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The weather outside the castle was the worst the kingdom of Solania had seen in nearly a century. The rain hammered against the ancient stone walls like a vengeful warhammer and the roaring belts of thunder that seemed to echo across the ranges sounded as if the very gods they worshipped were angry at their very existence. The mountains that surrounded the city on all sides, which provided it with an almost impenetrable defence, now only served to create looming shadows that only intensified the feelings of loneliness and isolation that pervaded the kingdom. The streets below were all but devoid of life, a few scant guards patrolling the walkways were the only signs that the city was populated at all. If one looked a little closer, one might see the flickering candles of those weathering out the storm in their homes. The overall atmosphere of the city was glum at best, and outright depressing at worst.
This depressing atmosphere was almost fitting to the young prince, who was knelt over the withered form of his father. Prince Antoine was rather small for his age, something he was rather self-conscious about. His frame was slight, slightly toned with muscle gained from horse riding and fencing lessons, but many around the court would mistake him for a loose child, much to his chagrin. This, combined with his overly soft and curly blonde hair led to him being considered a joke among the other nobles his age, the only respect given to him being from the fact that he was the direct successor to King Guillaume.
But all of that didn't matter now, all that mattered to Antoine was his ailing father in front of him. It was no question that King Guillaume was going to pass eventually, the illness that ravaged his body was too ingrained to be removed through healers or through prayer, the only question was when. This question however was confounded again and again, the king's health seemed to crest and trough like the tides. One day he would be confined to his bed, too weak to even lift his head to eat, the next he would appear to be as fit as he usually would, walking about like there was nothing wrong. The elderly king baffled even the most skilled of healers, the severity of his illness should have rendered him nigh comatose by this point! And yet he continued living like the stubborn old man he was. But now his stubbornness had finally caught up with him, and Hel would not be denied her soul.
King Guillaume gripped the collar of Antoine's shirt, pulling him close, "Listen my boy." He let loose a series of violent, hacking coughs, small flecks of blood appearing on the pristine white sheets. "I'm sorry, I know I haven't been the best father to you. Were I to have another chance, I would truly raise you to be my own, not pawn you off to a wet-nurse so I could pursue more petty politics." A tear began to roll down his eye, more memories returning to his fading mind, "If I had known that your mother would pass so soon, I'd..." Another series of coughs rang out, even more blood on the sheets.
Tears streamed down the young prince's pale skin, "Please father! You mustn't strain yourself!"
The king weakly smiled, "My dear Antoine, I will miss you dearly. I know you will lead this country of mine to greatness. I die happy knowing Solania is under your rule..." With those final words, the king drew his last breath, his eyes going wide and his head slumping to the side. Antoine grieved over his father's corpse for hours upon end, the counsellors and noblemen of the court making sure to give the despairing prince the time and space he needed to mourn. This sympathy didn't stop them from immediately scheming behind his back, however.
As the last nobleman left the room, an elderly priest walked over to the now King Antoine. He laid a gentle hand on his shoulder, hoping to be a calming influence on the troubled young man. "Your father is in a better place now." The kindly priest said. It was just another meaningless platitude to Antoine, another scheming snake trying to buy favour from him with acts of saccharine. "He wouldn't want you to lose sleep over him, why don't you get some rest? We'll prepare him for his funeral, and you can prepare for court tomorrow." Antoine sighed; the priest was right. Day was quickly approaching, and the court would eat him alive if he showed even a moment of weakness. He wished he'd spent more time studying instead of pursuing meaningless hobbies, but he'd just have to learn on the spot.
Walking back to his room, the guards made sure to give the young king plenty of room, some even gave their condolences. Normally such an act would be considered improper of a guard, but Antoine just wanted to rest. This whole day had tired him both mentally and physically, and he just wanted it to be over. Perhaps this awful day was just a nightmare, and it would all go away. But deep down, he knew today was all too real, and he'd have to just get used to it, life wasn't fair, it never was. If it was, he'd still have his mother, and his father would be as happy and healthy as he was all those years ago.
Opening the door to his room, Antoine saw his faithful maid Sarah, standing dutifully by the side of his bed. Sarah was a very beautiful woman, most of the maids who worked in the castle were at least pleasant to work with, but Sarah was almost angelic in her beauty. Her almost white hair seemed to effortlessly stream down her back, a few loose strands falling in front of her face only serving to enhance her frankly mesmerizing face. High cheekbones, a cute little button nose, large lips and striking blue eyes made her truly look like a being sent from the heaven's, and for his early years, Antoine truly thought she was an angel, much to her delight. But now, that wonderfully radiant face held a sombre expression, only serving to pull Antoine further into his sadness. "Hello my lord. I have prepared the bed for you, would you like a glass of milk? Some reading material?" Even in his gloom, Antoine couldn't help but smile at her attentiveness.
"No Sarah, I just want to sleep." He said slightly forcefully. Cursing inwardly, he looked up at the maid, who showed no sign of offence. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap like that..."
Sarah simply smiled, "I understand master, you've had an extremely tough day. You didn't mean to, and I take no offence. Now, if there isn't anything else, I shall take my leave." She said, before quietly closing the door behind her. Antoine knew that Sarah would be vital in the coming weeks, not just as his maid and caregiver, but also as a rock of sorts. She'd always been the person he went to vent about whatever had happened that day, whether it was another noble child making fun of him, a bad test result, or just a bad day in general, Sarah would always lend an ear to him, no matter what.
As he closed his eyes, Antoine quietly sobbed to himself.
The tent city that had been set up on the outskirts of Solania was quaint to say the least, though many of its occupants would have some very colourful words to say about the living conditions they were forced to endure. But for all the complaining and bickering, everyone knew why they were here. The kingdom of Lescatie had fallen, which was soon followed by the takeover of Balfour's Hold, and then the rather peaceful occupation of Aeris. These three powerful human settlements had all fallen to the might of the Demon Lord's armies, and the leaders within the Royal Makai's high command wanted to push the offensive even further, perhaps pushing all the way to the holy capital itself. General Clara didn't really care for all of this however, she simply wanted to plant herself in the history books alongside Druella and Bhallara, and then find herself a husband and retire to the coast for a comfortable and love-filled eternity. But in order to achieve this goal, she'd risen through the ranks of the Demon Lord's army, proving her loyalty again and again until she was place in command of her own regiment. With this, she would finally place herself in the history books, and perhaps snag herself a cute royal for a husband.
Clara was a demon, a particularly high ranked and powerful demon at that. Her sapphire skin awed all in her presence, although her body could just as easily arouse or intimidate. Her face was a seemingly perfect blend of power and grace, piercing red eyes surrounded by pitch black sclera that could put the fear of Maou into even the most vicious of hellhounds were coupled by perfectly formed lips that seemed to be designed solely for aesthetic purposes, their charm only highlighted by the ebony lipstick that shone with an almost impossible level of gloss. Her horns, the pride of any succubi, had come in far more than any other demon in the camp, marking her as one of the most powerful demons that currently existed, barring the lilims themselves.
Clara's body on the other hand was designed solely to seduce. A surface glance would leave one wondering how such a scrawny looking demon could ever rise to such a level of power, but behind the seemingly weak looking arms lay a being that could rip trees in half without breaking so much as a sweat. Her magics allowed her body to focus on far more important features, from her luscious breasts, all the way down to her powerful thighs, there was no part of her that could be considered mediocre in any way.
Sweeping away the curtains to her tent in a rather flamboyant manner, Clara entered to find her tactician Lyssa, hunched over the map, muttering something in a language even she couldn't understand.
