other while she watches just to see how far they come before they manage to stop themselves. Makes you really happy your demons managed to take so many prisoners, too.

Your sister deserves all the toys in the world, after all. Though you may need to get her a few girls of her own to play with.

Once night falls, you fly off aboard the wyvern zombie you kept around, using your telepathic abilities to meet up with your little raiding party again. Together, the lot of you fly towards the southwest, with you changing out currently summoned souls as needed to use your compass soul.

Soon enough, you resume business just the same as yesterday, though you actually refrain from rape every now and then after a while; while it's great fun, it also has a tendency to become monotonous to an extent once it's become routine.

Still, you bust your share of nuts, and soon enough you've spent all night pillaging, raping and burning down fields. Felt a lot shorter than it was, though that's really just your perception for a bit there. Perfect memory lets you see as much in retrospect, though it's not like you needed it for that.

Finding yourself a nice, deep cave in the middle of nowhere with the help of your two souls, you desummon them and have your wyverns come inside, with more than enough time to house the two reptilian bodies.

With your daily ritual done with, you summon your compass soul and Mush, ordering the two of them to move into a forest nearby the town you remember from the few maps of human border lands the princess had available, already planning for your big raid tonight.

Their mission will be to stay hidden and have Mush grow to a comfortable size to act as a small siege engine, using both their powers to full effect.

You, meanwhile, are already thinking about what you're planning to do during the day, mainly messing around with your cool monster form, though you sure won't actually use it until the right time comes.

Idly finishing up with the twists to your powers and finally managing to reverse the transformation of your genitals to your monstrous form (and boy, suddenly having that changed, with your dick not fitting into your pants anymore was awkward for a while), you contact the souls you sent out to ask how their thing was going.

They had a few close calls during the day, especially once Mush became a bit bigger and slower, but thanks to your compass' power, they managed to avoid anyone venturing into the forest.

Casually fusing a few of your fragemts together to save space, you imbue the shard that feels somehow hot into a wyvern zombie, causing it to noticeably heat up and further heatwaves to burst out of its mouth.

Good enough, you suppose.

With all that done and over with, you mount your unheated undead and fly out of the cave you spent the day in, meeting up with your souls you sent to spend the day preparing. It takes a bit longer to actually find them than you'd like, but a few mental conversations later you arrive.

Mush has actually gotten pretty big, around the size of a house standing up. Which is why he is making sure not to stand up, of course, but yeah, here you are.


Okay, then, time to get started. Unsummoning your compass soul and getting out your Militia Lite, you order the two souls under your control to slowly approach the little town and wait for your signal to join your attack, the same going for your undead wyverns.

Also, you just realized, but didn't you just throw together a dragon-knockoff? Because if this thing actually works like you think it does, it will be great for burning down this place.

Still, for now, time you use your owl form for a bit, flapping your way upwards above the town, surveying it for a moment. People have just started going home for the day, what with the recent sunset, so it's high time you get to it before you won't have an audience.

Picking out a nice little plaza with lots of foot traffic (not like there's any other traffic around right now), you gauge the trajectory for a moment before building up some speed and detransforming up in the air, letting you drop right in the middle of the mass of people going about their day.

A few spot you and point, but before anyone really has time to react, you land atop a raised little platform, most likely a place for town-criers and other such folk to convey messages to the populace, or maybe for entertainers, or what passes for such in medieval societies to perform.

Not like it matters. It will work for your purposes. Conspicuously clearing your throat, you address the crowd.


Activating your intimidating aura and striking an impressive pose, you begin speaking.

"Attention, Humans of Thule! Congratulations! You managed to use the divine magics of the Goddess of Light to call forth the Summoned Heroes and slay the Demon King... Which was a terrible mistake. By using the Rituals of the Goddess of Light you have broken the ancient pact between Light and Darkness. You have invited a new level of power into this conflict. Me. Summoned forth by the Goddess of Darkness as retaliation for the transgressions of the Goddess of Light, I AM GABRIEL, THE DEMON LORD!

I have turned back your weak armies, I have killed your most reknown general and took his soul for my own. I have burnt down villages up and down your border and left my abominations to wreak havoc upon your lands. I have slain the Buffer Hero, and even now his corpse is paraded in my Demon Capital, a testament to your doom. Remember, you asked for this. You opened the door to your annihilation, and to the heroes? I have a message for you: 'You Pearl Harbor'd this shit, get ready for a new Hiroshima'."

At the end of your little impromptu speech, a resounding breach can be heard, the nearest city wall, as you know, being torn down by Mush, at the same time as your wyverns start to attack the city, the fire one using flaming breath (you knew it!) to start fires all along its first strafing run and the other one flying right into the largest mass of people it can see and savaging the survivors with all it has.

You, meanwhile, trigger your monstrous transformation, towering atop your little island of attention amongst a mass of people.

The screams start, and you lunge.

Lifting one of the panicking townsfolk with a hand, you discover that yes, you do have a mouth in this form. In full view of the crowd, you open a newly appearing split across your face, revealing a cavity filled with needle-like teeth, but no tongue, that you push your screaming victim's upper body inside whole before biting down.

Yummy.

The crowd, while in the throes of confused panic, is still trying to push their way out of the plaza, though disappointingly few people are getting trampled underfoot. Not that you mind all that much, more survivors means rumors spreading easier, but still.

So you vigorously tear through the throng of people, randomly eating and striking people down with your long arms. Before long, you arrive at one of the exits of the open space, though you randomly change course to kill a few more people.

It is at this point that several men in armor arrive at the scene, trying to corral the people and confront you. Surprisingly brave of them, really.

Not that it will save them.

Jumping upwards while flapping your wings and negating gravity on yourself for a moment, you dive down with all your might, impacting the middle of their formation and throwing them into disarray with wild blows in all directions before just... bounding away again.

There's a whole town full of people for you to torment, after all, and the brunt of the work is done by your arson-inclined minions.

Making your way into an area full of nicely decorated little shops and workshops, sometimes flying and grabbing the buildings to both sides to move along faster and giving your flaming wyvern a quick nod, surprisingly enough actually communicating what you want to it.

Happy with the soldiers/peacekeepers to your back being cooked alive in their armors (both the smell and sound arousing your appetite), you proceed to eat the fleeing civilians, some of them coming out of their workshops, even. Quite considerate of them. Of course, it wouldn't do to give anyone illusions of being safe, so you use your enhanced senses and bloodsight to pinpoint cowering snacks right out of their hiding places, producing wonderful screams and crunching noises after you pull them out.

Before long, run out of easy meals, though, so you bound along, changing locations frequently until you come upon a sight that catches your eyes.

Looks like a girl was practicing her painting when night fell and you pulled your little spiel, and she was just in the process of putting away her stuff when you find her. Either she was so engrossed in what she was doing she completely missed the fleeing people running away from you or she saw them, but figured whatever it was, she'd have enough time for this before following them.

Silently tapping her shoulder, you would grin at this situation if you had a discernible mouth, but as it is, you just wait as she turns her head and sees you, her eyes slowly widening as she beholds who wanted her attention.

"Uhm... Can I help you, Mr. Monster?"


Dipping a claw into one of the colors on her palette, you spell out your question on the ground next to her.

'What are you painting?'

"Oh, I am painting the street here, with lots of people all along it! Do you have an interest in painting?"

Going for a different color this time, you have to dip into her colors a few times to write what you want to say this time. You also realize at this moment that you're writing in an alphabet you're entirely unfamiliar with, though you can read and write in it just fine. Interesting.

'You could say that, yes. In fact, I'd say I'm pretty good at it, though I cheat with perfect memory of anything I've seen.'

She gasps.

"That's amazing, Mr. Monster! Makes me really envious, really! Though, wouldn't that get boring and stale after a while, just replicating what you saw? It's the little changes people make when they draw that give paintings character! Also, you haven't answered my question yet, did you want something?"

Nodding your head, you answer her, all the while covertly moving your other hand into position.

'I am perfectly capable of changing things even if I remember them perfectly, and I can think up entirely original things just fine. As for what I'm here for, I am currently raiding this little town to the ground, but when I saw you, I decided to take a moment to see what you were doing, rape you, maybe keep you if you're good at what you do. You are, by the way.'

Her Art skill has been revealed to be rank 3

"Oh, I see, I- wait, what?"

Your non-writing hand grabs her around the waist at that moment, pulling her off her seat and pressing her against the nearest wall, your other hand coming up to use your claws to carefully cut through her clothes, from nape to groin, mostly ignoring her struggling and screaming.

Freeing your enormous dick, you take a moment to enjoy the sight as you peel her out of her clothing, her semi-naked body a nice view, before you set the tip of your cock onto her entrance.

"Please, please, that'll never fit, it's just way too biii-"

She is cut off by you pressing your way inside (totally fitting), stretching her love canal to admit your enhanced size into her. You can fit about a third of it inside before hitting her womb, not that that slows you down as you press into her for a moment longer before withdrawing, then slamming your way back home, now holding her by the waist and basically jerking yourself off with her.

She's twitching a bit, but you suppose she's just too overcome with sensation, so you keep on going for a while before realizing she actually came and is coming again periodically as you use her, her body trying to clench down on your cock, but being too stretched around you to really do more than twitch. Cute.

Soon enough, you come, flooding her womb with your cum and making it dribble out around your dick. Pulling out, a small wave of your white sperm blorts out of her, with your erstwhile toy just sagging down in your hands.

