Blah Blah Blah: A Demon King's Autobiography, Chapter 4: Attacking Sirex
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I love my Elze, but she is a strong woman - she will neither let her love for me overpower her, nor allow my love for her to overpower me. Love is a feeling, a state of mind, an action. It is expressed in seeking the flourishing of the other person, not in seeking to satisfy their every passing whimsy. So when we parted ways the next morning, despite the longing in both our hearts to stay by one another's side, neither made the slightest move to suggest it. Or even to suggest it was acceptable, to sacrifice sense on the altar of passion. Those who do such things are doomed to ignoble deaths that they falsely believe noble.

Gathering for war was not something that even the Hittani king could do in a single day, so I was forced to wait in his palace, kept as a guest alongside Vida. Her body served to delight me in plenty of ways, and I sought to delight her in even more, making her shiver and squirm beneath my tongue, to gasp and pant and thank me, to praise me as a lover and in her heart of hearts, wish me for her husband.

Even in those early days, I would not have minded making Vida into my wife instead of my concubine - but I had not done that. Nor could I recklessly disregard the decisions of my elders and the other clan heads, so I did not feed those fantasies. I allowed her to imagine herself happy as my concubine, happy as the mother of my children, happy in my bed and happy to help me, but I did not encourage her to imagine myself as her husband. It would have been putting a fruit before a child only to sweep it away - and that sort of tomfoolery doesn't tend to make one's bedpartners happy.

Still, I made a good show of lavishing my affections on Vida. Not to some obscenely greater extent than the norm, but enough that she was appreciative, affectionate, that the blossoming feelings in her heart were put on full display for her grandfather. The man did seem suitably appreciative, when we did meet, and he did poke at the reason why she was a concubine instead of a wife - a statement to which I could honestly reply that it was others' decisions, not my own, and I would have preferred making Vida my wife in the first place. He had seemed satisfied with that answer.

Due to the vagaries of statecraft, I didn't spend that much time with the man until we actually set out, a week after our arrival, with an army at our back. Some ten thousand soldiers, being supplied by a dizzyingly complex supply chain - though nothing compared to the sort you have in your world. At that point, I walked beside him, as a representative of a hopefully-allied power on this grand mission of his.

Of course, my heart thundered and roared at all the chances that stood before me. I had worked towards this, built towards this, and at last, I would have the chance to truly prove myself on the field of battle. Not some defensive war, not some raid or banditry, but a genuine act of conquest - and I did not need to fear defeat, only death, since my people would be attacking from the other side of the country, and if every soldier here died, then Ibaal would still be strong. And like any proper Ibaali royal, I wasn't too afraid of death, either.

"Was this entire affair your idea alone, Alifex?" It was the Honored King speaking, to me, for the first time in our journey - his own fleshraker mount strode right alongside mine, clawed feet pounding against the crimson plains beneath us.

"No," I told him. "I spoke with the revenant of Ishtar, and she provided me useful advice."

"When you spoke to her, was it about just... anything? Or about Sirex?"

I let out a small laugh at his keen insight. "I must admit that I did have the idea floating through my mind. It is part of the reason I married your granddaughter - that Hittana would make a good ally, to Ibaali, to the Ozken clan, to myself."

"I can appreciate ambition in a young man," he said, in a tone of voice that suggested he could - but that there was some hesitation there, too. He went silent, simply staring out at the horizon. There was the occasional small settlement, here and there, but the war that had raged across Sirex had left much of its lands poor and rural. Nothing worth taking, no city worth conquering. Only the land itself, once the armies that were destroying it were properly dealt with. "But do not be too ambitious. It was ambition that led those fanatics to power, too," he added, with a certain lazy smile, recalling the Lucifene purists in western Sirex. "And now they are all dead."

"Indeed," I agreed. The other factions of the civil war had gathered together with the Ibaali and utterly crushed them, their mad ravings clearly bad for all parties. We demons are not like you, who idly hoped that Mansur would never turn his attention their direction: we understand a threat to all when it displays itself, when a group steps beyond the simple logic of self-enrichment and into something far more dangerous and endless in scope. We know that in such battles, it is all against all. It is the fact that you did not know this - perhaps still do not, you damned fools - that motivated me to so gladly take Mansur's hand when it was offered.

He did very nearly crush you, after all.

But I digress. "I am an ambitious man, but I assure you, my ambitions are limited to those according to my station." They would expand as my station rose, of course, but that was only natural. Ambition is like an esurient: it has an endless hunger, always ready to eat more. "Today, I wish for glory in battle, and a happy reunion with my wife."

He looked perhaps less happy at the idea of me reuniting with my Elze than I was. Understandable, as it would hardly be possible to be more happy with the idea than I was. "Your Elze, yes. She is an... impressive woman."

I laughed at that. "You should see her in battle - perhaps if you are lucky, you will be given the chance to. My Elze is..." I licked my lips, the ofidex that served as my tongue flashing out to wet them, to prepare me to speak such wonderfully honeyed words as I could ever manage, "the most beautiful woman in the world. Vida can only ever be a distant second, I am afraid - but she is second, so far as my eyes are concerned, I assure you. I am not some lothario who finds every girl with hips and a bust to rut with."

"You have been with only two women, then?" He prompted me. I nodded without shame. One of those women - the first woman I ever laid with - was my Elze, after all. How could I be ashamed of that fact? "Many young men let their eyes and hands wander," he noted, as if offering me one last chance to speak the honest truth.

"I understand their impulse," I told him. "After all, they are not married to my Elze. But my hands would never stray from her side, were she not willing - and she will not abandon Vida. She has found she... enjoys the girl."

"I must admit that Vida has not spoken so kindly of Elze as she has of you."

"That is easily explained. Elze does not have an ofidex in her mouth, and her tongue is not used to bring your granddaughter to the greatest heights of ecstasy which a woman can experience." He let out a chuckle at my joke. "I can assure you, if I thought Elze would ever hurt your granddaughter in any way beyond, perhaps, some jealousy and similar minor frictions, I would never have taken Vida as my concubine. I am not some Pig King," I said.

The Pig King is a reference you would not understand, and so I shall endeavor to explain it to you in short. Once, there was a king who kept killing his wives and concubines, because he was a misogynistic fool who thought that women were simply inclined to cheat on all men, rather than that they were inclined to cheat on a pathetic, paroxysmal worm such as himself. Since many of his wives and concubines were drawn from surrounding nations, in time, his country was invaded and his own courtiers mounted his head on a pike to appease those who had come to avenge their daughters and sisters. The lesson is straightforward, and does not need to be explained.

"She certainly does not seem to think so. I do feel some envy - an ofidex," he noted, with a small laugh. "They are not found in Hittani, so we can hardly afford to learn the proper rituals, or to give them to our princes."

"There are prices to my ofidex," I noted, with a small bow of the head. "To maintain its unlife takes a small portion of my own magic - perhaps one part in twenty or one part in ten."

"Mm," he hummed in acknowledgement. "Perhaps being better able to satisfy a woman is not worth quite that much."

"It does do other things, but yes - even among the more westerly Ibaali, where the ofidex scurry across the sands in such quantities that they sometimes appear white, there are relatively few men and women with my particular talents. They are valuable in their place, but they are not valuable in every place. As is the case for many things."

The Honored King let out a soft laugh at that. "Indeed. I have to say, Alifex, I am glad that my granddaughter was taken by such a bright young man, rather than some cad or fool. Even if I do wish that you had married her instead."