Lyssa was a lich, a rather old one at that, although you wouldn't be able to tell it from her appearance. Her demeanour was somewhere between dismissive and pissed off, and was easily able to drive away any who dared to enter her presence, luckily Clara was more than familiar than her, she was even able to earn the occasional smirk from the austere corpse. Her clothes were far more conservative than Clara's, though with what Clara was wearing, there wasn't much of a contest. Her somewhat shapely form was mostly covered with tanned leather armour, runic symbols dancing across every inch, showing how powerful the rather unassuming armour truly was. Attached to the top of her robe was a long purple cloak, seeming to billow with some unseen breeze, adding to her mysterious aura. Lyssa's face was similar to a lot of liches, emotionless and expressionless, the only emotions that deigned to cross her face to most people were either an incensed glare or a frustrated glower.
Lyssa gave a rather loud sigh, mainly to grab Clara's attention, for she didn't really need to breathe at all. "Are you finally ready to start this little plan of yours your majesty?" Her tone was like the rest of her, mainly emotionless, with a slight hint of frustration and snark.
"Of course!" Clara declared in a grandiose manner, "I trust that you've sorted everything out?"
Lyssa grunted, "No thanks to you" She muttered, "But yes, we've had the mages scour the city walls, searching for any weakness whatsoever, and we succeeded."
Clara clapped her hands gleefully, "Wonderful!" She approached the map, "Now then, where is it?"
Lyssa pointed to a green circle on the map, "Here, the mages found a rather glaring hole in the city's protective field. If one was particularly skilled in teleportation magic, they would be able to easily enter the city with none the wiser." She turned to Clara, who was more concerned with her nails than the speech the Lich was giving. "Now, I shouldn't need to remind you that this is incredibly foolish for someone who is meant to be as powerful as you, I mean, if you mess up one part of this, one part, this entire operation will come crashing down around us. You'd be known as a failure and an idiot at best. Do you still want to do this?"
Clara gave a dismissive wave, "Relax! I've got this! I'll be in and out before you know it!"
Lyssa looked to be summoning up the anger to give another rant before putting her hand on her forehead, "Fuck it, I can't stop you. Just know that I won't be held responsible for when you inevitably mess this whole thing up."
The demon gave her a quick pat on the shoulder, "Ye have little faith! I shall be back before sunrise, that I promise you!" Said Clara, before she vacated the tent.
Lyssa decided to relax back into her seat, using a mage hand to pour herself a much-needed drink.
The rain was just as heavy as it was when it started, it pelted the ground relentlessly, turning the ground into a thick, gloopy mess that made travel by anything other than foot nigh impossible. Luckily for Clara, spells of floating are rather easy to master, and she really didn't want to mess up her clothes any more than the rain was. She took a quick look at the guards who were patrolling back and forth, their expressions were hard to read in the darkness and rain, but the auras they gave off were filled to the brim with sadness and loneliness, even among those that were marked as married. It hurt Clara right to her very soul to see these people suffering from such an awful system, and it reminded her of her ultimate purpose.
Casting an invisibility spell, she carefully made her way to the edge of the city to find the weak spot that Lyssa was talking about. After searching for a few minutes, she saw it, an almost imperceptible break in the already hard to see barrier that covered the walled city. All cities ruled by the order had a barrier such as this, they had to if they didn't want to be immediately bombarded with dragons, harpies, and other flying mamono of all kinds. But with cities as large as this, there were almost guaranteed to be cracks in the barrier. Clara had to be quick though, her attitude towards Lyssa may have been rather flippant, but she knew how important it was to keep the journey's short, lest the many mages inside find out about their one means of entering the city stealthily.
Blinking through the magical hole, Clara stood on top of the monolithic wall, getting a rather stunning view over the sprawling city. But this was no time to sightsee, she had a mission to accomplish, and she couldn't be distracted. Rushing over the rooves of businesses and homes alike, Clara made her way to the castle as quick as she could without giving away her position, her magics keeping her hidden and muffling her footsteps.
With a large flap of her wings, Clara leapt up to a small window on the castle's exterior. The inside was nice and quiet, just as it should be for this time at night. Slipping the window open quietly, the demon dropped down, making sure close the window behind her. Now was the difficult part, finding the king of this castle, if she could show him the pleasures she was so eager to inflict upon him, it would go a long way towards weakening the city as a whole, but with how identical the hallways looked, finding the king's room out of all these rooms would be a challenge to say the least. Skulking down the hallways like a shadow, Clara soon came across a room being guarded by what seemed to be a kikimora, if her radiant mana was to be believed. She looked to be an ordinary maid, but the aura coming off her was anything but ordinary. How a mamono like her could have resided here for any length of time was a mystery, but her presence did bode well for Clara.
As she approached however, the maid stood up and glared directly at the demon. The look in her eyes was not one of fear, or even of shock, this kikimora was pissed. "I should have known. I should have known that a vile demon like you would try to corrupt my master. I knew about the little gathering that you bitches have outside of the city, and I was more than willing to let it go ahead if it meant I could continue to keep serving my beloved master, but I thought too highly of you, didn't I?" Her voice was razor sharp, filled to the brim with venom and malice, it was the voice of someone who was defending her husband, something she was quite familiar with. But despite all the maid's anger, Clara could still pick up the scent of a male in the room the maid presided over, an unclaimed male to be precise.
With a smirk, Clara replied, "Is that so? I simply come in the name of love is all! And I would be more than happy to find you a most wonderful master! But I'm afraid the one in that room, is mine."
The kikimora scowled, drawing a wickedly sharp kitchen knife from her waist, "HOW DARE YOU! You are trying to take a claimed man! You are going against the very word of the Demon Lord herself! And to suggest I might take another after choosing him! You have a death wish demon!"
"I'd rather you calm down maid, it'd do us all a lot of good if you'd just calm down and let me through." Clara said, already beginning to prepare a sleep spell.
Sarah didn't respond, choosing to rush forward, knife in hand and murder written on her face. Clara simply raised her hand as a black mist poured forth, enveloping the kikimora as she fell asleep on the carpet immediately. Clara placed her hand on her back, "I'm sorry for all of this, I promise I will do good by you."
Opening the opulent doors, Clara finally laid her demonic eyes upon the prize to which she had been searching so hard for. In the luxurious bed, cocooned in silken sheets lay the now king of Solania, fast asleep. It was love at first sight for the older demon. His small form, his perfectly silken hair, his boyish face, everything about him seemed to be designed to invoke every positive reaction from her. From just this one glance, she knew he was going to be her eternal beloved, but to properly secure him, she needed to truly mark him as hers, and to do that, some preparations needed to be done.
With the flick of a wrist, the doors locked behind her, and silence runes appeared on every wall, ensuring that none of the upcoming tryst would leak out into the castle proper. With a predatory grin, Clara walked up to the sleeping king, slowly pulling back the sheets to reveal his lying form. Seeing him fully only made Clara's heartbeat even faster, she needed him now!
As she began to mount the sleeping king, Antoine awoke with a start. Upon seeing the looming demon hovering above him, Antoine reached for his trusty dagger and tried to scream, to call out for help, but was quickly stopped with an exquisitely manicured hand over his mouth and a spade-tipped tail brushing the blade of the nightstand. "Nope! I know this might be scary, but I promise I'll make you feel really good, you just need to be a good little boy, okay?" Her voice was like smoky honey, rough and gravelly, but smooth and seductive at the same time. It stirred feelings inside of him that he didn't quite understand, he'd learnt how the human body worked as a child, even those parts, but now he felt something strange in the trousers, something nice.