Contemplating that you might be building up a pattern with your rapes at this point, you nevertheless lay your still erect monstrous manhood onto her ass, slowly dragging its length down her cheeks until the tip is poking her anus.

Turning her head towards you, eyes wide as dinner plates, your little painter swallows hard.

"You, uhm," she coughs and chokes a little before continuing in a hoarse voice, "You wouldn't ever try to fit that back there, would you? I've heard about that, but it absolutely can't fit, no matter what, and it wouldn't feel good at all and please-"

You once more cut her off by pushing forwards, her entire body going rigid and her fists clenching as she lets out a long, drawn-out gasp as you slowly increase the pressure until, slowly, very slowly, the tip of your dick, lubed up by your cum and her juices, begins to press into her ring, forcing the muscle to give way to your prodigious size even without the increase.

It takes much longer than you'd have thought, but eventually, she regains her faculties enough to resume her little struggles, swinging her legs and arms around, to little effect. Honestly, the way her legs sway in the air is just putting a pleasurable amount of pressure onto your cockhead as it invades her ass, and before long, with a small plop, your head enters fully, to a pressed "Oooooooooooooh," from your victim.

Carefully and slowly, you draw her towards you, a small bulge appearing along her abdomen as your dick rearranges her insides, with you pulling out and pressing inside again repeatedly, just a little deeper each time.

Soon enough, you can fit a little over two thirds of your length into her, though you're somewhat hesitant to press in further for fear of severely hurting her (more than rape does normally, duh), and, surprisingly enough, she actually actually comes with far too much manflesh buried in her.

"Hhnnnnngh, sho biiigh..."

Well, you know the drill by this point, building up a steady rhythm until you come again, her coming once more by the time you're twitching and expulsing your cum deep into her.

Carefully pulling out entirely, you set her back down on her earlier perch, grabbing her head and pulling it against your dick. You want her to clean you up, but she's too fuckdrunk and high on sensations to really communicate at this point, so you just stroke her head for a few moments, making her cuddle into your entire front and squishing your erection against what's left of her clothes up front.

You would be smiling wryly at this point if you had a mouth, but as it is, you just draw upon her hair to clean yourself off, basically using it as a cumrag. You learned the hard way with Sarah that a girl's hair is important, so this is doubly amusing to you.


Estimating the direction you need to go, you use your wings and weightlessness to just fly over the buildings in the way after you jump up the walls nearby.

It isn't hard to spot the largest concentrations of armed and/or armored individuals moving around, and even with one of your hands occupied with your little painter, it is easy to surprise your enemies from above, smashing onto them and killing a few in the initial few seconds of every encounter.

Soon, though, you find the source of these guys, a small complex of several buildings disgorging groups of soldiers. You, of course, immediately barge through the doors, ripping them from their hinges, eating a few latecomers that still didn't suit up. One group, though, is a fun little diversion.

"Clarice? That monster has Clarice!" A young man shouts, his blade drawn and actually charging at you. You, of course, see this opportunity for what it is and hold her in front of you, making him stop short and promptly get punted out the nearest window hard enough to break his neck. Hilarious.

The other soldiers watching the scene don't seem to think so, but what do they know? You're a great comedian.

Meh. Wiping them out, you take a moment to gaze at the armory of this place, mostly empty, but with a few swords lying ready to be taken. Eh, not like you actually have a use for a sword.

Unfortunately, it is at this point you realize you're about to run out of time, so you exit the building through the nearest wall with a quick application of your shoulder, and fly off.


Meeting up with your minions after ordering them, with handsigns in the case of your undead and mental communication for your souls telling them what to do, the lot of you pull out of the city, having wrecked it quite thoroughly.

On your way out, you note at least four major fires flaring up all over the town, growing larger, even as the inhabitants try to quell fires all over the place. Swathes of destruction and/or desolation are torn through the whole place, clear signs of Mush having rammed his way through whatever he saw. Speaking of which, said minion is currently leaving behind most of the stuff he picked up on the way, letting him move around faster and more easily. Weapons guy is riding on his shoulder the whole way, sticking to him just as you told him to.

Once you're all out, you return into the forest you came in from, taking stock of everything and ensuring your wyverns aren't too damaged. They took a few arrows, the odd spear wound and what you guess are the traces of attack spells, but their scales protected them from the worst of everything. Good to know.

Taking a moment to go over everything that just happened while you transform back into your normal form, you readjust your grip on your new pet painter.

Now, you'll need to move out of this forest soon-ish, the farther away you get from the town you just set on fire, the easier it'll be to hide in case anyone tries to come after you, it's mainly heroes you're worried about on that end... though you doubt they'll be an actual concern for a few days or so, depending on how quickly they can actually move around.

Reports tended to be inconsistent on the topic, though how much of that came from any possible heroic power, smart intelligence security or just plain them splitting up on occasion, you have no idea.

Either way, no point in standing around here, now is there?

Well, for starters, it'd sure be one big waste for all of those recently deceased people's leftovers to just rot away, so you deposit the unconscious form of your newest toy on the forest floor for a bit and have your undead watch over her while you go take care of that.

Using your owl form to infiltrate the place is child's play; while these guys seem to be watching the skies, which isn't surprising considering you both dropped down from the sky to make your initial announcement and flew off when you were done, not to mention your flying minions, but none of them are watching out for freaking birds.

Now, of course owls usually wouldn't come near all the noise and hubbub, but nobody pays you any mind as you take your time to fly inside while avoiding the men lining the walls. You are somewhat limited in terms of where you can safely detransform to cast your spell, and you don't get good coverage of all the places you'd like to, but still, it's a decent amount of fragments you fly off with when you're done.

Grabbing your still living spoils of the raid, you mount the wyvern that doesn't cook your behind when you sit on it and have it fly off, back to the demon capital. Overall, you have to say these were a very fruitful few days of wanton butchery, honestly.

Building up a connection to Sarah, you tell her about what you did and how it went. She needs to ask for a moment to get out of the dungeons and find the princess just to keep her updated on relevant information for the ongoing war.

Incidentally, a few human scouts have tentatively entered demon-controlled territory, likely to confirm the vague rumors going around after your recent slaughter of human armies. Ever a step behind, these people that cannot simply fly over the mountains dividing the kingdoms.

But no matter, you will get to them (or not) soon enough. For now you just mention to Sarah that you kinda felt bad about how you just can't find the time to regularly teach her how to sketch, paint and all that good stuff, so you went and grabbed her a teacher for the odd hours she had nothing better to do.

...and sure, she's still leaking a little, but otherwise, she's in top condition!

You totally raped her, didn't you?

I did, and in my big, montrous demon form, to boot.

...And she's still alive?

She is, no worries. If in doubt, we can just have a healing mage throw some magic at her and she'll be right as rain.

If you say so. Though if she breaks before I get to make proper use of her, you're getting me a new one.

Don't worry, don't worry, I will. So, about those prisoners you forced to eat each other...

The flight takes a while, but it feels much shorter with your sister to chat.


Arriving at your usual courtyard, you have the servants already on standby lead the wyvern zombies off, noting that you really should take a few minutes later to repair them just out of general consideration- even if the damage was negligible, patching it up is still just prudent. Also, those servants keep on becoming more and more competent, seriously.

Still, as you head underground into your rooms, you can't help but look forwards to seeing Sarah again in person. And hand heeerand your cargo was taken along by one of the maids, likely to be washed and dressed before being handed on.

Like, that's not a bad thing, wrapping your gift up before giving it and all, but you're still a little put off by how they seem to have a standard procedure for obviously raped people you take back to the palace. Like, this is the first time you're doing this, so how?

Okay, first of all, delegation. The more work you delegate, the further you can come on your personal projects, so you first have one of the maids carry on the message that you'd like to meet Sarah and the princess later, then summon your mad doctor to resume his interrogation of as many prisoners as he can, then have another maid (do they multiply by themselves here, too?) lead you to the detached stables they use for your undead, using one of the underground passages to get there (because of course there are covert ways to get there), applying your corpse-twisting spell to your undead wyverns to patch a few holes, rearrange a few scales and transplant a few stomach muscles onto the wings.

Good as new, really.

Once you're back in your own place, you take a comfortable seat and enter your inner palace, having your own maids fetch all the souls with a background in engineering you ate so far and take stock of them for a moment before getting down to what you want.

While none of them have any concrete idea on how to assemble a printing press, some of them do know the general thought behind one, so you send them to the workshop to trial and error their way into throwing together a functioning blueprint that you can then improve on.

You could do a much better job of it yourself, of course, or just wait out your time on this world, then look up how the printing press was originally made on the internet, but why wait when you can just get them to do it now and go from there? Not like they have anything better to do, after all.

Now, onto your usual daily ritual, then the meeting, then you're finally off to train for the rest of the day.


Coming out of your trance just moments before Sarah and the princess arrive, you invite them in upon the door being knocked and the three of you open up into your usual round of information sharing, idea exchanges and general organizationally important stuff being taken care of at the highest level of statecraft.

Good thing being a politician basically means stomping heads in for demons, among other things. This way, you can keep all the fun to yourself while the boring stuff is taken care of. Though you suppose you may need to add a few new officials to reduce your sister's workload- most of the old ones either died in the war or went missing, after all.

Though, as it turns out, some of them actually managed to return rather than stay missing amongst the soldiers that fled from the King's Demise, as some historians have tentatively named the battle that ended with the old demon king's death. They're very hesitant to actually call it that decisively for fear of you taking offense, apparently. Not that it matters, though.