"The choice was not mine, nor was it the choice I would have made," I told him simply. "But I understand. Such words may sound hollow, compared to your granddaughter's happiness."

"No, I believe you," he replied, with a shake of his head. "I am not some fool who doesn't know his neighbors. It is precisely the sort of thing the Ibaali would do, to demand humiliation rather than making peace. You are wise to have made a different decision."

I did not wish to simply accept such a compliment - we were speaking of the humiliation of his granddaughter, after all. It was important that I make clear that I had no part or interest in that. "If I were wiser, perhaps I could have convinced my people to treat your granddaughter more kindly."

He smiled at that, though he offered some words to dissuade me of that way of thinking. "You cannot take responsibility for everything, Alifex. The world does not rest beneath your boot."

Even in that moment, a mere princeling among a vibrant but politically weak nation, I would gladly have proclaimed that it should rest beneath my boot. There was no ready path towards that goal, not at that time, but so many young demons dream of becoming the great conquerors remembered in history for generations, the sorts to found Hittana and Daminatex and Nov and Califex and Parathix. But, I could hardly say such things to the Honored King. I would merely look like a fool, particularly given that clawing that high up might very well harm Hittana as well. "You speak wisdom. I will take it to heart."

"Try to," he told me, with a certain stiffening of his spine. His next words were the sort carefully chosen - the sort given when one wishes to tell but not to say something. To me, in that moment, more important than their hidden content was the fact that he was saying them to me. It suggested that, by infatuating his granddaughter with me, and my comportment otherwise, I had done good at worming myself into his heart. "Even in Nov, where the kings rule a vast land and are unequaled in power... even there, the kings do not rule alone. No man can conquer the whole of the world. Else, they would not have had two great civil wars in as many centuries."

I took the hidden meaning of his words as well, of course. To speak of Nov as a place disunited, was to tacitly admit that Hittana was disunited. While no doubt any fool could tell you that there is no country where everyone speaks with one voice, there was no reason to dare suggest it about one's own country, when you were its king. Power does not truly exist, save in its illusion. If the people of Reqas had, as one, decided to ignore Mansur, then he would have been powerless, and then dead. "Thank you for your wisdom, Honored King. I will contemplate it."

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In Sirex, there were three factions - once four. The Khardi, seeking perhaps to make their own petite kingdom, as foolish an idea as it was; the old royalty, with their base in the east, seeking to hold onto power; and the new royals, with their base in the west, seeking to claim control of the whole nation based on some ancient laws that I can hardly care to recall. There had also been the Lucifene purists who had been born in western Sirex, and even taken some parts of Ibaal - but they had been utterly crushed.

Given Hittana's location, we would naturally clash with the old royalty, not the new royals or the Khardi, and indeed, we saw the scurrying of scouts on our periphery. There were a few killed, brought down by arrows or magic, but there were too many - both of us, and of the scouts - to possibly disguise our movements, so it was hardly a week after entering Sirex territory that we were shadowed by the Sirexi army.

I say shadowed for a reason. Their numbers were fewer, owing to the long war and its devastation, but their intent was obvious: keep us from taking any land. Despite the devastation, walled cities still dotted the lands of Sirex, and they were critical to anyone who wished to control the countryside. Their hope, no doubt, was that by mere presence they would dissuade us from laying siege to any of their cities, by their own ability to strike at our supply lines and to smash us against the walls.

For a day or so, we allowed their shadowing, but even then, there were whispers of turning around to crush them. They kept their distance and always made a small fortified encampment, moving only when they felt confident we couldn't come upon them easily. But, when a powerful force enters your territory, and you threaten it - the natural expectation is that it will soon turn around on you. And, indeed, that is precisely what we did.

The force separated in two - one part, the smaller, was sent off to hide. The other part, the larger, continued on its course. Our scouts kept an eye on the enemy encampment, waiting for the people there to decamp to follow after us. To be clear, this camp was over an hour from our main force by fleshraker when they decamped, so that we could not easily kill them when they left, and they could return back if we tried to wheel around on them.

I was with the smaller part of the force, as was the Honored King himself. Let it never be said that the nobility of demons shies away from war, risk, and death - my own heart pounded with excitement in my chest, as we watched from a distance, as the main force left the fortress with only a skeleton crew. They had not noticed us in our hiding spot, gauging by the fact that relatively few men remained behind to protect the small camp. I couldn't help but wish my Elze was by my side, but now for reasons other than the creature comfort of having one's beloved in one's arms. She could have probably taken the camp entirely on her own - but instead, it fell to me, and a few hundred of the Hittani men, to do it.

We waited for an implacable time, simply watching to ensure that the main force was too far away to stop us. I could feel the excitement of my fellows, the way that silence stretched out among us, because of the intensity of anticipation. We would crash down upon this camp, and then our main force would crush their main force, and the looting, and the violence, and the bloodshed, would all be a suiting paean to the Lucifenes.

"Do not let your lust for battle drive you mad, Alifex," the Honored King said, his voice quiet as we waited in place. The fact that he spoke to me at all, particularly to give me good advice, was another show of our increasing closeness. "My granddaughter would be unhappy if you died because you did something foolish." I simply nodded in agreement, my heart still pounding in my chest in anticipation. He smiled, no doubt recognizing that no words could truly still the bloodlust that burned in my chest.

Still, I was no fool. I waited for the appointed time, and kept with the rest of the force. My shield was held aloft above my head to protect me from the rain of the enemy's missiles that came as they saw me. Their yells of surprise and fear as they saw us rushing towards them, their allies nowhere in sight, were delicious. I cannot say how truly transcendent the feeling was, to watch battering rams, carried by four fleshrakers each, simply slam right through the walls of the fortress, sending them shattering inward, pale white wood shattering and speckling the red fields beneath.

Demons with true character, with true courage, with true martial skill and all the valor of a genuine warrior - they came down upon us as one, desperately trying to stem the tide. I was near the front, and kept my shield firm, blade slicing out to cut at, to cut down those courageous warriors. My lips were, I'm sure, torn into a rictus grin, as we all made our way through the enemies, as we seized the fort.

I fought not far apart from the Honored King, either. I could recognize his grunts and pants of exertion amidst the battle, but I could not spare a glance his way, as we held off the soldiers and pushed them back. Their yells of panic were increasingly desperate with each of their own that fell beneath our swords, but they did not yet retreat - though we hardly gave them much chance to, doing our best to press them against their own walls, to turn their fortress into a trap.

In the midst of the battle, I heard the heavy thump of a demon's body not so far from me, and managed to spare a glance - I saw, then, that the Honored King had fallen, one of our enemies armed with a spear that was aimed for his neck. I moved with the alacrity that only a demon prince can bring to bear, quickly cutting my sword right into the spear's haft. It got only halfway through, but when I tugged and pushed, the wielder fought and grunted against me, unable to kill the Honored King. One of his allies, held off only by my shield, desperately cut at me, and in turn, I was protected by another one of the Hittani soldiers who stabbed at that man, taking advantage of his distraction and helping to protect me.

When I finally pulled my sword loose from the bastard's spear's shaft, the Honored King had managed to get to his feet, stumbling back from his would-be attacker. The man tried to dart in quickly, but the general press prevented it, and he was, in short order, cut down. We soon managed to get on firmer footing, and the enemy was crushed. Only a small handful surrendered towards the very end, perhaps one in ten, when all their spirit was broken by our crushing force, and every imaginable avenue of escape clearly closed off to them.