The demon laughed, "Ara ara! I see you enjoy this! You're a naughty boy, aren't you?" Antoine looked down, clearly embarrassed. The demon pulled his face back up to his, "Lucky for you, I love naughty little boys! Especially this naughty little part down here!" She said as she pulled his pyjama pants down, revealing his already hard member, a bead of pre already forming on the reddened tip.
"Mmmm, that's a nice-looking rod you've got there... It's making me so hot just looking at it. Do you want mama to suck on it?" Antoine nodded nervously, he didn't know what was going on, but this demon sounded nice, and maybe she could help with his predicament.
"Ohoho! Are you sure? Do you want an unholy demon like me to sully your precious innocence?" Clara just loved teasing this pure, virginal spirit. She would stop if he asked, of course, she wasn't that uncaring. Antoine nodded again, more vigorously this time. "Very well then, prepare to feel heaven!"
As the demon general squeezed her prodigious breasts against his phallus, all thoughts of resistance fled from the young king, all he could think about was the almost maddening pleasure that came from her heavenly breasts. Clara decided at that moment to start moving, his face was already wonderful, so lost was he in the thralls of pleasure, but how wonderful would he look when she really started to get into it? Slowly moving her bust up, Antoine let out a low, lilting groan, much to her delight.
Not wanting to stall any longer, Clara really started her titfuck. After drooling a little to get that all-important lubrication, she started wildly bucking her breasts up and down, adding in a quick suck every now and again, just to spice things up. Antoine was almost on the verge of tears, but Clara did not fret, for she knew in her heart of hearts that they were merely tears of overwhelming pleasure, rather than sadness or pain.
Antoine on the other hand, was on cloud nine. His inexperienced body was teetering on the precipice of orgasm, and it seemed that one more rub would cause him to explode. Clara picked up on this instinctively, "You're close, aren't you?" Antoine groaned, prompting a predatory grin. "That's it... I'm going to suck up all of that wonderful essence you've saved up for me," she punctuated the sentence with a teasing caress to his balls, "I'm going to take all of your marvellous semen for myself and mark you as mine. Doesn't that sound wonderful?" Antoine nodded weakly, not hearing most of what she said. Clara simply grinned before giving one last violent squeeze of her breast and a particularly strong suck upon his penis, causing him to cry out in wonderful rapture.
As the first drops of essence landed upon the aged demon's tongue, her eyes went wide. She had consumed spirit energy before, many times actually, but it was mainly in the form of a supplement. A bland, unpalatable powder that was fit only for recovering one's magical reserves and for the direst of emergencies. Once any self-respecting mamono got their hands on a husband, the substitute would go from tasting bland, to downright horrible, so powerful was the element of love and affection when it came to honing one's palette. These thoughts rushed through her head as the magically enhanced load passed through her mouth, she would never be able to go back to supplement now that she had finally tasted fresh essence, and she relished the thought. But a more unsavoury thought also sprung up, she wouldn't be able to properly claim him until the invasion begun, so she wouldn't have a consistent source of mana until then, she would need to be conservative with her magic use, lest she run out in a tricky situation without the benefit of some substitute on her hands. Just the idea of having to consume substitute, even in an emergency, made her stomach wretch.
Antoine's thoughts were considerably simpler, for his mind was little more than a conduit for the unholy pleasures that this demon had inflicted upon his unwilling (but all too willing) body. He tried to move but found his already weakened limbs being held down by the soft, pliable demon above him. Clara giggled rather cutely, "Nope! You see, it's going to be a rather long time before we see each other again, and I need as much of that wondrous white stuff you've got stored down there!" Antoine's eyes widened; he'd just finished! How could he-
Clara answered before he could finish his thought, "It's just magic honey! Don't worry about it~ Mama will take great care of you!" She said huskily, before gently lowering herself down onto his now rejuvenated manhood.
The feeling was somehow even better than before! Her insides were maddeningly warm, but not to the point where it was uncomfortable in any way. It seemed to twist and turn and caress him with a mind of its own, his penis fitting snugly inside, like it was a lock and key. Antoine grimaced, trying his best to endure the insane amounts of ecstasy the demon was inflicting upon him. Clara was looking no better, biting her lip, and squeezing a breast idly to stave off her own orgasm. After a few minutes of steadying and heavy breathing, Clara made the first move, planting her black clawed hands gently upon Antoine's chest before beginning her maddening motions.
Antoine moaned even louder, so loud in fact that they would most likely have been found out, had Clara not thought ahead with the silence runes. Her insides seemed to be doing their absolute best to keep his manhood inside, clutching fitfully as she lifted herself up, only to then refuse entry as she made her way back down. "D-don't hold back!" Clara said, clearly capable of going for much, much longer, "J-just let it all out d-darling! Cum for mama!"
Despite the intense stimulation the demon was giving him, it was those words that seemed to open the floodgates. With a shriek, Antoine seemed to let loose rope after rope of semen within Clara's eager and all too willing womb. He seemed to release far more than was possible for someone of his stature or health, but it was more than clear that magic was certainly at play here. After what felt like an eternity, Antoine went fully limp, and Clara soon collapsed down on top of him, making sure to give him room to breathe.
"Mmmmm, that was absolutely wonderful darling... I'm so glad I got to you first. We're going to have such a wonderful life together..." Clara said rather dreamily, giving Antoine's head a gentle scratch. He raised an eyebrow at the proclamation, surely, she was here to devour his soul, right? That's what demons did, right? Clara just gave a tired chuckle, "I see the trepidation in those cute little eyes of yours. No, I'm not going to eat you or drag your soul to Hades or any of that awful stuff. No, I just want to live a nice quiet life with you darling, but I need your help."
"My help? What do you need me for?" Antoine said curiously, surely a demon as powerful as her would have no use for him in terms of combat!
Clara let off a far more undignified laugh, "No no no! I just need you to hang on for a little bit. I won't be able to see you for a small while, I'll try to visit as much as I can, but I can't promise anything. So, I need you to be a brave little boy, okay?" Antoine sheepishly nodded, "Excellent! I must go now, but I'll be back soon. Remember to not tell anyone about this, okay?" Antoine nodded again, a small smile creeping onto his face at the thought of her meeting him again.
Clara gave him one final head scratch and kiss before she left. Leaving the opulent bedroom quietly, she came across the still sleeping form of the now revealed kikimora maid. If she were a more uncaring soul, she might have left the wolf-bird maid to her fate, but even thinking about something so horrible made her grimace. Using her demonic strength, she hoisted the monster main on her shoulder before absconding back into the night.
Antoine awoke the next day, his body still shaking slightly from the intense lovemaking that the demon he now knew as Clara had given to him. As his mind went back to that wonderful break in last night, his mind seemed to be clouded with a pink mist whenever he thought of her, whether it was her loving personality, or her motherly body, he just couldn't bring himself to hate her, despite what his many years of order indoctrination might have drilled into him. But he knew he had to keep this a secret from everyone, for no one was safe from the judgement of the church. If he were to let loose about his...engagement...last night, he would be burnt at the stake within the hour.
With that sobering thought in mind, Antoine rose out of bed, putting his usual attire on before shakily making his way out into the hall. He expected to see his trusty maid Sarah, but for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Sarah wasn't there to greet him. For every day of his life, Sarah was there to greet him and make his breakfast for the day, and her absence was a worrying sight.
Before he could question further, a soldier rushed up to the young king, a serious and almost scary expression on his face. "My lord! Are you well?"
"Y-yes. W-what happened?" Antoine said, hoping for answers about Sarah's disappearance.