So, demon administrative and military positions are beginning to refill themselves with the survivors trickling back in after the human armies' demise, while humanity has enough to deal with for now due to an uptick in banditry and food shortages to come shortly in their territories, especially closer to the border, hopefully buying you some time before you have to deal with organized opposition.

You're still on a timer, but that timer has been extended significantly, unless the humans decide to suddenly change the ways they use the heroes and send a team of them into demon territory. They did so far insist on keeping their balled might in one place, letting them push through most opposition while keeping risks to them to a minimum, after all.

Regardless, even if they change gears, the humans are currently being stalled out by you completely on a strategical level. They can recover from everything that you did so far or at least paper over the cracks, but that would involve a lot of logistical efforts and moving troops around on their end, with their logistical apparatus already severely strained from the first massive army they sent this way, making the largest danger the heroes, who don't require most of all that jazz, but actually risking them?

The heroes aren't just their largest lump of firepower in one place, they are extreme morale boosters for both their soldiers and civilians. The only reason they allowed the booster guy to run around freely was that they assumed the only real danger, that being the demon king, was taken out.

In light of this overall situation, you have several avenues of action to further your cause. First of all, the humans have sent a team of spies over the mountain range representing the border between the kingdoms, likely in response to their armies being wiped out and/or turned away. You could obliterate them, or you could decide to leave them be. Not like knowing you exist gives them a way to combat you, after all.

Secondly, the border region itself. Most of it is an impassable mountain range, as you can confirm after flying over and along it at several points in the last few days. Crossing it without the ability to fly is impossible except at a few points, the most central of which is commonly known as the Border Fortress, controlling the only path large enough to get an army across the mountains on foot with any decent speed. It used to be in demon control for the last few centuries, not that it helped them to attack the numerically superior humans, but they used the natural bottleneck to negate that same advantage and stop any serious military offensive short.

Retaking the fortress would secure the kingdom as it used to before the heroes came, and, somewhat more importantly in your situation even, it would lift spirits all across the nation. The Border Fortress is not only a tactically important location, it is both the guardian of demonkind and the sign it was too weak to stand tall, given it fell on the same occasion that the demon king was defeated by the heroes. Taking control of it would be a message just as much as it would be an advantage in the war, and the message may just be more useful.

Lastly, the few spies the princess has stationed in the human wilderness report the formation of several groups of bandits, given that not every soldier is alright with basically being enslaved into service for twice their original term after deserting from that last fight in the heartlands, and there are a lot of survivors that made it back through the fortress and just... failed to show up again.

You could use this, maybe have them attack specific targets of your choice once all hell breaks loose due to the several bands of them and the aforementioned food shortages, or maybe you could downright recruit them if you did it right and use them as additional troops once the time of your big offensive comes around. Or take them back into demon territory, you suppose, though integrating them into demon society would be... challenging, and also require you to have taken the Border Fortress first.

Ah well, thoughts for later. For now, you thank your interlocutors for their time, pull your fingers out of the demon princess' pussy and make her lick them clean, then pet a transformed Sarah for a while before finally getting back to your training regime.


Paying a little visit to Sarah, you invite her to come along for the last thing you were planning today.

"Hey Sarah, wanna come along play with my toys?"

"I hesitate to ask, but are we talking about magical items or 'toy' toys?"

"What do you think," You ask with a suggestive raise of your eyebrow. She looks a little hesitant for a moment, but steels herself and nods.

"Alright, lead the way."

Doing as she said, you show her the secret passage into the dungeons you've taken to using, though it's not as though the normal way into the place wouldn't work. It's just cooler this way.

Sarah just smiles at you when you explain your rationale. Pfah.

Still, soon enough you arrive at your destination, gesturing towards the still naked priestess with your dried seed still sticking to her thighs in small bits and the daughter, both looking up at your entrance.

"These are my toys, their names are priestess and Phillip's daughter, or daughter for short. If they're good, they may earn proper names later."

Sarah can't help but chuckle at your introduction.

"So, what shall we do today? There are so many ways good toys can be used... Oh, I know."

As you speak, you go to open the door to the priestess' cell.

"You are going to have a choice. You can either come over here, convince the daughter to step up to her cell bars to drop her pants and get eaten out... or I am going to rape someone in here. Not saying who, though."

She looks at you with hatred in her eyes, but she's gotten used to this by now, so she doesn't waste time engaging you and just comes out for now.

Establishing contact with Sarah, you ready the next step of your plan. Once the action starts, use your domination to force the daughter to answer the most personally humiliating questions you can manage via your power.

Her eyes and smile widening, Sarah just thinks back Got it. Good enough.

Coming to a halt right outside the cell in question, the priestess swallows for a moment before speaking.

"Well, you heard him. Could you please just... just come over here so we can get it over with?"

Sighing, the daughter does as she's asked.

"Not much choice in it, is there? Here."

Raising that weird loincloth her clothes came with with both hands, she leans against the bars to give her reluctant partner access to her pussy. Grimacing, the priestess kneels down to do as she has to, tracing her vagina with her fingers for a moment before sticking her tongue through the bars and giving it a lick.

"Hah. Fucking easy to see this is the first time you're doing this, slut." Ah, your sweet, sweet sister. Can't ever resist the snide remark when presented with such an obvious opening.

"Well excuse her, her first time was being raped by that brute right in that cell," The daughter comes to her defense, keeping her on task by depositing the cloth she is holding onto her head and grabbing onto her hair. Too bad, you were going to claim she obviously wasn't that invested in her current activity and fuck her for 'motivation' if she stopped to respond.

"Well look who jumps to her little girlfriend's aid, hm? We all know the real reason you didn't object to having her eat you out."

Sputtering for a bit, she shoots back "Excuse me? I hardly knew her before that monster caught us and threw us in here!"

"And yet here you are, pulling her face into your muff. Admit it, you have a thing for her."

"Yes, I think I really like making her do this," She responds, or rather, is forced to respond. "What did you do?" She asks when she finishes her 'confession'.

"Oh, nothing much. I just forced you to be honest."

For the next, oh, about half an hour, this is how things go. You yourself squat down next to your little cuntlicker and whisper her instructions on how to properly eat a girl out (you did have some decent practice back in college) whenever Sarah isn't currently asking a pointed question or extorting a 'confession' from the daughter.

Turns out she always liked girls, rather than boys, though she successfully kept it hidden all her life. She also really looked up to her father, had complicated feelings towards the pictures of her mother he kept around after her death, disliked the macho attitude widespread in some parts of the army and her greatest fear right now is losing her virginity to you.

Meanwhile, Sarah kept on needling and bullying her verbally while waiting to be able to affect her again with her power, and thanks to your insistent coaching, the priestess makes her come in increasingly frequent intervals.

"So, you got any more questions you wanted to ask her, bro?" Sarah turns to you after the most recent orgasm has the daughter nearly fall on her ass.


Smiling at her, you think What does she feel when watching me rape the priestess?

Smiling right back, she turns to your victims.

"So, what did our little sicko feel when she saw my brother rape the little cumrag? Answer me."

"Disgusted and horn-" She cuts herself off. Too late, though.

"Hahaha! And there we have it! No wonder you had to hide how you feel your whole life if brutal rape of others turns you on."

She just looks away in shame.

Actually, hey, do you want her?

Nah, playing with them is fun, but I don't think I'm responsible enough to take care of a pet right now.

Fair enough. Still, if you want to have some fun...

Humming to herself a little, Sarah's smile morphs into a distinctively predatory bent as she strides towards the center of the physical action.

"Actually, I'm feeling a bit left out here. How about you make me feel better, huh?" She says as she grabs the priestess and forcefully turns her around. Normally, she wouldn't be strong enough to manhandle her like this, but she's been kneeling before and eating out the daughter for a while. No wonder she's sore and exhausted by now.

Lifting up her dress, Sarah pulls down her panties and pulls the priestess' head towards herself, the exhausted young woman just acting on autopilot by now and sticking her tongue out of her mouth. You taught her well, an assessment Sarah agrees to judging by her appreciative grin.

Looks like she's really letting off some steam, too, what with how quickly she starts cumming. Eh, you won't tease her about it, you get where she's coming from, so you just lean back and let her work through a puberty's worth of denied urges for a while.


Done messing around with your power over souls for a bit, you start when you realize you completely forgot to have your mad doctor reporting back to you after torturing slash interrogating (tortugating?) some of the prisoners.

Contacting him, you have him finish up whatever he's doing while telling you about the situation.

So, like, most of these sad sacks got moved on ahead after an initial survey, while we kept the more interesting ones in the dungeons and cycled them through the torture chambers. Did you know the 'maids' or whatever in this place are actually pretty good at this?

So anyways, here's a list of the ones we went through so far. Still got a bunch waiting to be processed, this shit takes time, but hey, you know that.

You know no such thing, but keep your thoughts to yourself as he rattles off a list of prisoners he thinks you might be interested in.

Okay, so I want you to prep up the most boring ones out of this batch, you know, the 'I-was-only-following-orders' guys and whoever didn't strike you as motivated enough as blooddolls. Keep in mind there's no easy access to buffout around here, but we do have a bunch of cells in the dungeons and guards to keep them secure, so work with what you have.

As for the others, have the three most competent brought to me, I feel like getting a snack in, and the rest my sister can eat at her leisure. Make sure someone tells her, too.