While we were ready to slaughter our newfound prisoners if the need arose, for the moment, we simply took their weapons and money from them and bound them up. Their numbers were enough that they represented a meaningful bounty in themselves, and no one wanted to kill them. They would fetch a better price as slaves, after all.

I know already what your heart is blithering about - slavery? What an immoral institution! Let me speak to you as one might a child: if these men were not taken as slaves, they would have simply been killed. Does anything that I have described of Hell sound as though there are POW camps for the defeated? If they had defeated us, and I had been pressed down against the warm red soil and bound, I know that I would have been sold as a slave too - and I would have been thankful! Better a slave than a dead man! I may be more positive than the average man, since my Elze could and would surely find and free me, paying or killing my way out as fit her mood and the particulars of the circumstances, but any soldier serving alongside me.

It is your wealth that makes you think of slavery as some awful institution. You are so insulated from true consequences and true hardship that you sincerely think you would rather die than suffer the mild humiliation of being a slave. That you would rather kill than allow men to be subject to this humiliation. It is inanity, and not worth dealing with any further than I have here. I do not care to persuade you. Believe what you like.

Naturally, as repayment for saving the Honored King from death, I was given the chance to pick one of the captured men to keep as my own slave. Indeed, it was the first pick - some few of the Hittani may have grumbled that I was not one of them, but the rest accepted the logic that protecting their king was worth some small prize. I looked through them as best I could, seeking the signs of nobility in the hopes of fetching a higher price by selling one back to his family. In the end, I found my slave: Barand, a young princeling, his social status similar to my own in Sirex.

The man who had saved me as I saved their king, of course, was given second choice of slaves, and picked a similarly valuable one from the lot. For the remainder, there were a few singled out by their fellows as exceptionally brave or having done something truly worthwhile in the battle, and given their own selections. The remaining slaves were given up by lot to the other soldiers.

By the time that we finished the whole matter, we had both rebuilt the wall we had destroyed, and also begun to man the fort properly. I myself stood in one of the overlooking watchtowers, and Baran was bound behind me, looking grim. His expression only grew grimmer when he saw his allies' forces beginning to approach at a good march, because even without being told, he knew the very same thing I knew: those men were returning because they were being chased by our main force. But they would not find a fortress to hide inside - rather, they would find their enemies had seized their fortress.

For the main force, that battle provided some great chances for heroism and loot, just as I had experienced in the taking of the camp. But for myself, it was dull, watching a greater force come upon a small one and crush it, hurling down some missiles at the poor fools who dared try to take some shelter against the camp's walls. It was a quick battle, and most of the force fled in a rout, a rout I could not help to chase down and had merely to watch as more and more of the men were killed, their bodies left upon the field, stripped bare of weapons and armor. Some fragments escaped - I even saw a few - but the bloody aftermath of the battle made clear that we now controlled the field, and the Sirex would take a great while to take it all back.

My thoughts drifted to my Elze, of course. She would gladly have helped and killed, and I would have found the whole battle far more entrancing, were the Fang of Asmodia to reap the men as if they were wheat. Alas, she was no doubt still with the Ibaali, perhaps in western Sirex, but surely not to come back any time soon. I merely steeled my heart again, and focused on the prosecution of the war, and on making a good impression on the Honored King going forward.

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Blah Blah Blah: A Demon King's Autobiography, Chapter 3: In Axara
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I had not, to that point in my life, ever personally seen Axara, the royal city of Hittana. It pales in comparison to the great cities of your world, of course, but to my eyes, those thick concrete walls, the countless draped-over fineries, the royal guards all done up in full armor, the animals and ladies and children scurrying about the streets of this grand garden, this miniature city, were one of the most incredible things I had ever seen. Having studied, to some extent, the estimations of population sizes of your modern universities, I would say that perhaps one hundred thousand people resided within the palace's walls.

Among the Ibaal, we only ever had so many people in one place for great rituals, like the rebirth of Ishtar, and then only in temporary camps. I could only wonder at the matters of logistics - how could so many men be fed? How could so great a city be maintained? It had been here for a long time. I wondered if perhaps the people lived here only seasonally. I knew the Parathix riders settled only temporarily, keeping their fleshraker steeds always in motion so they did not devastate the land, only stopping to harvest the previous season's planting.

Even then, I did not truly think that was the case. I simply saw a world around me that was too great for my previously small one, and considered that perhaps it was a facade put up just for me. But the people who looked out upon us curiously did not have the look of farmers or of hunters, but of craftsmen and bookkeepers. Their warriors appeared closer to the disciplined soldiery of Murcaime than the mercenaries of Daminatex or the landlords of Sirex and Ordex or the clan heads of my own Ibaal. These were men who served a collective, a country, something greater than themselves or their ancestry.

Some might have been struck by such thing with seething disgust. For me, on the contrary, I felt true envy. Hittana was powerful. I was sure that was the impression I was meant to be left with. Perhaps some saw that power and wished to steal it away, to conquer this city.

I wanted, instead, to bring this splendor back to Ibaal. In my heart, I was already wandering the streets of a fresh capital of my people, a grand constructed city, built on the backs of stolen men and stolen ideas, made to enrich Ibaal and myself.

"My love?" Elze asked, noticing my expression, a curious note in her eyes as she looked down at me. "Is something the matter?"

"No - I was just thinking about how truly beautiful this city is," I said, smiling lightly. I met the gaze of one of the men escorting us to the palace proper. "I have never seen a place so splendid in my whole life."

He smiled at that, the casual, simple sort of pride that a man has when his group, his tribe, his kingdom, his heartland, is praised by an outsider. "It's the beating heart of Hittana, founded by our kings three centuries back. It has become so splendid thanks to their wise rule." I suspected that it had been less splendid when it was first founded, but I made no such comment.

I had my hook, the thing that I could leverage to ask for information. Men are rarely as open as when they fawn over their wives or their country - one need only look at the first few paragraphs of this text to see that. And yes, I do think of Mansur's Reqas as my second homeland. Certainly, he treated us well enough to earn that perception. "I would hope to speak to a few of your learned men, while I stay here, that I might carry away one-tenth the knowledge necessary to recreate its splendor. Do you know who I might speak to?"

One of the few things praiseworthy about your people is that, when such questions are asked, your kings and Presidents readily provide all that they can. There are two sides to this particular coin: on the one face, is the fact that countries are less likely to war with countries like themselves. Wars between your democracies are rare, as are wars between your socialist states - and throughout the history of Hell, there are leaders who recognized camaraderie with other oligarchies or clannish societies that made cooperation easier with like than with unlike. On the opposite face of that coin, however, is the fact that what makes great states great is not just their people, but the form of the state itself. A tower is nothing without good bricks, and good bricks are nothing if left strewn about. To allow Ibaal to freely copy what made Hittana great might mean we one day would become a rival to them.

The soldier's superior officer clearly sided with the latter interpretation, as he cleared his throat sharply before the man could get out more than a, "Well, I've never thought about that. I suppose-"

"Perhaps you can ask such questions of the king, Prince Alifex," the officer said, and the soldier ducked his head instantly at the implicit rebuke.

"I shall do that," I agreed easily, smiling at the other man. There was no sense in creating some great fight over the matter. I would learn what I could. A man can hardly be killed for admiring your country and wishing to learn more about it, after all.

For a moment, there, I considered speaking of my other great interest, one far older than the petty wonders of Axara: my wife. Given that Vida was my concubine, however, I decided to leave that subject matter be. I had worked quite hard to impress upon the girl that she would be happy and well taken care of by me, precisely so that she could carry my words on to her grandfather. It would be the height of idiocy to ruin that impression to fawn over my Elze, no matter how incredible she was.