"There has been a break in, something managed to gain access to the castle, and abscond with your personal servant!" Antoine was shocked beyond words. Did Clara do this? She was such a nice woman, was she even capable of doing something so dastardly?
"Was anything valuable stolen?" Antoine replied, getting a hold of his emotions for a moment.
"That's the weird thing! Nothing of value was taken, nor were any high-value targets killed or kidnapped. For all intents and purposes, they were only interested in the maid..." The soldier said, now more confused than anything. "But that's not important, the main thing is that you're well and present." Antoine gave a slightly pained smile as he walked out to the dining room alone for the first time in his life.
The walk was far more intimidating without Sarah beside him, she seemed to be a calming presence that eased his nerves and soothed his soul. But now, these familiar halls seemed ominous and looming, the guards who dotted the sides seemed more imposing than ever, he truly felt alone in his own home.
After a rather silent and depressing breakfast, Antoine tried to make his way to the daily court, only to be stopped by some minor nobles. They explained in a rather condescending tone that he, despite being the king, was far too young to rule the country, and that the more experienced among them should lead the country in his place. Antoine was in no place to argue, he really didn't know how to run a country at all, despite the countless hours spent studying history, law, and all those other things. When it came down to it, he knew a lot, but lacked the experience necessary to run the kingdom like his father did.
Just the thought of his father brought fresh tears to Antoine's face. He was just a child, but he was already disrespecting his father by ignoring his final wishes. He wasn't ruling the country in his stead, he was just an ignorant child who was never given any respect. Antoine wanted to break down, but Clara's words still reverberated in his head, he needed to be strong for her. Everything would be okay with her. He chuckled hoarsely to himself, all the high priest's ramblings of demons corrupting and hypnotizing the youth seemed to be true, but rather than devouring his soul and dragging him to eternal torture, she was promising a life of simplicity and pleasure, a much nicer proposition if must say so himself.
Clara strode back into her tent, a smug grin on her face and an even wider sway in her hips. Lyssa was currently scribbling away on her notepad, most likely some arcane potion she'd never actually make. "I'm baaack!" Clara announced loudly, much to the lich's annoyance.
Lyssa scowled, "Yes, I can quite clearly see and hear that! Did you manage to do everything?"
"I most certainly did! I've got that cute little king wrapped around my finger, now we can move on to phase 2!" Clara said, placing Sarah down gently.
Lyssa raised an eyebrow at the new arrival, "And may I ask, who is this?"
Clara chuckled nervously, "Well, the plan didn't go quite as well as I anticipated..." Lyssa scowled even harder, crossing her arms in such a way that subconsciously emphasized her rather modest bust, modest that is, compared to Clara. "This is the king's personal maid, who I had to remove in order to gain access to the king's quarters."
Lyssa's look shifted suddenly to horror, "You-you didn't!"
Clara immediately backpedalled, "No! Nonononono! She's just unconscious! Look!" She pointed to the kikimora, more specifically, her slowly rising chest and gentle breaths. "She was the maid to the king, she had to be removed for the plan to work!"
Lyssa stared daggers, "So you're telling me you took her from her master? Is this what you've resorted to?"
Clara started to weep, she knew she needed to do this, but to be reminded of how awful it was tore her up inside. "I-I promised to find her someone else, and she hadn't consummated their relationship! It was fair game!"
As the shouting and crying match between the sorrowful demon and increasingly angry lich grew more and more vigorous, the sleeping kikimora began to awaken. Brushing the crust out of her eyes, she surveyed her now unfamiliar surroundings. Pieces of the events that occurred last night returned to her addled mind slowly, her nightly procedures with the young king, her infatuation with him, and her silent watch outside his room. But more thoughts came, the demon, her attempts to subdue her, and the spell that rendered her unconscious. With those thoughts, the bird maid drew a razor-sharp cooking knife she kept on her body for times like this and pointed it threateningly at the now stunned duo.
"Where am I! Who are you! Where is the king!" Her questions were quick, and her gaze was iron.
The demon and lich gave a quick glance between each other before Clara decided to step forward. As she moved forward, the maid prepared to strike, causing Clara to raise her hands in an attempt to calm the rabid Kiki. "Easy, easy, we don't mean you any harm. Do you mind telling us your name?" Clara said trying her damndest to stay calm and collected. In truth, the maid would be no match, physically or magically, compared to the trained warrior general and the wizened archmage tactician, but Clara really needed to show the maid that no harm would come to her here.
The maid's face faltered slightly as she lowered the knife. "Sarah, my name is Sarah."
Clara clapped her hands together, "Wonderful! It's a pleasure to meet you Sarah! My name is Clara, and that," she pointed over her shoulder at the disinterested looking lich, "is Lyssa. Don't mind the frigid attitude, she hasn't found the one just yet." Clara said smugly, knowing without looking that Lyssa was scowling even harder at the reveal of her virginity.
Sarah's face scrunched up in anger once more, "YOU!" She shouted, gripping the knife with whitened knuckles, "You're the one that took Antoine from me! You're the one who sundered his pure and innocent soul!" She lunged at Clara, trying to land a killing blow to the harlot that took her beloved from her, only to be quickly subdued again in magical chains.
Clara looked upon the now sobbing maid with a look of abject pity on her face. Her suffering was a knife through Clara's heart, and she knew she needed to help her in whatever way she could. "Please understand that I did what I did for the benefit of your city. And that on my honour as a demon, I shall endeavour to help you find the one that shall be your one and only, that I promise to you."
"But he was my beloved! I chased away harlot after vile harlot from him, in the hopes he would see me, not as his loyal maid, but as a woman worthy of his love. But that's all gone now. You've defiled him with your sinful body, cast him into the pit of degeneracy!" Her words were punctuated with heavy sobs, even the austere lich felt her undead soul twitch a little in sadness.
Clara hugged the kikimora tightly, trying to convey all of her feelings. "You may not believe me, and you have every right to not do so, but when the day comes, you can have the first choice of whatever man you want. Anything to repay the heartache I put you through."
Sarah sniffed, "C-can I leave?"
Clara shook her head sadly, "This camp is under a spell of invisibility. If you left now, you'd most likely be spotted instantly by a patrolling soldier. You have to stay here unfortunately, but you shall rest in our finest of tents!" The words meant little to her, but she did smile at the sheer optimism being radiated from her being.
"O-okay," Sarah said, her tears finally subsiding. "Can I leave now? I promise not to leave the camp."
"Of course!" Clara said, giving a gentle pat on the shoulder, "Introduce yourself with the girls, they'll be mighty happy to see someone like you around!"
And with that, the kikimora left, mostly cheered up, but with a slightly depressed aura still hanging around her being. Clara sighed heavily, grabbing a large bottle of Barometz cider from her personal cabinet. It was some pretty strong stuff, strong enough to get anyone who wasn't a red oni or made up of 90% muscle drunk within a few strong gulps. After downing a sizable portion of the bottle, Clara turned to Lyssa, who was already preparing the plans for phase 2 of the takeover.
"Why does this need to be so haaaard!" Clara moaned, the alcohol already taking a hold on her, "I mean, old Dru didn't have any troubles like this, neither did Bhallara, so why do have to deal with heartbreak like this!" She mumbled, falling on to the carpeted floor with a small hiccough.
Lyssa sighed, "Maybe, and hear me out on this one. It's because those two had a lot more time on their hands? Bhallara took several months and Druella took seventy freaking years! You're trying to do this in a matter of weeks! Of course things are going to go wrong like this!" She pulled the tipsy demon up by the arm, steadying her as she stumbled to her feet.