You got it, boss. I'll go talk to the maids and get back to work on the rest of these guys.

It isn't long afterwards that three bound and gagged men are escorted through your door, being herded like lambs to the slaughter. Which, honestly, isn't too far from what happens to them shortly thereafter.


Filip, commander among the human scout forces. He was captured when the Reformed Demon Armies swept towards their capital, hitting their positions from behind.


Mahad, archer among the human scout forces. Originally a hunter, he joined up when it became clear humanity had a chance at ending the war once and for all, only to be disappointed in the end.


Dawid, ironically a scout among the human scout forces. He really couldn't care less about the big picture, but being part of the military paid well, and the scouts were usually safe as long as they were good. Except he was in the camp when the attack happened...


With your little diversion taken care of, you message Sarah and order the maids in attendance to go fetch your latest captive once they're done storing the bodies for later use, receiving an emotionless nod as they go about your work.

Is it just you, or do these maids have a hardier stomach than the literal soldiers you worked with before? Like, they actually had issues with your casual desecration of corpses, even if they didn't speak up about them.

Nevertheless, soon enough, you have everyone you wanted present and your painting supplies set up. Time to have some fun painting, spending time with Sarah and getting her new art teacher used to her new place in life.


It isn't long before you lightly bully the stammering mess that is your little painter into explaining proper painting to Sarah, who just smirks as she steps behind her and starts lightly groping her as she talks.

You, meanwhile, get started on your own piece opposite from them, chiming in with your own experiences every now and then. Over time, the talk becomes less and less stuttering and confused noises as she gets into her passion, calming down and concentrating in spite of the hands currently crawling under her clothes.

You feel that Sarah should've learned something towards the end of this little session, you actually did yourself. Always nice to get someone else's perspective on things you like.

However, a few hours in, you can't resist revealing what you've been painting all this time, that being a scenic view of the abandoned street you first met her, your demonic form balls deep inside her ass and your cum dripping from both her holes, copious amounts of smoke rising in the background even as her head is thrown back in the throes of orgasm.

She immediately goes back to stuttering and blushing.

"Wh- o- where did you see th-that?"

"Oh, I was there. Remember, I told you I have perfect memory. How else do you think I could reconstruct your exact expression?"

She just gets back to stammering ineffectively, even as Sarah laughs and starts going at her with full force, the previous topic forgotten.

Ah well, you'll stop her in an hour or so.

"That reminds me, I never caught your name. Care to introduce each other? I'm Gabriel."

It takes a bit longer, but soon enough you can tease an answer out of her. Looks like Clarice is gonna stick around, after all.


Taking a moment to write a note saying to send some scouts out to the area around the Border Fortress and having one of the maids deliver it, you divert your attention back to what you were trying to work on earlier.

Hitting a good groove, you manage to finish up what you were doing much faster than you expected, leaving you with a little time now that your current project is over with.

May as well try throwing a soul through refinement, as you settled on calling the mechanism, and seeing what you get. In fact, may as well go visit Sarah and show her what the whole soul palace stuff can do while you're at it.

Meeting up with Sarah, you explain you were working on activating a part of the soul palace power you gave her and came by to show it to her, due to how interesting the effects can be.

Making some small talk on the side, you summon the soul in question, one of the mages you ate you remember as tasting particularly 'good' and there you go. A bit of excrutiating pain and silenced screaming later, she rises from where she fell, ethereal appendages appearing from the air around her. Basically, tentacles. Tentacles that then proceed to molest and strip her.

"Okay, the self-rape is new to me, but basically, this is how you can make better use of relatively 'good' or 'evil' souls, as shown by how they taste when you eat them."

"I get that. I did want to work on my other powers first to get some returns faster, but with this, it's really only a matter of time until anyone gets useful."

"Yeah. It takes a lot longer to get them anywhere cool if they're meh to start with, but if you luck out, you can get some nifty results. Speaking of, I wanted to give you something."

Striding up to her, both of you ignoring the soul already being triple-penetrated by her own power and screaming around the tentacle in her mouth, you bend down a little and kiss Sarah, letting the soul of Coil flow over from your soul palace into hers through her mouth.

"I just gave you an old acquaintance of yours. Do have fun with him."

Sarah, a little out of breath despite not needing to breathe, just nods mutely, looking at the live entertainment before you breathe her back in.

Notifying the maid currently waiting on you that you'd like the priestess of the pair of toys you're keeping around bathed properly, with warm water and all, you also send a note along for the demon commander again to ready the army to march in a few days' time.

All that taken care of, you sit down and get to improving your control over your transformation powers, hopefully letting you mess around with them in more detail.

Finishing up your training for the day, you pause as you think about your two captives and how you will have fun with them today.

Swinging by Clarice's room, a small bedroom next to Sarah's place, you have her follow you (after a bit of convincing) through the secret passage to the high-class dungeons.

"W-w-why are you taking me here?" She asks in a fearful voice.

"Oh, not much. Not gonna throw you in here, don't worry. I just wanted you along to watch, maybe draw some inspiration for a picture from what I'm about to do."

Summoning your newly empowered soul once you arrive between the cells your captives are in, you start to give her her orders.

"Have your tentacles have their fun with them, but don't let them actually penetrate them."

She looks doubtfully at you, though her tentacles spill forth and do your bidding, to her slight surprise. The girls in the cells try to escape, but are caught and molested in short order, their breasts being fondled, their whole bodies being teased... The daughter's still intact clothes hardly stop them.

The girls actually get turned on rather fast at this, making you suspect those tentacles may have secondary effects. You can't exactly ask the soul in question, though, as her clothes are currently being torn off her while she's deepthroating one of her tentacles.

You just let this situation continue for a while longer, enjoying the ambience and chatting with Clarice when she can look you in the eyes long enough to not get distracted by the debauchery surrounding her. Soon enough, though, you breathe your tentacle soul back in and open the cell to the priestess' cell.

"Alright then, I'd bet you need some relief after what you've just been through, don't you?" Pulling out your dick (making Clarice squeak, though she goes silent again when you look over at her), you gesture towards the wall. "Guess who's about to get fucked?"

Despite your words, however, you wait. She realizes you're not about to throw her against the wall and bang her brains out- if she wants relief, she'll have to bend against the wall and ask for it of her own volition.

She grits her teeth, hesitating, looking around at everyone else that can see her, but in the end, the horny wins out, and she does as you want, coming to stand before the wall and laying her hands against it. She looks back at you, waiting for you to act, but you just step behind her and lightly glide your hands over her ass, slowly but surely starting to finger her pussy when she stays silent.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Oh, I wasn't too sure what you wanted me to do, so I'm just waiting for you to tell me what you want. Well?"

She holds her breath for a long moment, turning her face towards the wall. Once she speaks again, though, you can still hear the humiliation she feels at what you're making her do.

"Just- just fuck me already, okay?"

Chuckling, you tease her lower lips with your tip. "As the lady commands."

Thrusting your whole length inside with one mighty push, you kinda want to gloat at the fluids now covering her thighs and slowly dripping to the ground, though you decide against doing so in favor of taking hold of her waist and fucking her harder. You're not taking your time, not teasing it out, you just saw your boner into her pussy over and over again, making her scream first in discomfort, then in unmitigated pleasure.

You make it a point to see how many times you can make her come in the time it takes you to come once, coming up to four orgasms before you feel the urge to come yourself. Well, you'd love to take more time for this, but you have a plan for later... though nothing speaks against just coming inside her twice, does it?

It doesn't, and you only stop bashing your cock against her womb on your third orgasm, holding yourself as deep as you can and flooding her insides one last time for the moment. Her knees just about buckle after how many times she came, but you really can't have her drop out this soon, so you hold her up with both hands, one of them having wandered up to her chest during your little fuck session.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it? And I bet Clarice here had a nice few so far. But now we need someone to clean you up, don't we?"

Pulling the mumbling priestess away from the wall, you note how Clarice is blushing so hard you can see it through the hands she's holding in front of her eyes... and peeking through. Good girl.

Still, time for the next step, so you drag the priestess all the way over to the daughter's cell and hold her against the bars.

"Now then, last time, she ate you out quite nicely, didn't she? I'd say it's about time you return the favour, daughter."

"Seriously? Your... stuff is still leaking out of her. No way."

"Well, in that case, I suppose I may just have to throw her back in her cell and get inside yours to rape you just the same way I did her, won't I? That would just be fair, after all."

She grits her teeth and throws you a hateful look, but after a few prodding comments from on your account, she kneels in front of the bars of her cell.

"Just, let's get this over with."

"That's the spirit! Can't have you slacking off on your job, after all."

The priestess has recovered some of her wits by now, following the development and looking down at the daughter with a mixed expression, but you're still personally holding her up against the bars, now groping her butt a little as everyone waits for the daughter to get to work.

And to work she gets, starting out with licking along the priestess' lips and soon plunging her tongue deep inside her, knowing if she doesn't, you'll just rape her anyways. The priestess starts moaning in pleasure and coming soon enough, evidently either not suffering from overstimulation after the rough fuck you just gave her or enjoying the slight uncomfortable pain.

Either way, this is working out rather nicely, except you are going to get a little bored doing nothing but pushing the priestess, so you carefully spread her asscheeks, making her suck in a breath as you slowly prod her anal opening with your dick.

The daughter, of course, sees this and pulls her head back, but a quickly growled "Did I tell you to stop?" has her back at work in short order, the priestess now pushing her waist against the bars as you slowly push your way past her ring muscle, making her clench up around your intruding cock.