Elze towered over those around us, and the Fang of Asmodai was wrapped in cloth, but its shape was unmistakable even then. I suspect far fewer heads would have turned our way, had she not been there. Without her, we were a small escort and a few dignitaries, of which I am sure the people of Axara were well-acquainted. With her? One of the greatest warriors of Hell walked down their city streets. As wondrous as their city was, it could not hope to compare to my Elze, so I understood the awe they felt, to see her.

The palace itself was enormous once again, large and imposing, meant to wow the visitor. I was less impressed by the palace than the city that was built around it. I understood, instinctively, that this was a different sort of wealth. The city of Axara meant strong hands, diligent work, discipline, cohesion - the roots of true and lasting power. The palace meant mere wealth, and as Daminatex so thoroughly impressed upon my mind, wealth was not power.

To be frank, it even lowered my opinion of the Hittana minutely. When one is powerful, these sorts of ostentatious displays are unnecessary. They are the hallmark of the weak. My Elze does not need to bluster to prove her martial skill - anyone who has ever heard of her knows that she dances with death and always leaves him satisfied. But many young men, fit but foolish, feel the need to prove themselves in bar fights. To my eyes, that was this palace: a child's attempt at a demonstration of power.

I put those thoughts aside quickly with a reminder that it may have been built long ago, or in homage to one of the Lucifenes, or any of a dozen other meanings. We were taken into a waiting hall, a large room with servants, guided to rest on pillows and blankets, to stretch and recline as word of our arrival was passed onto the king and we were told when he would meet us.

I spoke to one of the servants as I waited. I speak the Hittani language, of course. I'm not some pathetic Albinreicher who can barely speak his own language, much less the languages of his neighbors, and considers himself proud of this inadequacy. I asked about how old, exactly, this palace was. As it turned out, it was a century and a half old, built under the current ruler's great grandfather, which set my heart at ease regarding our potential alliance. If it had been built by the current king, I would have worried that he was such a feckless moron that he would be worthless as an ally. Luckily, that was not the case.

I discussed a few small matters with the servants, my wife, with Vida - nothing truly dangerous, just the sort of honeyed words you let out when you're worried you're being listened to. Vida was clearly nervous, being in her mother's homeland. Elze was calm and serene, even as the servants were clearly intimidated by her.

I knew even before I was called in for an audience that Elze would not be allowed to meet with the king in person. The Fang of Asmodai was a holy thing, but it was also a deadly one. She gave me a soft kiss on the lips when I was called in - the only encouragement I really needed. I brought Vida with me instead. I hoped that her affection for me might impress the Hittani king.

The king himself was an older man, in his seventies. We demons age gracefully, not turning into shriveled prunes in our old age. His hair had silvered, and there were a few lines, but beyond that, he was sharp and stood tall. There was no sign of senility in his eyes, as is so common among your old men. Any demon who somehow got that far along would surely be quietly shuffled off the mortal coil. He sat in an opulent throne, flanked on his sides by numerous soldiers, and his skin was criss-crossed with so many tattoos that it seemed as likely his skin was pink and painted black, as that his skin was black and painted pink.

I recognized the design, and felt an even greater degree of certainty that this man would be a valuable ally, not some effete princeling of a great power, born to squander his father's wealth. The soldiers on his sides appeared to be similarly well-covered in markings. The tattoos were something I was familiar with, even if I was not covered by them. They were an extension of one's magical crest, built out over one's life with careful, painstaking work, enhancing the physical power and growth of the person so marked. In short, it marked them as warriors, raised to be warriors.

I followed all the courtesies of the Hittani court, though I'm sure you don't give a damn. I bowed low and offered praise to the Hittani kings of old for establishing this kingdom, as if they were gods rather than corpses. I stated my humble status relative to the king himself. The man had abandoned his name when he took the throne two decades ago, instead being known simply as the Honored King. I neither remember nor care to remember what his birth name was, so when I addressed him, it was by that title.

"Honored King," I began, "I hope that the Ibaali can come upon the Sirex and seize from them their lands, their wealth, and their people. I offer freely this opportunity to you, as well - that you might also take from the Sirex and claim much of what they have for your own."

The Honored King himself was quiet for a few long seconds. His gaze went from me, then to Vida, a faint smile on his lips. "Is this Navia's daughter?" Vida nodded quickly, though she was clearly unready to deal with being the center of attention. "How is your mother?"

"She is well, Honored Grandfather," Vida said. "She often speaks of you still, and hopes that her sons and mine will grow to be even half as great as you yourself."

He chuckled at that. "I hope not - that would create quite the trouble for Hittana, and indeed all of Hell, if there were so many great kings." He paused, looking at me for a moment, then raised a hand to dismiss me. "Prince Alifex, go be with your wife. I would like to speak to my granddaughter."

"Yes, Honored King," I said, quickly leaving them be.

I had told Vida of the plans I had drawn up to conquer the Sirex, of course. As she was soft and weak, I did worry that she might not have fully understood, or be able to impress upon her father how great a war with Sirex could be, for himself and Ibaal both. But, I also imagined that if she did fail... then we would not have to worry nearly so much about Hittani intervention in our own invasion, as we otherwise might.

I sat down next to my wife, my fingers gently lacing between hers, and she simply smiled warmly at me, fully accepting. My heart raced, seeing her lips curl upwards like that, purely for me and my closeness. "Did it go well, my love?" She asked me.

"It went well, I think," I said, straightening my back with some pride. "It is all down to Vida, now."

Elze hummed at that, looking momentarily distant, then smiled. "It is not up to Vida, my love. You have given her that she needs - or you have not. That is up to you, and I am confident in you."

I let out a small laugh at that.

It was over two hours later that I was finally called back to the royal chambers themselves. Vida actually sat upon her grandfather's lap, and I scarcely managed to contain a bark of laughter. She was a young woman fully grown, sitting like a child, her grandfather's hands on her flanks as he held her in place. "Prince Alifex, I believe I shall help your people in this matter, but I wish Vida to stay here, and I wish you to remain by her side - you can send some of your men back to Ibaal to tell them of my plans."

I made a few rapid calculations, then nodded. "I shall do so. But the Sirex might manage to happen upon the riders, which would be terrible - so I will send Elze along with them. May I send her home with this message?"

"Of course," he said, even smiling more thoroughly. Like any father, he was happy to see the wife gone so his daughter, the concubine, might have the full attention of her man. "She can leave tomorrow morning, along with whoever else of your escort you wish, and supplies so she can make the journey."

"Thank you, Honored King," I said, bowing deeply. I glanced at Vida, but it was clear that she was going to be staying with her grandfather. I soon departed his presence to be with my wife.

* * *

Vida did not come to our quarters, but I did not find myself missing her. My wife was like a man who knows he will not see food for many weeks, and thus gorges himself on as much as he can, so his body can use it in the interim. The moment the two of us were alone, she all but threw me onto the bed, and peeled my clothes off with a rapacity that I found I quite enjoyed. There was no shame in her eyes, as she stripped me bare, as she hungrily grasped my length, stroking it. There was only raw lust as she considered what, in particular, to do with it. Where to take it within her.

I let her decide that question, and in the end, she chose to lean forward, taking my length into her mouth, simply inhaling it in a heartbeat. It was intense and pleasurable, as she slurped on my cock, her crimson eyes staring up at me as she began to rapidly bob on my length. She was an intensely skilled, and intensely giving, lover, as she moved up and down my whole length, my cock pushing deep into her throat. Her tongue slithered back and forth on the underside of my dick, her breath tickling my length as she intermittently mashed her nose into my pubes.