"Now then." Clara said, clearing her head slightly, "What's the plan now?"
Lyssa pointed at what looked to be a rather crude map of the castle town. The main streets and passageways were fairly accurate, as should be expected, but everything else was rather crude. No alleyways were shown, and no descriptions of any notable landmarks were given, typical of a rushed map. But for the situation and circumstances they were in, it was more than enough.
"The next part of the plan will be to create localized demon realms within the city, and when I say localized, I mean a single house. But these realms will serve to speed up the process of conversion when the invasion rolls around proper." Lyssa said, not even glancing at Clara.
"I've calculated that the optimal points for these realms are here," She pointed to an area on the west side of town, inside the business district, "And here." She moved her finger to an area over by the military area. "These areas, when motivated by an invasion force's amount of demonic energy, will expand and make resistance all but impossible." Lyssa stood back up, giving a sideways glance in Clara's direction. "Now, I could ask the kunoichi we have here to go do this, but I have a feeling you want to do this, don't you?"
Clara beamed with pride, "Of course! Such an important task should only be done by the one in charge! Like Druella before me!"
Lyssa sighed again, a small smile creeping onto her face, "Fine! Just remember to not get caught!"
Clara gave another laugh as she left the tent, "Didn't happen the first time, won't happen today!"
Melissa was probably the most ordinary person in the town of Solania, and that was saying something. She wasn't particularly attractive, her nose was slightly crooked, and her breasts were rather flat, but she was in no way hideous as well. Her life was just as ordinary, she grew up in an ordinary family, got ordinary grades at school, and went on to have an ordinary job as the owner of the local bookstore. The most excitement she had on a day to day basis was when some customer would accidentally knock a shelf over and send the books all over the place.
Sure, her life was kind of boring, but in a world where monsters seemed to prowl every dark corner, ordinary was perfectly fine by her standards. Her boring life was lacking in one area however, she was currently alone in romantic terms. For most of her life she'd never really considered romance in any real way beyond a few childhood crushes on the local knights, but as her life continued onwards, the isolated life she led began to creep up on her, making her feel all the more lonely and miserable. There was that one nice bookkeeper who worked across the street, she wouldn't mind being with him, but a man like that would have far better prospects than the lonely little librarian who no-one really interacted with. That still didn't stop her from fantasizing all sorts of wild, fantastical scenarios to while away the rather dull hours.
But now things were getting rather unordinary, and rather scary to Melissa. First there were sightings of monsters close to city wall, then the castle was broken into! All of this caused her to retreat further and further into her shop, where nothing could hurt her, and everything would be just fine, at least, that's what she told herself.
But on one cold and dark night, a loud thump came from the very back of the store, it seemed to echo all around, coming from all directions at once. With a timid step, Melissa stepped forward, trying her best not to cry from fear. "H-hello? W-who's there? T-the store i-is closed!" She murmured softly, praying to the chief god that whoever or whatever was in her store would just leave if asked.
Venturing deeper inside, the scant light given off by the moon soon vanished, and the only light provided was a small lantern that could barely light the space around her. The bookshelves she spent so long around now loomed overhead like judging monoliths, their immense size only serving to trap the nervous librarian between them.
Another sound was heard, a giggle this time, reverberating around so that the source couldn't be determined. Melissa was on the ragged edge now, terrified out of her wits, she just wanted the nightmare to end. A cold breeze drifted over her shoulder, causing her to jump and drop the lantern with a thunk. Cursing to herself, she bent down to pick the metal lantern up, only to be greeted by the dark-eyed glare of an honest to god demon.
Melissa didn't react at first, such an absurd scenario would cause anyone to stop for a moment. But after regaining her senses, she screamed as loud as she could possibly manage, trying desperately to alert someone, anyone! But before she could finish drawing a breath, the demon closed the distance between them, placing a single manicured finger on her lips with a small "shhhh."
"There's no need to fear! I'm not going to hurt such a beautiful woman..." Her tone was sultry and seductive, like a noble or one of those prostitutes that hang out in the seedier parts of town. Melissa simply whimpered, hoping the demon wouldn't claw her throat out with one of her many razor-sharp talons.
"You see, I need your help to make this city of yours a far, far happier place. But to do that, I'm going to have to look through you a little bit. I promise I won't harm you in any way, but I do have ways to silence you if need be." Her tone was still husky, but her words only heightened her fear. Said fear only increased when she felt...something...probing inside of her. There was no blood, nor was there any pain, but it felt like the demon's fingers were caressing her very soul with an unearthly tenderness. It almost felt kind of nice.
"Mmmm, yesss, there's a lot to work with in here. You have a sweetheart, yes?" Melissa shook her head, a tear forming in her eye. "Oh! You have your eye on a handsome young man, but you haven't the courage to visit him? Truly a heart wrenching tale." Melissa began to weep in earnest, the demon's ministrations bringing every insecurity to the forefront.
"Don't cry! I've come to help you!" Melissa looked up, the demon looked genuinely caring, far more so than any propaganda picture she'd ever seen. "Do you want him? Do you want to be with your beloved?" This was a trick question, it had to be! She was a demon! But her tone was filled with honesty, she couldn't bring herself to hate her, no matter how hard she tried. Her slowly diminishing rational mind told her that this calmness was simply the work of suggestive magics, but every other part told her to trust her. So she did.
"I do! I want to hold him in my arms! I want to have his children! I want to be with him forever!" Melissa said, her voice filled with newfound determination. This demon may be damning her soul to eternity, but if she could have heaven on earth with him, perhaps it would be worth it.
The demon laughed happily, "Yes! Yes! That's what I love to see! You humans are so endearing when you finally recognize the importance of love!" She gripped Melissa's hand, a thin black strand making its way down her perfectly toned arm like a line of ink. "Now, I need to say this, what will happen now is permanent, it cannot be undone. You will be granted happiness beyond measure, and an enhanced lifespan in which to enjoy it, but you will never return to your flawed human form ever again. Do you want to go on?" The words she spoke brokered no argument, she was offering paradise in exchange for her human fragility, what did she have to lose? Melissa nodded, she wanted this.
The demon smiled warmly, "Thank you. I promise this won't hurt at all. Oh, and my name's Clara by the way." And with that, the thread snaked up her arm, coating every part of her in a thin black film. It should have felt cold and slimy, but it felt warm and soft, like a comforting blanket, so much so that her legs soon buckled, and she collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Opening her eyes, Melissa groaned slightly, pushing herself up. She wondered why she was on the floor, as well as why she had that odd nightmare, but it was in the past now, and that's all that matters. As she was getting up however, she noticed her now perfect night vision, odd for someone who usually had trouble with matters related to vision, but perfectly explainable. As she looked down however, she noticed in horror that her legs were covered with fine white fur, dark patterns trailing down to cloven hooves. Feeling her head, Melissa shrieked when she felt two stout horns on either side of her head.
Before she could collapse down on the ground again, Melissa felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, holding her in place. "Whoa there! Feeling alright?"
"Feeling alright? FEELING ALRIGHT!?!\" Melissa screamed, "I'M A DAMN MONSTER NOW!!!" Her screams died down into feeble whimpers, "I'm going to die, aren't I? They'll find me, and I'll burn on the stake, and I, and I-"
Melissa's ramblings were cut short by a finger placed gently on her mouth, "No you will not, I will make sure of it."
"Okay then, what am I then? I'm not human, that's for sure..." She said, immediately regretting her decision.