She starts panting like crazy, and not half a minute after you begin to pound her ass in earnest with the daughter still eating your cum out of her pussy, she gets caught in a looping orgasm, coming just as soon as her previous orgasms end.

In the end, it is more the issue that she actually falls unconscious out of pleasure by the second time you fill up her back entrance, burying yourself balls deep and pinching her nipples, that stops your little arrangement. Still, you're not quite done, so you wait just as you are, buried inside her backside, until she wakes up again before you pull out and turn her around.

"Well, would you look at this, I've made quite a mess here, haven't I? Better get to cleaning that out, too, before her front gets dirty again."

The daughter seems to reach new heights of hatred for you, while the priestess just whimpers. Looks like you may be busy in here for a bit, you ponder to yourself.


Leaving the cells behind with Clarice in tow once night falls, you make a mental note to tell one of the servants to have the priestess' treatment be improved permanently later before you drag your companion into your sitting room with you.

"Alright, you and me are going to spend a little time together to..."

You veer off as Clarice begins to strip with shaking hands. You don't interrupt her, but once she's done, with both eyes and hands clenched shut, she shouts out an explanation for what she's doing.

"I-I'll do what you want me to, but please be gentle! Last time, I was in so much pain I couldn't move for a full day even after healing magic!"

Well, not what you meant, but you'll take what you get, you suppose. Embracing her naked form and pulling her into your lap, your dick already on full display, you chuckle a little as you begin teasing and groping her whole body.

"Well, I was planning to do a little ritual to make sure you'll live for several times longer than humans usually do, but if you want to fuck while we do it, I certainly won't object."

She just squeaks and covers her eyes, giving you the opportunity to make a shallow cut along your wrist via your claws and moving it into position.

"Now all I need you to do is drink this." As you lift her by her butt with one hand and drop her onto your dick carefully, you use her mouth opening wide the moment you do to jam it full of your manflesh... just not the manflesh you'd like to use for this.

Maybe in a bit.

A few hours later, Clarice is suitably thralled and you realize one of the times your eldritch 'friend' 'told' you you about is drawing near. Concentrating on your memory of the event, you realize the place you need to go to see whatever it was talking about is a border village on the demon side of the border, about a day or two from the border fortress on foot, actually.

It was too insignificant to really matter in the war, but the humans made sure to burn it down anyways, if you remember what the princess told you about the conflict prior to your summoning correctly.

Which you do, that isn't even in question, honestly. Still, thinking about it, if they didn't bother with the minor settlements that never made a difference in the war at large in the first place, maybe they'd have been a much bigger issue by the time you showed up.

Much easier to torture one massive army into breaking in the middle of nowhere rather than spread out troops all over the place or a consolidating throng of enemies hammering the capital as a clear target.

Still, none of that matters now. All you need now is to get to your wyvern zombies and fly off after consulting your memory of the relevant map the princess showed you, once upon a time.


It isn't too long a flight, your ride, while not the smoothest, at least pretty fast for its size. It takes a little time to actually find the ruins of the village in question, despite knowing its location; it's pretty well-hidden among the forests surrounding it.

Those forests also stretch all the way to the mountain range that is the border from here, not that it matters to what you're here for. Now if only you knew what exactly you are here for...

Ah well, nothing to do but wait, honestly. The exact time your friend gave you is still off a little while, but it isn't so long you're tempted to find something else to entertain yourself with. So you land your undead in the middle of the village square and have it hide inside what's left of the stables while you take a look around.

Well, for starters, there really isn't much left of the village. Most of the buildings are burnt-out husks if they didn't get completely wrecked anyways, and you can see the signs of a great fire where the humans presumably threw every last man, woman and child's corpse.

They'd probably have burned them alive if it was more efficient, but hey, not everyone is as creative in regards to butchery as you. Anyways, the few somewhat intact buildings you enter were likely ransacked before being set on fire, but from what you can gather this used to be a quaint little village of people living off of the woods, most likely gathering whatever they needed and trading with traveling merchants for anything they couldn't get.

You note several tree stumps in the surroundings, as well as the stables you left your undead in. So, lumberjacks, hunters and gatherers, with animal husbandry on the side, though you couldn't see any fields from above, making agriculture unlikely.

It is around this time, however, that your casual investigation is stopped short by the sound of footsteps. Looking over and past one of the ruined houses, you see what is hopefully the reason you are here.

And fuck, but that's a big-ass sword.


Before anything else, you fire off a quick prayer to your eldritch friend.

NO pRobLem

The two of you size each other up for a moment, before she grabs for the handle of her big-ass sword and swings it forwards, getting into a stance to fight you. You, on the other hand, raise both your hands at her appeasingly while backing away a bit.

Body language, such a useful tool to have.

"Whoah there, no need to go chopping my head off."

She considers your words for a moment, before lowering her sword slightly and addressing you.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Shit, time to think fast.

"My name's Gabriel, and I came here because a friend told me to meet someone here."

She frowns a bit before seemingly changing tracks.

"What is this place, and why is it destroyed?"

"This used to be a demon village, and it got burned down recently when the human army started its big offensive against the demons."

"Why would they burn down villages in the middle of nowhere?"

"I mean, far as I know, the complete destruction of demonkind is a big part of their goals. Not that the demons were that much better before the last king got killed by the heroes and got replaced."

Now lowering her sword completely, she sighs and walks over towards you.

"They told us they needed us to defeat the demon king to save humanity, but I didn't expect them to go kill civilians en masse afterwards."

Yup, identity as a hero confirmed.

"Well, to be fair, as I said, both sides are pretty shit about this, not gonna lie. Their entire recorded history has them trying to kill each other, after all."

"Eh, I don't really care about that. I'm just annoyed they lied to us."

Huh. That's good to know, you suppose. You think you're getting a grasp of her slowly.

"So, why did you come here? This place is, as you said, in the middle of nowhere."

"I wanted to get away from the others for a bit. They're annoying. They also slapped this stupid magical tattoo on my thigh, so I decided to leave."

You look, and yes, you can see the tattoo on her thigh, some kinda vague heart-thingy. Not that that's the best thing about her thighs, though.

"I also forgot to introduce myself. I'm Okita Yumi, the slayer hero," she says as she gives you a polite bow. Phew, and here you thought you'd never get to see overly polite Japanese manners, what with Japan getting Leviathan'd and most survivors being immigrants that quickly adopted their new homeland's mannerisms.

"I suppose I may as well introduce myself formally then, huh? I'm Gabriel, the guy the demons summoned to be the new demon lord."

"...Huh."

You'll just take that to be a positive reaction.

"So yeah, a prophetic acquaintance told me to come here to meet with someone 'lonely'. I assume that's you?"

"I guess? I don't like the others or anything, if that's what you mean. They keep on talking about stupid stuff and expecting me to get it."

Well, you suppose that's as good an opening as any you're likely to get.

"Wanna come work for me, then? I don't give a fuck about most shit and if you don't like anything, you can just say so."

"Sure, you seem nice."

So, uh, that's... good? This girl is seriously sociopathic, from what you can read, with issues really getting how other people work. That made her stand out as a loner among the group, and attempts to include her likely failed on account of the mental disconnect between 'normal' stuff that everyone knows, such as why killing is bad, and her being her.

Lucky for you that you don't give a fuck either way and can just adjust for her issues. For now, you just call out the wyvern zombie and the two of you ride off back to the capital.

On a side note, she didn't react at all when you hugged her to your front, so maybe she also doesn't really get how touching each other is usually taken? More data points, you suppose.

Also, those are some mighty big knockers, to go with her big-ass sword. Seriously, you sat behind her and looked over her shoulder. They block a lot of view.

Once you arrive, you dismount and help Okita down, then have the servants (at least one of them always has eyes on the courtyard by now) prepare her a room.

With her taken care of for the time being, you estimate you have about half the night left.

Okay, Okita's off for the moment, so you take a bit to go around and basically tell everyone that needs to know that one of the heroes has joined you now.

The princess needs some groping to calm down while you go ahead and use telepathy to notify Sarah. Before long, you're done and on your way to Okita's new room, one of the servants telling you the way (and fuck, how did he know who you were talking about and where she is being moved into).

Politely knocking on her door, you enter and are greeted by the sight of Okita leaning her sword against the wall and, then, worried it may slip, leaning it against the desk.

And the wall, and the desk again.

"Why not just let it lie on the ground?"

Putting her fist into her open palm, she gives you a small smile. "Good idea."

With that difficult issue solved, the two of you sit down on a small sofa in one of the side rooms, her apparently liking the atmosphere there.

"So, I wanted to ask more about that tattoo on your thigh. When exactly did it show up?"

"It was a few weeks before we killed the demon king? I think? I didn't exactly make note of it." She shrugs.

"Any idea who may have put it on you?"

"Most likely Yoshimoto. No idea why she would, but she's the one that looked strange the next day."

Huh. Yoshimoto Kimi, the sage hero. Known for having the ability to learn any magic. Likely an exaggeration of some sort, but honestly worrying.

Still, you can deal with this yet. For now, back on track.

"Before I forget it, I wanted to offer you a little more power. If you drink small amounts of my blood for a few hours, you can live longer, take more wounds and get additional powers."

"Huh. Sure, why not."

"Also, would you mind if I grope your tits while we do it?"

"Why do you want to do that?"