I was not going to simply lie there and enjoy my wife's hard work, however. She deserved to see and feel how much I was enjoying myself, so I made sure to make a show of it, letting every pulse of pleasure make my hips buck, letting out moans and groans of ecstasy. "That's so good, Elze," I breathed out. "You're so much better at that than Vida." That sort of line always got a particularly sharp response from my wife, and it did in this case as well. The smug look in her eyes radiated lust and desire, as she suckled all the harder on my cock. "That girl could never compare to you, my love."

She started to frantically bob on my cock in response, all but fucking her own face on my cock. Her hands slid around to grasp my butt cheeks, and I couldn't have gotten her off my dick if I wanted to, at that point. The powerful suction she could bring to bear was overwhelming, my dick throbbing and threatening to explode at any moment, as I bounced and shivered in place, my hard cock twitching, throbbing, coated in her saliva as it dribbled out of her mouth and sloshed about freely from the frenetic pace she was putting into it.

Her eyes never left mine, though, no matter how hard she fucked her face on my cock. Her throat would occasionally just squeeze around my length, mashing her nose into my pubes as she held herself down and swallowed, again and again. I'd make sure to let out every noise of pleasure I felt for her sake, my hands reaching down to bunch up on the back of her head. Holding her in place was, of course, fruitless - this was a woman shaped by the Fang of Asmodai - but she liked the sensation of it, the knowledge that I had driven her to such pleasure that I was beginning to lose all common sense. I leaned up, grabbing her horns, a tight grip, simply holding her in place, and began to pump her up and down my cock.

The sensations made it obvious to me that she was allowing me to set the pace, but to her, I am quite certain that it felt as though I had utterly lost myself, gone completely mad in the moment and foolishly believed I could overpower her. She just hummed around my length, vibrating me inside her throat, bringing me to ever more intense pleasure. I felt my cock spasm, jerk, threatening to explode, and tried to bring myself towards that ecstasy -

And it was then that she peeled all the way off my cock, popping off with a simple wet noise and leaving my spit-slick length bare in the open air, twitching desperately to find completion, as if it was a serpent searching out its prey once more. She simply grinned at my response, pushing me down onto my back, stripping herself naked a moment later, letting my eyes wander her slim, tall body, her lovely breasts, her gorgeous thighs, as she shifted to tease my cock with her sex, rubbing against it.

I knew what to do in this situation too. "Please, stop teasing me, Elze," I pleaded, putting all due emotion into my voice - a moment later, she slammed down my cock, engulfing me entirely in a heartbeat. With how close I had been to sweet ecstasy and completion just a few scant moments ago, I was instantly unloading inside her, and she squirmed in place at the feeling, panting as she felt me spill my seed inside her. I sighed in sweet relief at the sensations, simply falling lax beneath her for the moment.

She smiled at me, her expression doting - then a certain sadistic smile creeped along her features as she began to slowly work herself up and down my length again. "You didn't think you were done yet, did you, my love?" She prompted, her fingers running across my bare chest, her tongue flashing out along her lips. I rapidly shook my head, and her grin grew all the wider. "Good. I'm going to make you come so many times, you won't even be able to enjoy Vida's body," she noted, starting to pump herself ever faster on my cock, just pounding away, her glorious naked body rising and falling, her insides squeezing and caressing my length inside her.

"She could never compare to you anyway," I breathed out, my fingers running up along her thighs, then finding her firm buttocks and giving it a sharp squeeze. Elze let out a pant of pleasure at the touch, a grin on her lips before she leaned down over me, finding my lips with her own, hungrily kissing me.

Her pace atop me grew ever faster, her pussy pounding up and down my dick. The wet thump-thump of our bodies repeatedly slamming into one another filled the air, her hot breaths in my mouth growing ever hotter as we made sweet love like that, her fingers grasping my horns tight to hold me against her so that I couldn't break off the kiss.

Not that I wanted to, of course. My sweet Elze's breath is like a freshly plucked flower, her tongue like an affectionate serpent. My hands slid from her butt, up her smooth stomach, all the way to her supple breasts, playing with them, teasing her nipples with my fingertips, then pinching them softly. She gasped into my mouth, growing ever faster, ever more frenetic in her pumping, her hips beginning to wiggle from side to side to intensify my pleasure.

When she broke off the kiss, it was with a hot pant, her hands now pressing down against the bed as she loomed over me. Her expression was one of raw lust and desire, crimson eyes drilling down into me, her lips parted, a bit of saliva slowly making its way down her tongue before dripping down onto me. Her cheeks were flush with desire, and my hand slid down to her sex, beginning to play with her clit, making her gasp in pleasure. She shifted her body up, presenting the breast I wasn't playing with to my mouth, and I quickly sucked it in, my tongue flicking her nipple with supernatural skill.

She cried out in ecstasy at that, moaning as she thrashed atop me. Her muscular sex simply squeezed on my length, clamping down as she rammed herself down my cock and held me inside her. She felt amazing as she orgasmed, one hand grasping the back of my head to hold me against her bosom, while all sorts of lewd noises escaped her lips from somewhere above me. "Yes, oh, yes, that's my, that's my Alifex, that's it, oo, oh, ahn, so good, love it, ah!" She was pretty much incoherent with pleasure as I continued to lash my tongue against her nipple and rub her clit, her orgasm seeming to stretch out forever.

The moment it was done, though, she was pounding away again. Elze is not just a hungry woman - she is also a vigorous one, able to keep going and going forever. I must confess to never having managed to sexually exhaust her. I satisfied her every night that we were together. But to exhaust? One might as well try to empty the sea with a teaspoon. You can exhaust the sort of soft girls your world produces, or perhaps Vida. You can't exhaust Elze, and there's no point in trying. You let her exhaust you instead.

And that is precisely what Elze did. She continued to hold me against her breast as she began to fuck me anew, now offering her own countless lewd offerings to me. Words to encourage me. "I want you to come, Alifex," she breathed out. "I want to feel your sweet seed splash inside me. I want you to work your damnedest to make me a mother! Come in me! Come inside me!" She growled the words out, growing ever more energetic as she writhed in place, pumping into me, pressing her tits together so that I could lick both her nipples at once. When her next orgasm hit, I joined her in ecstasy, unable to resist the siren call of her pussy wringing me out like my cock was a towel that needed every last droplet to be removed.

She didn't let me off at that point, either. In the end, I came inside her a dozen times before my body finally gave up any hope of continuing its work. I was a sweaty mess by the end of it, and she simply lovingly tucked me in, wrapped her arms around me from behind, and whispered sweet nothings into my ear about how much she would miss me while we were apart, and how much she hoped to see me again soon.

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Blah Blah Blah: A Demon King's Autobiography, Chapter 2: Prepare for War
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Having lived through Mansur's War myself, I cannot deny that at times even followers of the Nephines can find their belts and put on their pants with speed and force rather than lollygagging about in diplomatic discussions and political gridlocks. But in Hell, this is not a rare occasion, this sort of energetic and vigorous politics and international relations, born of some great exigence: it is the norm. I once heard a story from Murcaime, supposedly of my grandfather's day, where the city leaders went through the citizenship rolls and found among the whole city, with some forty or fifty thousand adult male citizens, only a few hundred who had never seen combat - most of whom were deformed or disabled.