Clara hummed for a second, "Well, with the colour of your fur, and those horns, you're either a holstaur or a-" Clara's musings were cut off when Melissa began to scream again, a red eye forming on her forehead, peeking out from her white bangs. "Well that certainly answers things, you're what is known as a Hakutaku, a particularly unique mamono from Zipangu."
"Zipang-what now? Hakutaku? Have you gone loopy?" All these new words were driving her even more insane than she currently felt.
"It's pronounced Zipangu dear, Zi-pan-gu," Clara said, making sure to annunciate the syllables clearly. "And yes, you are a Hakutaku, a type of bovine mamono well known for their remarkable intellect. The energy must have recognized your smarts!" Clara laughed. Still, Melissa was not at ease, the thoughts of her oncoming execution were still fresh in her mind. Clara noticed her terrified whimpers and pulled her into a tight hug, "Hey, I promised you wouldn't die for as long as I drew breath. That's why you'll want this!" Clara said as she pulled a rather bland looking necklace out of her satchel.
"And that is?" Melissa said, still confused as to what the demon was showing.
"This is an amulet of glamour! Go ahead, try it on!" Melissa did as she said, slipping the unassuming necklace onto her neck. As the necklace settled, she looked down to see her bovine feet had returned to their human forms, or at least they looked to be, an idle touch revealed it to be merely concealing it, rather than truly removing it. "This shall hide you until we take the town proper, until that time, you should unite with your beloved, you are more than capable now!"
The words stoked a fire within Melissa, thoughts of the meek man who she had crushed hard on came flooding into her mind. Some thoughts were tame, but most were lewd, and some were extremely lewd. All this added up to Melissa's breath increasing, and her legs quivering with anticipation.
"Go, go and find him, go with my blessing!" Clara farewelled, proud at her work.
Melissa didn't even give a goodbye, too engrossed was she in her desires. Clara didn't take any offense.
Antoine sat alone in his room, the moon sending a few rays into the large room, casting looming shadows across the floor. With Sarah gone, this room felt even more like a prison now. Even when she wasn't there, her presence was always there, calming and soothing him. Now all he had to keep him going was the thought of his wife returning to him. The thought of the powerful demon general known as Clara being his wife both terrified and humbled him. This being, that could take on heroes and champions had deigned herself worthy for him! But she was still a servant of the demon lord, and he would burn should it be revealed that he had had rather lascivious affairs with her.
His train of thought was interrupted by a tapping on the window, a figure he'd come to recognize as his wife stood on the balcony outside, loving smile on her face. Antoine quickly raced to the door, opening it promptly, only to be met with a suffocating hug.
"There's my little Antoine! How have you been holding up, my love!" Her tone brought solace to his heart; it was a suitable substitute for Sarah.
"I-It's been hard without Sarah, but I'm glad you're here!" His tone was still nervous, but more akin to a nervous lover than a terrified prey creature, certainly a far cry from the scared little boy of last night.
"I'm truly sorry about your maid, but it's wonderful that you missed me that much! I need to be quick however, Lyssa will grumble to no end if I'm not back in time!" He was disappointed to hear, but any time with her was nice.
Clara quickly went to work, unfastening his pyjama bottoms and freeing his already stiff erection. It had grown a little since her last visit, her potent demonic energy had clearly been working wonders. The already wonderful scent it gave off was somehow even better now, such was the power of a bond between a man and mamono. Without any further teasing, Clara took him deep into her mouth, whirling her tongue around to touch every sensitive spot she had a subconscious knowledge of.
The pleasure Antoine felt was even greater than last night, that was a slow and sensual rendezvous between lovers, this was a quick pick-me-up to refill her mana stocks. But just because this was an easy way to replenish her magic stocks, that didn't stop her from putting her all into it, she would be doing a grave disservice if she did anything else.
A few more minutes of passionate and almost violent fellatio passed before Antoine moaned again, releasing his already rather pent up load into Clara's willing and all too eager mouth. Wiping a few stray droplets into her mouth, Clara picked the young king up into a princess carry, gently taking him to his bed. "That was marvellous my love, you never cease to disappoint!" She said, her tone just as loving as ever.
"How long do you have to keep this up?" Antoine asked, "I-I want to be with you all the time..." It was true, almost all his thoughts now were populated with Clara and her motherly form. Without Sarah to calm and soothe him, her presence was the only thing that kept him together.
Clara hugged him tightly, her prodigious bust squishing against his chest delightfully. "Just a few more days, I promise. I know this is hard, believe me, I want nothing more than to cuddle with you for a solid day or two at the very least. But until our plan comes to fruition, we must hold on. Just be strong for me, okay?"
Antoine sniffed, "Okay." The thought of being without her again was an even bigger stake through his heart. He wanted to spend every waking moment with her now, and to be told his antiquated kingdom was stopping him? He'd tear it all down in a heartbeat if asked. His father would surely be judging him, but the old coot never really loved his mother, so why should he think of him in times like this?
Clara gave a sad smile, "I'll see you tomorrow my love! Dream of me..."
And with that, she vanished again into the night, the only traces of her existence being the longing in his heart, and the scent of violets in the room.
"Another successful night, another boring human converted to the side of love!" Clara said as she re-entered the tent. Lyssa was busy making some new potions, most likely for her future husband than anyone else.
"Did anyone see you?" Lyssa muttered, more concerned with trying to get the balance of reagents right than with the brash, loud demon that walked in.
"Nope! I bet that plain old librarian is giving her hubby a real good seeing to by now!" Clara replied, still happy from her detour to the castle.
"Good, then we can move to the penultimate stage then." Lyssa walked back to the map, the circle to the right was glowing green now, marking it as a proto demon realm. "The last stage before the invasion proper is to convert the captain of the guard, this will create the second demon realm, as well as hobble any potential retaliation we might face." Lyssa stared directly into Clara's eyes, "This will easily be the hardest part of the mission, those barracks are easily the most guarded place in the entire city. You get caught there; the entire city will be on guard. DON'T, FUCK, THIS, UP."
Clara was quite shocked by the usually quiet lich's outburst, the most she usually got from her was a stern glare. To hear her this inflamed was quite the change in personality. "Lyssa dear, why so energetic? I've never seen you so passionate!"
Lyssa blushed, clearly embarrassed over her outburst, "This plan is my life's work, my magnum opus. Can't I be a little excited?"
"Oh of course! It's just a little odd is all!" Clara said cheerfully, "But you don't need to worry about me! I did this twice already! I'm better than any boring kunoichi!"
"Clara," Lyssa said sternly. "I care about you, you're one of my only friends, please be careful..."
Clara simply smiled, leaving the tent with a single nod. As she prepared to leave for her final stealth expedition, she paused when she saw Sarah having a blast of time making food for the army. The mamono eating her food were almost ecstatic, such was the quality of her food. The holstaurs who usually made the food were notable jealous. Clara smiled to herself, happy the kikimora was finding happiness in the camp.
The fact that the barracks were highly guarded was no surprise to Clara, she would have been more surprised if it wasn't. Troops of all kinds were gathered, with many patrols scouring the perimeter, most likely spooked from the castle break-in. The main target however was the guard captain stationed in the middle, but the first order of business was to sneak by the guards.
Moving silently around the back, Clara saw the tent where the captain was sleeping peacefully. From the quick glance she got, the captain would be a good addition to the mamono forces. Her form was thick with muscle, built up after many years of harsh training and brutal conditions, but it was still noticeably feminine, with decently sized breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs. The smell of desire emanating from her was even more reassuring, for it marked her as full of desire for love and adoration, she would be quite easy to corrupt.