"Because touching each other is a way to convey intimacy, and I think you're cute, so may as well make you feel good."

She blushes a little, but just keeps smiling her polite little smile.

"Okay."

In short order, you have a hero sitting on your lap, a small cut letting her lap up your blood while your free hand is exploring her boobs, first just lightly touching them over her clothes, but eventually venturing beneath them to reveal the truth you were already suspecting: No bra.

You have a lot of fun just teasing her nipples, kneading her flesh and overall groping her. Any stifled gasps or moans aren't mentioned by either of you.

Overall, a very productive few hours.


With your little morning ritual done and over with, you take a bit of paper and a pen to hand and draw up an exact replica of that tattoo on Okita's thigh, making two copies, one for safekeeping and one to have the servants hide, and send the third one off to the princess, with a mental message to Sarah asking her to take a look at it, too, when she has time.

This will be all you can do for now, unless you decide to take up magic research yourself for some reason. All you can do aside from that for now is wait.

Well, wait and get back to training stuff in between having fun. Speaking of having fun, time to keep the captives busy again. mentally commanding Clarice to come by your room (and being obeyed; it's good to be feared), you summon your tentacle soul and give the two of them some orders as you lead them to the dungeon.

With the pair off to molest and arouse the captives without penetrating them, and to take inspiration from the spectacle, you suppose it is time you got to it. In fact, you gave Okita the power to control blood earlier, may as well get around to working on it yourself.

Well, after a highly entertaining day of repeatedly mutilating prisoners and making your mad doctor soul make sure they'd recover without issues, you have come to the conclusion that your hemokinesis is immensely fun to play around with and potentially highly versatile in most situations, doubly so with how your blood has... amusing effects... on anyone in contact with it.

The only issue is actually improving upon it, as, at base level, it kinda sucks. Not too big an obstacle for you, though, all you need is time, and more time is literally why you're hopping across dimensions on the regular.

You've found Sarah, with something you found in another dimension, actually, but that doesn't mean the additional time isn't great for someone that grows stronger with time.

Still, it's getting somewhat dull just doing the same thing over and over, so you promise the captive soldiers you'll be back in a bit, much to their cries of dismay, and go visit Okita for a bit, inviting her to come try out and experiment with her newly acquired powers with you.

She agrees.

Soon after, the both of you are doing the same thing you've been doing all day, but this time, you have a lot more fun with it again. Doing things with friends really increases entertainment value, and you start to see marked improvement in the finesse of your control after a while, to boot.


Before you go and start enjoying your pets, you have some preparations to make, so you ask a maid if there's any way to acquire human-sized collars in the short time on the way back to your rooms.

Turns out they have some in stock.

Now, while you could buy that explanation about how Sarah and the princess decided that keeping the sheer amount of prisoners the reformed demon army took fed and watered was too much of a logistical nightmare and had most of them sold as slaves to interested buyers, leading to an uptick in slavery-related business and the castle consequently acquiring related tools, you don't.

Somehow, they knew, and they prepared for when you asked for it. They could be observing your every step, for all you know. You are obviously insufficiently paranoid about the servants, given the sheer amount of times they have blindsided you with them knowing what you were going to do in advance.

Still, it does net you a lovely pair of collars, so you just take what good you can from this situation and go poke at your sister to join your playtime.

Sarah, in turn, is always up for a change of pace, or anything that gives her an excuse to stop alternatively staring into nowhere and tensing up her whole body while looking like she has severe indigestion.

Her words, not yours. Training the functions of the soul palace was never supposed to be easy in the first place.

Anyways, here you are, stepping foot into the dungeon filled with moans and shrieks, but no actual orgasms, much to the consternation of the inmates making the sounds in question. Especially as the soul you had keep the whole thing going is constantly being raped by her own tentacles again (to nobody's surprise by now), only questionably conscious and held up only by the appendages thrusting into all her holes.

Clarice is also here, though she either must've been gone for a bit or one of the (uncomfortably) attentive servants must've been by, considering she has been eating something, judging by the nearby plates. Aside from that, she also has a few pieces of paper lying around, idly sketching something as she watches on.

"Hello everyone," you exclaim, focusing what little attention there is to go around on you. "It's about time the two of us joined in the fun, I think."

Reactions are mixed, of course. Clarice is blushing bright red in spite of herself, your soul is... still being held in the air and raped by her power, though the tentacles actually moved her so her empty gaze is falling in your general direction, and the two captives you're here for in the first place are also still delirious in forced pleasure, though you expected as much.

"For starters, you, tentacles, leave the priestess alone for now. Work harder on the daughter instead, though she's still not allowed to come."

Saluting, the disembodied appendages do as you command (no, you have no idea how you can tell they are saluting, and you don't want to know when you think about it, either), leaving the cell you are entering free for you, Sarah... and the priestess.

Time to break her a little more, Sarah. Just work on the foundations of who she is while I fuck her in preparation of the next stage.

Grinning up at you, Sarah moves in front of your current victim while you pick up the prone priestess and sit down on her bed, freeing your prick from your trousers and positioning yourself.

"You really are one horny slut, aren't you? One day, you're a pure saintess, the next week you're nothing but a cockhungry bitch in heat, begging for demon dick. Pathetic."

"Nwuoh," the insensate young woman counters.

"Oh, so you don't want my brother to fuck your brains out? To thrust into you forever and ever and make everything else go away in pure bliss?"

She stays silent this time.

"I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell us how much you want my brother's dick. To beg for it. Until you do, you won't get fucked by it."

"Nuoh! Nud thad! Blease, fugg meh!"

Both you and Sarah have to laugh for a moment at just how easily you've reduced her to a mewling wreck. Then again, about twelve hours of constant forced stimulation without being able to come is bound to do a number on anyone, you reckon.

"That was almost too easy, slut. You know, I think I want you to prove you mean it. Here," she says, holding out one of the black collars you brought with you. "Put that on yourself, and never take it off again, and you can get fucked."

With shivering hands, the priestess grabs for the simple adornment, needing a few tries to properly close the clasps on the back of it, but in the end, she is properly wearing the collar denoting her subservience to you. Of course, you made it a point to silently tell the tentacles (the tentacle soul is obviously not in control here, heh) to shift the daughter around a bit so she can see the whole process.

Once she is done, though, you hold your dick at the proper angle with one hand... and drop your fuckpet with the other.

She comes in the first moment you enter her pussy, and she doesn't stop, overstimulated as she is, as constant warbling cry bursting from her lips. Soon, though, you're fully inside her, holding her waist in place so she can't bounce no matter how much she tries. And try she does.

"That's a good little slut, hm?" You whisper in her ear.

"Yes, a nice little cumslut for my brother, aren't you? So eager to get fucked. Such a good girl."

With those words, you let go, the priestess immediately using whatever leverage she's got to bounce on your cock like a woman possessed, screaming the orgasms she can finally achieve out loud for anyone to hear. In the corner of your eye, you spy Clarice frantically sketching something out, though you can guess what's got her busy on that front.

With the tight piece of fuckmeat giving it her all to get you as deep into herself as possible while repeatedly clenching up in release, it isn't long until you feel the need to come, so you just let it go, shooting your load into her without her stopping for even a moment, despite the increased intensity of her orgasms.

Once you're done, though, you pick the priestess up, standing up and starting to jam her whole body up and down your cock, much to her (very audible) delight. Is it just you, or is she getting tighter and tighter around your dick? Might just be the repeated orgasms, though. Those tentacles must've really riled her up. Still, the main purpose of this maneuver is to bring her closer to Sarah, who leans close to where her head sometimes bobs and begins to whisper things to her, everything from "Good Girl" over "Nasty little slut" down to "So much better than praying".

It isn't long until you feel the urge again, though this time you hold back for a good minute or two before filling her again, holding her down on your dick this time, letting you fill her deepest depths up. She just lies in your grasp, shuddering a little as she comes, but otherwise staying still as you want it.

"Good girl."

So it goes, you taking your dick out (much to her mewled displeasure), only to stick it up her ass again (making her happy again), fucking her in all sorts of positions, on the bed, against the walls and cell bars, with Sarah consistently whispering sweet nothings into her ears, praising, degrading and prodding her verbally.

Neither of you stop when she loses the strength to move, though once she goes unconscious from all the pleasure you force on her, you let up, only to turn on the daughter that had to watch the whole thing, slowly pulling your dick out of the priestess' ass.

Leaving the priestess' cell, you close it up again before entering the daughter's, mentally ordering the tentacles to move aside a bit and realign the daughter.

"So, I got two options for you," you drawl casually, your still hard and thoroughly messy dick in full display. "You can either suck my dick and be released, or I can leave you with the friendly tentacles here for a full day.

Which will it be?"

Ordering the 'tacles to stop keeping her mouth shut, you wait for her reply. Patiently.

"F-f-fuck you, you fugck!"

You just sigh sadly. "That's not a yes or no on sucking the dick, sweetie. Decide, but do it now before I decide you get both."

She grits her teeth and glares a bit, but the effect is severely lessened by how the tentacles never stopped groping her whole body.

"Fuck! Fhine, I'dd do iht!"

With that question resolved, you gently grasp her head.

"Oh, and before I forget, if you try to bite, I may decide you don't need teeth to suck cock. Am I clear?"

The hatred in her eyes doesn't fade, but she nods her head. Good enough for you. Stepping forward, you place your slimy dick on her lips, making her grimace and frown, but still open her mouth to admit you inside against her will.