To say this is not true of the people of Talionne and Albinreich too young to participate in Mansur's War is a statement that is startling only in that anyone would waste time saying it, rather like wasting one's short time alive to describe the sky's blue shade or the grass's green coloration.

This is why you should not be surprised to learn, that within a week of acquiring Vida as my concubine - and doing my best to sweeten her to me with honeyed words and the proper sort of touch - I was already meeting with the revenant of Ishtar, making preparations for a war with Sirex.

At the time, Sirex was caught in a civil war, with many factions, partly divided on religious grounds, partly divided on ethnic grounds. The specifics, I'm sure, don't matter to you, but suffice it to say, it made the country very weak and vulnerable. The Hittani had supported one group, Daminatex another, even Kanna was involved in its own way. All the local powers benefitted from Sirex's weakness, and all, no doubt, planned to attack it and parcel it up between them in short order.

It was my goal to ensure that Ibaal benefited the most. It was my homeland, after all, and our nation was just a middling power - perhaps even that is too generous. I hoped to make us a great power, and like any young demon full of ambition, dreamed of positioning myself as king of all the demons in Hell. While, no doubt the reader knows well that is not quite what happened, there is a saying that you lot have: if you aim for the moon, even if you miss, you will land among the stars. We demons have an equivalent: a hungry esurient may not eat what it seeks, but it may eat all it tramples in the seeking.

* * *

I knew, if only briefly and immediately before the ceremony, the girl whose body had become the host for Ishtar's revenant. She was a beautiful young maiden with a quick wit and deft hands, but Ishtar's presence in her body had ignited all those things. Curves had filled out, her skin had grown perfect and unblemished, her body leaner yet more muscular, every part of her honed for that perfection of divinity. Black scales had begun to spread across her, as well, the embracing encroachment of a being who predated the rule of demons in Hell, slim carvings of unearthly material that would one day entirely ensconce her body and leave her another inert statue to guard the cavern where Ishtar's body lies. But not for another century.

I will not make the pretense so often made, when dealing with such beings - that the genius of a dragon is visible from the moment you can see into its eyes, that the holiness of a priest radiates from them before they have the chance to open her mouth. Those crimson eyes were cautious, but there was no sign of millennia of intelligence. That was only produced when she spoke.

"Alifex of the Ozken clan," she offered, by way of greeting. "I have to offer my praise to your idea of taking the women of Daminatex as your own - I only regret that they were concubines rather than wives. The humiliation will make the pact weaker, not stronger."

"I had suggested they be wives, originally," I told her. "Do you think it has ruined our pact?"

"It hasn't. Things are not ruined in single moments, but instead by the weight of a thousand things. But a woman knows who is her husband, and who is her master, no matter what is written, and what law says, men follow." There was a careful weight to her words - nothing was certain, to her. It was a characteristic which was unusual among those renowned for their wisdom, but I find that it is uniquely found only among those who are capable of giving truly valuable advice. "It means that Daminatex will not be made ally by this, and it is surely not subordinate. But they are a weak people. I would say... perhaps a one in three - no, a two in five chance that within the coming decade, they will attack again. Since the foundation of that rotten kingdom, its kings try to raid Ibaal about once every decade. It is the humiliation that will keep Leforias back, for fear of a second disastrous defeat. But he may die, and his son will doubtless consider his humiliation uniquely his. As it was."

"I see," I said, nodding along to the goddess's words. "I wish to ask you about a possibility I have been contemplating."

"Your new concubine is of the Hittani stock," Ishtar said. "Do you plan war with Sirex or with the Kakas?" She smiled as she saw the expression on my face, no doubt one of surprise. "I am glad you plan war with one of them. I had worried that perhaps you had a longshot idea of attacking Kanna or perhaps trying to place her on the throne of Hittana or Daminatex herself. I would say... a three in four chance of Sirex, for the simple fact that the Kakas live in such a mountainous land."

"It is Sirex," I agreed. "Do you think it is a wise move? Do you think we can get Hittana to aid us?"

"This king of Hittana is a man who loves the Lucifenes with an earnest heart," she said. "Perhaps, perhaps not. I do not know you, or your plans, well enough to say beyond that."

"I think we can annex the Khardi lands from Sirex with relative ease. Two of our royal clans are Khardi, so they can rule the Khardi lands. But we will have to balance the desires of the other royal clans. Sirex is large, and I am unsure how much we can truly take, particularly if Hittana becomes fully involved."

"Mmm," Ishtar hummed. "Hittana will become involved whether invited or not. It is a question of speed versus trust. If you can seize the whole of Sirex quickly, then their involvement will be nipping at the edges; if you can convince them of your own good faith, you can cut the land in half. But these are ifs and maybes," she noted.

"Would you support such an attempt to conquer Sirex?"

"I would offer the words that I have offered you, to the other royals of your people. No more, and no less." She stretched, then, craning her head from side to side, showing off her scarcely-covered and incredibly beautiful body before looking back at me. "How is your concubine doing?"

"I am doing my best to ensure she loves me," I said. It was the truth. Honeyed words and sweet touches served to make a woman far more enthralled to one's will than fear and domination.

"That is good to hear. Let that love bloom in her heart. The closed heart is an obstacle." She reached out with a fist, then opened by way of emphasis. "The open one is an ally. Your wife?"

"I love her dearly," I said, sincerity in my voice. "And she loves me back."

Ishtar raised a finger, wagging it threateningly in my direction. "I cannot tell you how useless a statement that is. Bring your wife here, let her say that she loves you without you there to hear, and I will believe it. But every man who loves his wife believes she loves him back, no matter how obvious the truth may be."

"I am aware, but she is different from that sort of woman. What we have is special."

"Perhaps she is different - but you are not different. You cannot say whether it is different, any more than a blind man could tell me what color my eyes were." She paused for a moment, letting the words sink in, drifting on the air. "She carries the Fang of Asmodai, does she not?" I nodded. "Hmm. I would like to meet her... but not today. Go home. Think on what you know, of Sirex, of Ibaal, of Daminatex, of Hittana. Imagine that you had already lost, that you ripped your shirt and beat your chest with the humiliation of defeat. What would you have missed? When you have finished this contemplation, ask those you trust much the same question. This is my wisdom for you," she said, dismissing me.

I did as she said, of course. She was a font of true and valuable wisdom. For any fools of your world who read this work in the hope of discovering some bit of wisdom - that is certainly valuable wisdom. Even among demons, though, it is a thing oft-forgotten, to truly think of all the possibilities and shapes of failure, so I doubt many of your lot will benefit from it.

* * *

It was that night that I laid with my wife, her powerful, slender arms wrapped around my naked chest, as I contemplated once more the possibilities that Ishtar had asked me to contemplate. I had not told her of them before, as that had been Ishtar's orders, but the ideas that danced in my head were that Kanna might get involved in the war; they were a small country that hated and was hated by their neighbors to varying degrees, and would not want to neighbor a stronger Ibaal. Hittana was also a possibility, if I failed to bring them on side. Once the blood is spilled, all the malifex will descend together, after all.

I told Elze what Ishtar had told me. I did not tell her what I had already thought of, because I suspected that perhaps this, too, was part of her wisdom - she had asked me just to ask those I trust the question, not to tell them of my own musings. "My love," Elze said, her voice soft and husky, "it is an intriguing question. I would suggest that perhaps Sirex will fight much harder and better than expected, or unite in response to the threat we present to them. Men can become hard and fierce, when they are backed against a wall, even if they were weak and soft before it, after all."