Casting a silent sleep spell, Clara made the two guards fall asleep, making doubly sure to lay them down softly against the tent so as to not alert any attention. Silence runes were placed all over the tent and a lock spell was placed to keep their business, private. Getting a closer look at the captain, Clara grinned wide, oh yes, she would have fun with her!
The demon started with a small kiss, sending a small thread of demonic energy inside of her, beginning the process of corruption. The captain reacted, jumping up and grabbing her short sword. "DEMON! How dare you violate this sacred space! Your debauchery shall be your doom! GUARDS! KILL THIS HELL-SPAWN!" She screamed.
No one came.
The captain's eyes filled with fear, "W-what did you do!?"
Clara chuckled, "A few silence runes can do wonders in situations like this, now-" She closed the distance between them in a blink, "let's get personal!" Pulling the captain into a rather forceful kiss.
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Guard Captain Roslyn von Stroheim was someone who was always concerned with honour, not just with herself, but with her kingdom as a whole. Her parents were both in the military, her mother a nurse, her father a commander. Ever since she could wield a blade, she tried her hardest to become like her father, much to his joy. When she came of age, she immediately joined the royal army, quickly rising through the ranks until she became the commander of the guard corps.
But this position did have some drawbacks, for one, all the training she had to do had given her a rather intimidating figure, one that made it rather hard to court a potential husband. And second, even if she had a more pleasing form, being the captain of the guard took up much of her time, turning her into a busybody against her will. Sometimes when she laid in her bed, Roslyn would wonder what it would be like to be a housewife of all things, only to dispel the thought soon after.
But now, when this demon laid her sinful lips to hers, a feeling of ecstasy rushed through her body, igniting her desires, and filling her heart with longing. Such deviant thoughts would normally make her rush to the church to confess, but now, she wanted more.
Clara grinned deeply, to see one so fervent in their commitment to their god fall so quickly was one of the many pleasures that came with being a demon. "Look at you," she crowed, "for one who acts so high and mighty, you're just another lovesick puppy, aren't you?" Roslyn nodded, moaning slightly. "Wonderful! Is there someone you fancy? A man who makes your loins wet with anticipation?"
"T-the baker, down the m-main street! He's so small and c-cute, when I patrol down there I a-always make sure to look for him!" Roslyn blurted out, not caring about how this demon was probing her mind casually.
Clara sighed dreamily, "Do you truly want him?" The captain nodded vigorously, "Do you wish to have the power to make him yours forever?" The captain nodded even faster, panting slightly. "Then let the corruption overtake you my dear, and you shall have all your desires, fulfilled..."
And with that, Roslyn fell into a deep slumber. Her dreams were filled with him, the quiet and timid baker who worked diligently on the main street. Even seeing him in her dreams filled her with desire, she wanted nothing more than to loom over him, to take him, and to make him hers. For what seemed like hours, the two went at it in the dream, until one final climax shook Roslyn awake with a start.
"Gah! W-what happened, where am I?!" She said, not noticing how much deeper her voice had become.
"Relax darling! You just had a little sleep is all! And I must say, those dreams of yours were quite vivid, and that means something coming from a demon!" Said a voice behind her.
Roslyn spun around, seeing the demon who had infiltrated her tent casually seated on a chair, eating an apple nonchalantly. A rage overtook her, to have an unholy abomination defile her like this, to see her innermost thoughts like they were a mere theatre to watch for entertainment! She charged, not thinking or caring about any potential consequences. With a strength unknown to her, she leapt towards the demon, hoping to rip the smug look right off her face.
Clara quickly dodged, causing Roslyn to crash into chair. As she got back up, she took notice of her very different legs. Her feet had been replaced with large brown hooves, which trailed up to brown furred bovine legs. Looking behind her, a brown tail swished lazily. In a panic, she reached up, feeling stout horns and new shaggy brown hair.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!!!" Roslyn roared; her eyes filled with fire.
Clara chuckled, "Simple! I gave you the power to get your beloved!"
The fire in the minotaur's eyes fizzled out upon hearing the sentence, "B-beloved?"
"Why, of course! I want you to find that little baker boy you've got your eye on and give a real good seeing too! Just be sure to cuddle afterwards! And be sure to wear this!" Clara pulled out a necklace.
"What's this dinky little thing supposed to do?" Roslyn said questioningly, with her new-found strength, why would she need such a silly little thing?
"That's an amulet of glamour! It'll keep you hidden while you find your one and only. While I do admit that you're strong, you're not strong enough to take an entire army on your own, so stay safe!" Clara said as she prepared to leave.
"Wait!" Roslyn shouted.
"Hm?"
"Why did you do this? I was going to kill you! Why did you give me this?" She said, gesturing at her new body.
"Because it's the right thing to do, that's why! Now go! You're burning moonlight!" Clara said, before disappearing in a flash of light. Putting the necklace on, Roslyn quickly ran out, her instincts already pointing her in the direction of her soon to be husband.
Antoine stood on the balcony overlooking his kingdom. The nights truly were beautiful in Solania when the clouds were gone, with the stars twinkling above and the lights flickering below, it made for a truly wondrous sight that only he could truly appreciate. But as beautiful as the sights were, Antoine's mind still focused on one thing in particular, his soon to be wife Clara. Her invasion was coming soon, and hopefully her efforts would result in a peaceful takeover.
A pang of guilt hit him from just thinking about that. He was effectively rolling over to an invading enemy force, surrendering before a single sword had been swung. But the amount of love and care that Clara held for not only him, but his kingdom as a whole quashed any fear he might've had. She was an experienced general; she would know what to do better than he ever could.
"Mmmm, thinking of me my love?" Came a familiar, reassuring voice.
"Yes, my dear. My thoughts are filled with nothing but you..." Antoine said, turning to see his delightful demon wife.
"Ara ara, that's how it should be, and just so you know, it's the same with me as well. I thought of nothing but you..." Clara added, her voice quickly turning smoky and seductive. "I'm afraid we have to skip the fun part tonight, the invasion is tomorrow, and we need to prepare well in advance."
Antoine was shocked, the invasion was tomorrow! He didn't have time to prepare, what would he-
"Shhhh, don't worry darling, mama's got this all figured out. You just stay in your room, and I'll come and find you. My mana has marked you permanently, so no others will claim you, at least, no sane mamono would." Her tone was as caring and loving as ever, he couldn't help but trust her.
"I'll be back here soon my love! You'd best prepare for some of the best mind-breaking baby-making sex that demons are capable of!" Clara said before flying off into the night.
"Are you ready Lyssa! Tonight's the night!" Clara said, readying her trusty demon silver rapier.
"If I manage to find someone close to my mental acumen, tonight may be worth it." Lyssa replied in monotone, the slight blush on her cheeks the only clue to her real feelings.
The entire camp was bustling with activity, it should be with an invasion coming up. Every single mamono was eager to bust down the doors and take a husband of their own. From the smallest goblin, all the way up to towering ogres and onis, everyone was looking to get themselves a husband of some kind.
Clara stepped in front of the crowd, most of whom were preparing their demon silver weapons for battle, and in the most rousing voice she could muster, she declared, "Fellow monsters! Today is a great day, not only for us, but for mamono as a whole. Today, after only a mere week of preparation, we are ready to take down another order stronghold and show them all the true beauty and love that comes with allegiance to the demon lord!" The crowd whooped and hollered in return. "I thank you all for your patience and understanding, but tonight, we march! Tonight, we find our beloveds, and tonight, we make all of mamono-kind proud!" The crowd burst into cheers, the sound of which resonated throughout the kingdom town all the way up to the castle.