Honestly, moments like this make all the bother of working with her stubbornness worth it- a thought Sarah seems to agree with, judging by how her breathing starts to turn ragged (a big sign, considering she doesn't actually need to breathe) and she begins to unconsciously fondle herself while she kneels down next to the girl whose mouth you are entering, telling her how she's "Such a pretty cocksucker" and such.

It isn't long until you're as far inside her mouth as you can without entering her throat, something she knows and, judging by her widened, panicked eyes looking up at you, gets the implications of.

"Don't worry, just try to hold your breath... oh, and use your tongue, while you're at it."

With those words, you begin to push further into her throat, your head slowly exploring a new frontier, making her gag and wiggle fruitlessly, the tentacles still in place and fondling her. Of course, you make it a point to pull out again before she either vomits or starts to suffocate, but that doesn't change how she feels about the experience.

"C'mon, didn't I tell you to use your tongue? Getting my dick clean may take a looong time like this, otherwise."

With the implication that you're not going to stop until she's licked your rod clean inside her mouth clear, she reluctantly begins to lick along your length as you casually withdraw it little by little, before thrusting in again, her throat clenching on your head delightfully as it slides inside it, much to her displeasure as she begins to gag again. Ah well, she'll either learn to suppress it or learn to live with it.

Either way, it's really, really hot.

Before long, your repeated slow thrusts speed up, until you're properly fucking the daughter's face, pushing your cock down her throat before coming up to let her get a short breath before going down again with your balls lightly smacking against her chin. Soon enough, you come, thrusting into her throat and staying there, making her panic again for a moment as your whole length enters her for the first time and her tongue goes crazy trying to push you out, to no avail.

Sighing a little as you empty your balls right down her throat into her stomach, you stay where you are for a moment, her increasingly frantic attempts to get you out just making you want to keep on going, but you suppose you shouldn't overdo it, after all.

So you take your time pulling out, letting her suck in deep breaths of air and repeatedly swallow as her muscles try to deal with the new experience you've forced on her. She isn't done quite yet, though. Or rather, you aren't quite yet done with her.

Holding the base of your dick in front of her mouth, the rest of it lying across her face, you explain her last duty before you'll leave her alone for now.

"Well? There's still some left at the base, and my balls got quite dirty, too. I expect you to clean me up properly unless you want to be throatfucked again."

Without much of a fuss or fight this time, she just falteringly sticks out her sore tongue, getting to work all over your manhood. Sarah, meanwhile, has already long relocated to the daughter's bed to openly masturbate. Not that you mind, of course- you honestly only needed her to work on the priestess, so she can have all the mindless fun she wants far as you're concerned.

Still, soon you are clean, the tentacle soul (and tentacles) breathed in again and the captives as well as Clarice tucked into their respective beds. A productive few hours, you'd say.


Changing gears, you consider what to do next. Well, there's still that group of spies currently infiltrating demon territory you heard about, and you may as well take care of them before they manage to spy (heh) the scouts currently making sure your main army can safely make headway towards the Border Fortress.

Getting out your wyvern zombie, you mount it and summon your compass soul, giving it the order to point you towards the nearest group of human infiltrator forces. Once you have a direction, you have your ride set off, flying towards the border regions and regularly making sure you didn't miss your targets.

It isn't long before that same thing happens, leading to you circling back and actively using your soul's power to pinpoint the place the humans you're looking for is at, soon arriving in the airspace above what you can vaguely make out as a small campsite.

Alright, now that you're here, time to make sure this won't end in a giant shitfest before you go in. "Point me at the nearest human hero blessed by the goddess."

Alright, good news, he isn't pointing down at the camp. Bad news, if you're estimating the direction right, he's pointing towards the Border Fortress, meaning taking it may be more of an issue than you'd initially hoped.

Still, for right now, you have everything you need. Desummoning your compass, you order your undead to fly back to the capital before jumping off, trusting your levitation to see you safely to the ground. Once you (soundlessly) impact said ground, you take a moment to shift into your shadow form, letting you sneak towards your targets in relative safety.


It takes a bit of doing to avoid the small magical lightsources they're using to have an easier time keeping watch, but before long, you're inside the camp and poking around a bit, staying in the dark wherever possible and abusing your ability to see blood inside people to avoid being seen when it isn't possible.

Looks like there's a total of twelve people currently in the camp, with another six of them out and scouting the surroundings for any demon activity. They seem to have a rotating system of six shifts made up of six people each, slowly working their way deeper into demon territory by making another camp every day and moving the last one forwards ad nauseam.

You wouldn't have expected that to be how they operate, but then again, you have no idea how fantasy spies would work, so shows what you know. There's few conversations you can listen in on as is, and they didn't have the decency to have any important documents lying around for no reason that you can find.

It takes some patience, but before long, you see one of them breaking off from his partner, as these guys seem to use the buddy system. Observing the situation for a moment longer, you realize the guy is off to take a piss, leaving his buddy to keep watch on his own for a moment.

Perfect time for you to strike.

Slithering your way through the camp behind him, you take one last look around before rising from the ground, one hand laying on his face and the other clawed hand burrowing into his dominant arm to keep him from struggling long enough for the bite you drive into his neck. All that escapes is a quiet gurgle as you drain the blood out of him, then it's over.

Of course, leaving him here or just letting his partner stand around and wonder why he's taking so long is a bad idea, so you take another look around to confirm that nobody else is about to stumble on this sucker and go shadow again, nabbing his partner the same way you did the first one and throw his corpse over your shoulder, carrying it to the other corpse and taking that one, too, before you think about where to hide them.

So, a quick trip to the nearby underbrush later, you've gotten rid of the two corpses and are back in your shadow form, moving through the camp with care to avoid discovery and waiting for the next opportunity to grab a pair of men without alerting the rest.

Only, these guys actually do take the buddy system seriously, and after half an hour, you start to worry the two guys you ate may be missed and raise alarm when the next guy takes a piss break without making his partner watch him.

Seriously, what is with that dedication to never be alone out in the woods? Not like anyone's out to rape a bunch of smelly men in armor. If they were little girls, you'd get it, but...


Repeating your earlier tactic, one of them barely manages to get a scream out, trying to bite into your hand to make you let go. You just extend your claws and puncture his face a little as you drain him dry, his corpse soon joining his partner's in being thrown into nearby underbrush.

Still, with these two dead, you're kinda running out of patience for waiting for these guys to split up. While you wouldn't mind waiting for your chance to strike as such, the level of competence and wariness shown by the camp's organization makes you doubt you have long before the absence of these guys will be discovered.

Then again, not like you care all that much; what're they gonna do, try to fight back? You'd like to see them try!

Alright, change of plans. Finding the nearest pair of soldiers keeping guard, you rematerialize a little distance away, take a moment to contact and ask your maids for a reasonably stealthy soul with experience in silently kidnapping people, and after the guy in question (one of the mercs you ate after taking over Coil's organization) is brought into the throne room so you have no trouble picking him out, you summon both him and your soul with the weakening aura.

Mentally telling them what you want them to do, the three of you creep over to the two guards, quickly overwhelming and, and in your case, eating, your targets.

The other one suffers from an unfortunate case of broken neck after the weakness aura fucked him up and he was thrown to the ground. Sucks, but it happens, and with a quick lunge, you manage to get at his soul before it leaves his body, anyways.

Though, you're somewhat surprised nobody noticed anything that went on so far. According to your count, all that's left inside the camp is six more men, the group that was sleeping in preparation of their next shift.

Well, that was almost disappointing, you'd say.

"Well, that was easier than I thought. I won't need you guys for the rest."

Desummoning the souls you have out, you instead bring out your mad doctor just in case any of these guys manages to wake up, though you're not too worried on that account,

All in all, though, this turns out to be a relative milk run, though you still have to go wipe out the last third of their group before you're done. At the end, you have a bunch of corpses in various tents and a few minor magic items, though most of them are weapons, so it's not like you could use them.

None of them managed to so much as put up a struggle.

Taking a moment to consult your compass soul, you use your owl form to fly off in the correction it gives you for the camp you're searching for. It isn't too long a flight, either, now that you know what to look out for, and in short order you are perching on a branch overlooking the clearing the camp is set up inside.

Now, how to take care of this? This are just six people, but they do have some minimal training, at least.

Well, you reckon you should be able to just overwhelm these guys with the help of the right powered souls. Confirming that the enemies are where you think they are, you set down and transform back, then breathe out weak-aura guy and painfire dude.

"I need you two to disable the people in this camp so I can eat them. Any questions? Not that I care if you do."

Describing where the victims in quesion are, the three of you stroll into camp as the ghostly fire gets flung out in all directions. The suckers you're about to munch down are writhing in existential pain, but too weakened to really do anything about it. Or anything else, for that matter.

It's just a cleanup filled with screaming far as you're concerned.

Well, your work here is done, so you breathe in all your souls, turn into an owl and launch yourself in the air, aided by momentary weightlessness, to fly back to the capital for now.

On the way, you telepathically update Sarah to update her on the fate of the group of human infiltrators. She, in turn, takes the time to tell you about how that traitor she unearthed finally took the bait earlier, and is currently a corpse lying somewhere in the canalization after getting pricked by a poison needle.

You spend a few moments praising her for tricking them into getting killed, then for using poison, something both of you are now categorically immune to, before your talk can continue.

Eventually, though, you see your destination in the distance, saying goodbye for now as you prepare for your landing.