I was reminded, then, of how perfect Elze was for me - where I was thinking of the diplomatic angle, she thought of the issues of martial skill and individual character. What one of us missed, the other spotted. We perfectly complement one another, and I would surely not have risen as high as I have without her. I offered her such compliments in the moment, of course, and she hummed happily, her breasts pressing into my backside, her fingers trailing down my stomach towards my groin, a hot whisper of breath tickling my ear as she reached down to start to stroke my length...

I don't need to tell you what happened next.

* * *

I discussed the matter with my father the next day. My thoughts were simple: Sirex was weak, and Ibaal was strong. If we could coordinate with Hittana, we could manage to simply wipe Sirex off the map, or at the least cut them vastly down to size. After some consideration and discussion - and a consultation on his part with Ishtar herself - we agreed to send myself, my wife, and Vida north, to meet with the Hittani king and Vida's grandfather, in the hopes of securing such an agreement. He would handle the matter in Ibaal, and, unless things went truly dire, we would hopefully be at war with Sirex in three months' time. (The dates of Hell are different from your world's, for the obvious reasons - but three months is a close approximation. I don't expect you to learn anything, much less a separate calendar system.)

We traveled light, with only eight others coming along with us for the journey. Speed, and a certain degree of stealth, was key. The journey itself was a long one, but we had good animals to carry us, fleshraker mounts that ran with a greater marathon speed than any beast of burden known in your world. It took just twenty-six days to make the thousand mile journey.

I spent much of the journey on Vida. While my heart belonged to Elze, I was beginning to find some appeal to Vida. She was soft and pliant, which may not have been best for a wife, but were ideal traits for a concubine. I gave her countless sweet nothings, and countless more orgasms, until she was putty in my hands, malleable and ready to be given whatever shape I so wished.

The clearest point came some a week into the journey, when we had made camp and unbidden, Vida had asked to join me in bed. I had at times taken her, at other times my wife, according to my pleasure - which did lean towards my wife. Now, though, she was approaching me for company, her expression nervous as she looked up at me, as if to ask if she had gone too far.

She certainly hadn't. My silver tongue had done its duty, I believed, and I smiled down at her, cupping her cheek gently. "I would be happy for you to join me. I'm sure that my wife would, as well." Vida's cheeks flushed at that, but she nodded, following me into my tent.

It was larger than most of the tents, if for no other reason than the fact that my wife was very tall. She was already there, having laid out the beddings we used, the thick hides that protected us from the cold of the nightly Sirex desert. She smiled as she saw Vida there, offering me a momentary quirk of an eyebrow.

"She asked to join us," I told her.

"I see," Elze said approvingly, a smile crossing her lips as her gaze went to the rapidly-wilting Daminatex girl. If Elze wished to establish dominance over her, then of course I would let her. You fools may imagine that marriages such as mine are made up of naught but taking and taking, the woman placidly accepting every fresh absurdity heaped upon her. That may be true for your own weak-willed women, raised and bred for submission like cattle - but I assure you, I can no more take from my sweet Elze than I can take gold from a dragon. We work together, making one another happier, better, safer, at all times. "Do you think you will receive my husband's manhood before his own wife does?"

"No!" Vida squeaked out, immediately, her eyes growing wide as she shook her head. I let my fingers idly toy with her hair, simply smiling at Elze as she worked. She did not have the gift of charm that I did - there was no ofidex in her mouth, after all - but her height and physical power granted her a natural talent at establishing hierarchy.

"Good. You are just his concubine, even if he does quite like you." That subtle little note was to build me up in Vida's mind. Of course I had discussed my plans for the girl with Elze - she had helped me craft them, even. "Still..." she hummed, towering over the shorter girl. "I think it is important to ensure he is erect for me. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes," Vida agreed instantly, though by the way she said it, my wife could have said anything and gotten the same response.

"And well-lubricated." She placed one hand on Vida's mouth, forcing it open, then simply placed her finger on my concubine's tongue. If she was truly concerned about my erection, then she would surely know that she had successfully assured it by the show, the far smaller girl shivering slightly under Elze's oppressive gaze. "Your mouth will work for that. Would you like to service my husband to prepare him to make love to me?"

Vida nodded around Elze's fingers, and Elze promptly popped her finger out of Vida's mouth, spinning the girl around and directing her to kneel in front of me. Elze looked down at me with a wry smile, clearly enjoying quite a bit toying with the other woman - and of course, it fell to me to reassure her that despite my wife's attitude, she was perfectly safe and secure and should speak well of us to her grandfather.

I wasn't too worried. My fingers ran through her silvery hair, and I smiled warmly down at her. "That's good, Vida. I really appreciate how giving you are," I told her, as her nervous fingers came up to my waistband, slowly pulling my pants down, revealing my hard cock to the open air. Her nose crinkled cutely as she got the thick scent of me. "Don't worry - once I'm done with my wife, I'll pay back the favor and make you feel amazing," I told her, making her cheeks glow scarlet. Her eyes looked like those of a prey animal as she wrapped her lips around my cock, staring up at me the whole while, gently sliding down my length.

My wife simply smiled down at me, her hands taking gentle hold of the other woman's horns. My cock shivered in Vida's throat, twitching in anticipation of my wife doing something that would no doubt be a terrible - but intensely erotic - idea. With her strength, no one - not even me - could stop her if she decided to simply facefuck Vida on my cock, pounding that tight throat up and down my cock with relentless force, using the princess of Daminatex as if she were nothing but a common whore, as if she were nothing but a masturbation aid.

Instead, she knelt down behind Vida, keeping up that same position. With her absurd height, she still came up to my chin even when fully kneeling, buttocks resting on her ankles. My cock twitched nevertheless, seeing her there, continuing to gently caress Vida's horns, keeping her hard as our eyes remained locked, a smile on my wife's lips. I then let my gaze slide back over to Vida as the girl bobbed up and down the top half of my cock, not yet ready to take my whole cock in her throat.

My hands slid down from the top of her head to her firm breasts, gently playing with them, finding the weak points I had already become well-acquainted with from my earlier work on her bosom during our previous lovemaking sessions. She let out a soft hum of pleasure around my length, her eyelashes fluttering as I played with her sensitive nipples, shifting and twisting in place to give me a better angle, her cheeks beginning to glow with arousal as well as embarrassment.

"Are you using your tongue?" Elze asked, sounding conversational, but also having that precise edge to her voice that suggested that it was very important that Vida use her tongue.

Of course, Vida immediately set to work, her tongue slithering all around in her mouth, rubbing at my cock this way and that. I let out a sigh of pleasure. "She most certainly is," I told Elze, as if I were defending Vida from her - when of course this whole play was entirely to draw her ever deeper into being utterly enthralled by me. Both women smiled up at me, for entirely different reasons, Vida's tongue wriggling excitedly along the underside of my length, her cheeks hollowing around it, her hot breaths tickling all along my dick. I gently groaned in pleasure, hips faintly bucking against her face, and occasionally she'd gag or sputter, but she certainly didn't let it stop her at all. "She's doing an amazing job. I'm very proud of her, given this is her first time doing this."

"Oh?" My wife prompted, turning her gaze down to Vida. "I would have expected her to have done it many times before." I could see the cringing in Vida's eyes as she intensified her pace. "She's been your concubine for quite some time, after all... but I suppose all women are different, in how willing they are to attend to their man's needs." Elze has a wonderful way of twisting the knife like that, these gentle words that disguise a real sadistic cruelty. It's something one often needs, among demons.