And with that, a horde of monsters, both big and small rushed towards the gate like a veritable tidal wave of lust. The guards manning the gates could barely get a word out before they were swamped in fertile bodies of all kinds. With the gates fully opened, the horde made its way inside, raping as they went.
Antoine looked out onto the carnage occurring in his own kingdom, knowing that it was him that caused it. But if he focused his hearing, he realized that the screams that he thought were of pain, were actually of pleasure. Even the large fires that had been set around the town seemed to not damage the buildings themselves, but instead only served to inflame the lusts of those caught inside the pink and purple infernos.
Looking closer towards the castle entrance, Antoine saw a line of soldiers, pikes at the ready. It was all for naught however, for a stampede of hellhounds made short work of their rather sloppy formation. Looking out into the distance, a dark aura could be seen on and around the western and eastern parts of town, the tell-tale signs of a burgeoning demon realm.
A loud crash sounded behind Antoine, revealing a group of rather ragged looking guards and soldiers, "My lord! Why are you still here, we have to evacuate!"
He wanted to stay, to wait for his wife, but to do so would risk exposing him as a traitor. "Y-yes, of course, my bad..." Following the guards out, they quickly made their way to the entranceway where a large battle had broken out, with the monsters heavily outnumbering the humans. Antoine stopped when he saw who was leading the monsters, it was Clara! She was garbed in clothes that would have looked risqué in a brothel but was somehow able to pull it off. The look on her face was downright violent, she was clearly angry at the guards for trying to take him away.
"GET YOUR HANDS, OFF, OF, MY, HUSBAND!" Her voice bellowed across the hall, almost sending shockwaves with every syllable. Dark energy seemed to pour off her body as her eyes glowed with unholy rage.
"S-stay b-back d-demon!" One particularly terrified soldier sputtered as Clara walked forward steadily. "I-I'm warn-" He didn't even get the chance to finish his sentence before Clara batted him aside like he was made of cloth and twigs.
"Now..." Clara said menacingly, demonic energy still radiating from her, "If you value your lives, let go of him."
The guards wisely let go of Antoine, trying to flee for cover before quickly being proactively married. Clara didn't care however, her love was in front of her, and she needed to feel him.
"Oh my darling! You don't know how scared I was to see you surrounded by those awful men!" Her tone was a complete departure from just a few moments ago, it was almost a little scary how quickly her tone could change. "But it's okay now, we're together, and we'll always be together..."
Antoine just settled on hugging her back, content to rest in her plentiful bosom as she gently cooed and reassured him. The mamono watching on cheered in between making love to their new husbands.
"Now then, I'm in dire need of some good quality loving! Are you?" Antoine simply nodded, content to go with whatever his love wanted.
The first thing Antoine noticed when he awoke the next morning was the dull pain in his hips, it wasn't agonizing, more of a nice reminder of the wonderful night he had shared with his love last night. The next thing he noticed was the warm body pressed against him, two wonderfully soft orbs flattening against his back, and two arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace. He turned around to see the oxymoronically angelic face of his lover Clara, her perfectly formed face framed in an almost picturesque manner by the rays of sunlight pouring in from the window.
"Good morning! Did you sleep well dear?" Clara said slightly groggily.
"Like a rock." Antoine replied, a feeling of immense satisfaction washing over him.
"Wonderful! Wonderful..."
"What do we do now?" He questioned, now that the monsters had taken over, what was his role now?
"Well, I'll handle all of the complicated stuff, and you'll be my cute little husband! You'll live in absolute luxury, as befits someone of your status." This was nice and all, but it all seemed rather boring didn't it? "Of course, you'll be more than busy tending to my...other needs of course!" Ah yes, those needs would take up a good majority of his time.
"But we don't need to worry about that now darling, we've got the rest of our eternal lives to worry about all that fluff. I just need to feel you wrapped around me."
That sounded mighty fine to Antoine, who quickly fell asleep again, nestled in demon boob.
At that moment, Lyssa decided to step in, a rather drained and happy looking scholar trailing behind her, "Clara, you've got some people who need to-" She stopped upon seeing the tangle of sheets and limbs, a small smile appearing on her face as she dragged the scholar out for more 'experiments.'
The next few weeks and months were nothing if not chaotic. Despite the city being properly captured and turned into a demon realm thanks to clever placement of corrupted citizens, there were still pockets of human resistance that needed to be swayed over to the side of love. Tactical use of cupids and gandharvas made quick work of this however, and most anti-mamono sentiment was removed within a month.
What took much longer however was the countless weddings that needed to be performed. Many of the city's residents were still rather traditional, and despite either being converted into monsters, or being forcefully coupled with monsters, many wanted a proper ceremony to bless their newfound or re-established union. The many priests of Eros that were in Clara's force were run off their feet for months on end, but no matter how long they worked, they were always genuinely smiling.
The damage done to the town itself was practically nothing, a few houses were a little scuffed up when the horde rampaged down the street, but a few giant ants working for a few days made short work of most of the town's problems caused by the attack, as well as many the town had from before.
Lyssa managed to find herself a scholar named Timothy who was hiding in the castle library, she managed to lure him out with her extensive knowledge on alchemy and the two hit it off from there. Many noted how Lyssa smiles a lot more when she's around Timothy, it's a nice change of pace, most say.
Melissa proceeded to proactively marry the bookkeeper she'd fancied for so long thanks to her recently acquired strength. Melissa's newfound knowledge made her invaluable in her husband's place of work, as well as being invaluable when it came to running the bookstore she still owned.
Roslyn remained as the captain of the guard, though she decided on a much more revealing set of clothes now that her body was more akin stone than flesh. She did in fact marry the baker who lived on the main street, and it's said their bouts of lovemaking can last all night if she gets quite pent up.
And lastly was Antoine, the skinny, scrawny king who many thought was unfit to rule. In a sense they were right, he doesn't do much ruling these days, Clara takes care of that for him, but with the immense sexual appetite that Clara has, he'd be in no state to rule. But that was okay to him, he loved Clara, and she loved him, together they ruled Solania to a new age of peace and prosperity, one which would span into eternity itself.
But all that didn't matter to the two of them, they would have been content with a log cabin in the woods, so long as they had each other. But still, it was nice to know that in a sense, he had fulfilled his father's wishes of leading his kingdom to greatness. It may not have been in the manner he expected, but he'd just have to deal with it.
Leaning on the balcony, Antoine smiled as he saw all the happy couples out today. Some were shopping, others were talking to other couples, many were just enjoying each other's company, to see such joy in the air made his heart swell with pride. A few people even waved at him, such was the feeling of positivity in the city today, and of course, he waved back at them.
Suddenly, a familiar set of arms and breasts enveloped him. "Whatcha looking at honey?"
Antoine sighed, leaning back into Clara's loving embrace, "Nothing much, just looking at the wonderful kingdom we've made together."
Clara just laughed, pulling him further into her cleavage, much to his delight. The two loved to play with each other like this, to show the world how much they loved each other was something that never seemed to old.
Antoine's hand drifted over the slight bump in his wife's belly, which caused her to chuckle, "Can't wait to see your daughter, eh?"
"Of course! We need to show our little darling how much her parents love her, don't we?" He added with a wink.
And with that, the two retired for another passionate night together in each other’s arms. Their days together were quite similar after that, but no less wonderful. Some administrative work that needed to be done before making love for the rest of the day. Their daughter would be born a few months later, and many still debate to this day whether or not Queen Clara loves her husband or her daughter the most, the most the queen would answer with would be a sly laugh and King Antoine would only say "I love them equally!"
The question would only grow with each subsequent daughter, much to the king and queen's amusement.