Landing in your usual courtyard, you let the current attendant watching for your return lead you to your rooms, whence you bid them to wait a moment while you write a note for the princess, detailing to her how and why you want her to cycle any of her better infiltrators, spies and anyone else trustworthy under her command through your current location, that being either the palace or any encampment the demon army sets up when the time to take the Border Fortress comes.

Handing that off with instructions to deliver it to the princess, you let the attendant out and return to what you were planning to do; back to the grind you go.

It takes a few hours of continued prisoner mutilation, with you casually using the mass of blood you're working with to dopeslap anyone that complains about being cut open and sew together by your mad doctor repeatedly, but eventually, you notice you can exert your control over much more of the stuff at once.

Neat.

After making Phillip wholeheartedly tutor you in terms of strategy and tactical acumen, something he was clearly unwilling to do but resigned himself to nonetheless, you let him leave your presence and instead shift your attention towards the maid body currently in the room with you.

Deciding you may as well have a little fun while furthering your knowledge of human and human-adjacent anatomy, you tell her to hold still while you examine her. So it is with one hand stuffed into her panties and the other gently pinching her nipple, much to her audible delight, that you realize she would be a good person to ask about something that has been bothering you for a while now.

Quickly describing the... situation at the demon castle to her, how the servants just seemed borderline precognitive in regards to your needs, sometimes before you even had the time to figure them out yourself has her turning serious for a moment while suppressing her moans, moving her head to face you, sitting on your lap as she currently is.

"That sounds like they are properly educated servants taking their positions seriously. I am glad you are in good hands even outside of your domain, mylord."

After that, she just cuddles into you and urges you on again, actually telling you where to touch her how and such. Well, you're still not convinced about the servants, but at least you're learning something about how to pleasure a woman, you suppose.

Coming out of your trance, you take a moment to mentally organize everything you want to get done today. Okay, first, the captives. Your captives, to be exact. They've been doing good, behaving properly, time they got rewarded.

So you call over the maid attending you at the moment and tell her your toys are to be rewarded; the daughter with a bucket of warm water to wash herself with, the priestess with a proper, fluffly bed, maybe a carpet or something, you'll leave it up to them, as well as some nice and revealing clothes and books on magic and theology on the dark goddess.

She mentions they still have some exotic outfits left from the previous king's reign, so it shouldn't be too hard to find something that fits.

You just let that stand as is.

Regardless, you just send her off to have your orders arranged while you go visit Clarice, figuring you may as well try out this ability to install souls as guardians for other people.

Entering her little room, you ignore her blushing and stammering, instead proceeding straight to the point.

"Alright, so I'm about to give you one of the souls I ate as a helper. Just pipe down and try to relax."

Come to think of it, one of those people you ate back in the town you grabbed Clarice in was a woman, wasn't it? That's honestly enough of a reason to use her for you, so you focus on that one soul and Clarice, breathing out a silver-ish fog that quickly enters Clarice's mouth, and her nose when she squeaks and closes it.

Once the transfer is complete, she coughs a little, before pretty much sneezing out the soul in question, only for her eyes to go wide and her breath to stop.

"Manuela? Is that you?"

"Clarice? Little Clarice?"

They embrace each other, both starting to cry. You're gonna be honest, you don't care about this, so you just leave them to it and silently exit, already thinking about what to train now that all the small stuff you wanted to get over with first.

After a fruitful day of furthering your quest for ultimate power, you decide to take a short break from training, walking outside of your room along the ceiling. Because if you can do it, why wouldn't you? Anyone that would just walk like a normal pleb is obviously lacking in imagination and innovative thought.

It takes a little fiddling, but you figure out upside-down doors soon enough.

So there you are, just messing around with your newly improved power letting you just walk around like this, that suddenly, you hear quiet footsteps coming from your right. A bit disoriented due to your current form of locomotion, you just have enough time to turn your head towards where you heard them coming from, confirming that whatever is making them has blood before your face is assaulted with tits.

These are some mighty knockers. Wait, you think you recognize them. Okita?

Before you can try to react to the sudden boobs-to-face, she pulls away... but your power is currently active all over your body due to you playing around with it, meaning your face is stuck. And so she takes a step back, but your body follows, deforming her glorious mammaries a little. Holding up a finger (or holding it upside down, as it were), you disable the power keeping you stuck to her while keeping it active on your feet to stay on the ceiling.

Pulling back your upper body and making her breasts jiggle quite delightfully, you smile at their owner upside down.

"Hello, Okita. Need anything?"


Hopping down and flipping in the air, you turn around to face her. Okita, on her end, is as stoic as ever, apparently not really caring about what just happened. Not that you're surprised.

"I just wanted to... talk, I guess?" She shrugs. Aww, she wanted to spend time with you. Well, that can certainly be arranged.

"Alright, come along, I was taking a break anyways." With those words, you lead her into your rooms, sitting down on a comfortable sitting couch and patting your lap.

"Want to cuddle again?"

Wordlessly, she sits down, snuggling into you when you begin to lightly grope her breasts.

"So, anything you wanted to talk about?"

She's silent, but you can see her blush from behind. So she really came here with no plan, just wanting to see you, huh? You have to hold back a chuckle.

"If you don't have anything, that's alright, too. So, how are things inside the castle? You settle in alright?"

She nods, but still doesn't say anything. So either she's trying to hide something from you, or she just doesn't have anything to say on the topic. Likely the latter, if you're being honest- Okita doesn't strike you as someone that cares enough about what other people think to keep quiet about stuff like this.

So, change of tracks.

"Did you know this isn't the first different world I've been in?"

That gets her attention. She doesn't speak, but she lays her head back onto your shoulder to look at you from the corner of her eyes. Your hands, of course, still idly playing with her breasts.

"In fact, were you summoned from Earth Bet?" Silent staring. No.

"Alright. So, quick fun fact: Multiverse theory is real. There is an endless number of possible parallel worlds with an endless number of possible differences. I know that because it was common sense where I came from; a mad tinker opened a miniature portal to another earth. That's why we began to call them earth Aleph and earth Bet, after the hebrew alphabet."

"Were there any other differences?" Now she starts speaking. Yeah, you called it: Okita will stay silent until she has something to say, then say it. Score one for psychoanalyst Gabe!

"Well, there were capes. That's what people with powers were commonly called. Parahumans is the technical term. No idea exactly how they worked, though I don't think it was by magic the way stuff works in this world, their powers were... static, in a way magic isn't. Some could find new ways to use them and all, but they could never make any fundamental changes the way stuff works here."

You smile a little for her benefit as you prattle on a bit. "I know a lot about this stuff because I was actually studying parahuman science in college before, y'know, stuff happened. By that I mean I died, then randomly came back as a vampire."

She's still silent, but you can feel what she wants to communicate.

"Hey, I'm just as stumped as you about how that happened. I think it may have to do with the Simurgh attack that happened on the very same day, but I'm sure as hell not telling anyone about that. Not even my sister."

Curiosity? Ah, Simurgh.

"Ah, the Simurgh is one of the Endbringers. They were these big monsters that showed up about once every three months and killed everyone."

At her stare, you just smile.

"No, really! Behemoth, Leviathan and the Simurgh. Three different words for 'you are fucked'. Some also called them the herokiller, city breaker and hopeslayer, respectively, though I think that's way too melodramatical. Behemoth was a dynakinetic, meaning he could just freely use energy. Has a kill radius where you just cook from the inside out if you're too close, shoots lightning and radiation, all the good stuff.

Leviathan had hydrokinesis. All the hydrokinesis. Basically just fucked around on the bottom of the ocean until he came up to sink a city. or more. In fact, he sunk the entirety of Kyushu and Newfoundland on Earth Bet. Turned Japan into a third-world country overnight, what with the massive amounts of refugees. A lot of them ended up settling in America, actually, I knew a lot of them from Brockton bay.

And, well, then there's the Simurgh. Telekinesis, precognition and mindrape. Basically turned people into bombs that would go off at the worst possible time, and not always in obvious ways. Small things, forgetting your keys at the morning, taking a bit longer at work, and the guy that would invent a cure to cancer dies in a car accident. Butterfly effect. Eventually, people just decided to wall off any city it attacked to make sure the damage was contained."

Wordlessly, she prods you on. And so you keep on talking, telling her about how life was like on Earth Bet, about how the gangs outnumbered the heroes, about how you decided to make a point and start your own gang, all that stuff. Eventually, though, you breach a topic you'd been meaning to raise with her.

"Actually, if I really wanted to get back, I could just do it." She's a little confused, but wants you to continue. "Basically, one of my abilities is to jump between dimensions, parallel or otherwise. In fact, I once visited a version of earth two hundred years in the future, where nukes fell during the cold war or something. The world was a radioactive wasteland, but they had cool technology I stole the designs of. But yeah, I can always find my way back to Earth Bet if I want to, and the only reason me and Sarah are here is that we were thrown off course by that hero summoning ritual.

Not that I mind. I grow in power by eating people, and big wars like the one here are a great way to eat lots of people without having to hide it. Plus, no modern technology, meaning less issues most of the time. That's why I turned Sarah, too."

She stirs at this. "You can turn people into vampires?"

"Yup. Turned her when we had lots of prisoners to feed her with and she's been training her powers ever since."

She settles down again. Ah well, you've about run out of stuff to prattle on about, so you just pinch her nipples and settle in for a while of playing with her tits as she sits on your lap.

There's worse ways to spend time.