Vida was frantic at that point, desperate to prove she could do well. Her lips slid all the way down my length, entirely swallowing up my cock as she did so, her eyes staring up at me, desperate for reassurance that she was doing well. My cock hit the back of her throat with a wet squelching noise, a thick splatter of saliva spraying out as she gagged, but she kept going anyway, pushing herself ever further forward. Elze grinned at the show, clearly delighting in seeing the way the girl strained to please me further.

Vida may have been lacking in the firmness of a proper demonic bride, but that was clearly a matter of upbringing rather than character. She was determined to take my cock to the base, despite her body's constant war to keep her from doing just that, and she gagged and sputtered, growing teary-eyed as she forced herself ever further down my length - but she managed, in due time, pressing her nostrils directly into my pubic mound, mashing her face in there energetically, as if to declare her pride at her success.

I gave her all the praise she deserved, of course. Good behavior must be rewarded. "That's amazing, Vida," I breathed out, letting out a long sigh as she swallowed and gagged around my cock, continuing to stimulate it in her throat. "You're really very talented at this. A natural," I noted, and she preened around my cock, smiling vividly with her eyes.

I pushed her off a few seconds later, admiring her flush cheeks and panting mouth, her nipples perky, her cheeks glowing with arousal and exertion. A few tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't complain - rather, she looked like she wanted to dive right back down my length. I just softly ran my fingers through her hair. "No need for that, Vida. Remember, you were just warming me up. I do have to see to my wife first." I said it just ambiguously enough that she could imagine that I would gladly have sat there getting my cock sucked for longer, if only my wife weren't here - I wouldn't, of course, but the illusion was important.

Elze rose up, and soon she was straddling me on the bed, bouncing on my spitslick cock with the sort of excited energy that can only come when your bride has been given the chance to slake her sadistic side on your pretty young concubine and now was getting to fuck you right in front of her. Her gaze would occasionally flick over to Vida, who was just left to stare at the scene, as my wife's beautiful, stupendously tall body rose and fell, as her long hair flew across her bare skin.

My own hands trailed across Elze's body, sliding up her thigh, teasing her clit, finding her nipple and playing with that, too. She shivered in pleasure, casting her head back as she rode me, squeezing my length inside her with her inhumanly powerful inner muscles. Every squeeze was a vice grip, so tight it made my body shiver in pleasure, and then she would release and get right back to moving up and down. Her body was one of pure, feminine beauty and raw power combined in a lovely combination, pale skin on full display as she rose and fell, her eyes smoldering with lust with each pump of her hips along my length. My cock throbbed within her cunt, and I threatened to explode at any moment, both due to my pure desire for my wife, and the earlier fluffing that Vida had treated me to.

I did my best to hold out, of course. I leaned up to find my wife's nipple, sucking it into my mouth and tasting it thickly on my tongue, making her shiver as my inhumanly talented tongue teased the sensitive spot. "Ah, my love, my love," she panted out, hands grasping the back of my head, that overpowering strength of hers so great that I couldn't have pulled away from her breast even if I had wanted to - though I most certainly didn't. "You're so amazing, I love it, ahh," she panted out, squirming on my cock before finally orgasming, holding me even tighter against her at that point. I spared a glance Vida's way, and the girl had flushed cheeks as she knelt there, waiting her turn docilely, hands clasped before her. My cock throbbed as my attention went back to my wife, both hands grasping her supple ass, starting to pump her up and down my cock as best I could.

Given her height and consequent weight, though, I wasn't quite as able to do that as you would think - but she soon started to help me off, beginning to sashay up and down my length as we made sweet love just like that.

Eventually, after bringing her off twice more with my mouth on her nipple, the pleasure of her body became too much for me, and I simply came inside her with a groan against her bosom. She held me tight, letting out sweet words to reassure me. "Yes, my love, yes, come in me, fill me with your seed, make me a mother," she gasped out in pleasure, squirming in place.

When I was spent, she finally released me from her breast - I gave her nipple a last few licks and suckles for good measure before pulling back and letting my attention fall on Vida.

For a moment, I thought of simply treating her as one might a princess, laying her down on the bed and eating her out. But the moment the thought crossed my mind, the realization that there was a far better way to do it came as well - I laid down. "Strip, Vida, and let me pay you back for earlier," I told her, one hand idly grasping my wife's hip to direct her to start pumping on my cock.

Elze smiled viciously as she started to bounce on my cock, no doubt understanding what I was going to do. Vida was more confused, but she was certainly entranced, and therefore obedient, quickly stripping herself naked before approaching the bed. "Ahm, your wife," she noted, glancing up at Elze.

"Sit on my face," I explained. "I'll eat you out."


"Ah!" Vida said, nodding rapidly and quickly getting in place. There was nervousness there, clearly not understanding what the position was, exactly - but the moment my tongue lashed along her lower lips, any concern or thoughts left her pretty little head and she pretty much immediately started coming her brains out.

In the end, she came over a dozen times, to my two, and my wife's six. She seemed quite embarrassed, but I let her sleep in my bed with me and my wife, so she didn't complain.

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By the time we arrived in Hittana, we had been traveling for nearly two weeks. We were nowhere near the capital, of course, with half the journey ahead of us, but Vida was completely enthralled by me. In the bedroom, she came with scarcely a touch, and she was constantly offering me bedroom eyes and looking up at me like a foal or some similar beast of your world. I encouraged it. The more affectionate she was with me, the more her grandfather would be inclined to help us.

We found a Hittani fortress and approached it gently - it took a bit of back and forth, but soon enough, we were given a small escort to head towards the capital proper, as we were here on diplomatic business and I was a prince of Ibaal. In my mind, I prepared myself for all the possibilities that might come.

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Blah Blah Blah: A Demon King's Autobiography, Chapter 1: A Day In The Life
What to say, of old Mansur? The Dark Lord, what a delicious title you humans gave him. He was born in Reqas, to one of your royal families, of pure human blood lamentably, but certainly with a demon’s heart called straight out of Hell. He bathed the continent in blood, and what blood it was! A glorious war, a horrible war, a glorious, horrible war. You must despise him, peace-lovers born with silver spoons in your mouths. I loved him. He led with callousness and intellect, he warred with fervor and grandiosity, and he died standing against the hero chosen by your bastard gods. If I had to have been born as someone but who I am, it would have been Mansur.

But, this is not the story of old Mansur, is it? So why am I beginning there? Because I want you rats to understand, I don’t regret fighting for him in the least bit. Moan, cry, plead for courtesy, for chivalry, for good character, for remorse and ethics. I won’t give them to you. I love life! I love sleeping, I love fucking, I love eating, I love pissing, I love drinking, I love fighting, and by the Lucifenes do I love killing! All of these are parts of life, parts I embrace with glee!

You, who worship at the altars of the Nephines, despise life and love death. Yes, Mansur sacrificed newborns. How many demon babes do you think have died wailing for not having had good enough crests? You want me to cry for a few hundred of his enemies’ young, offered up to one of my gods, when hundreds of thousands died in that war? We saw our chance to claw some better lives for ourselves, and we damn well took it - were our situations reversed, even the most sniveling of your saints would have done the same. Of that, I have no doubt.

That out of the way, let us begin this story properly. I am Alifex, of the lineage of demon princes and royals known as the Ozken clan. Our lineage stretches back to time immemorial, but any demon who goes about claiming he’s great because of his ancestry’s a damned fool. Past a thousand years and change, every one of my ancestors is shared by every other demon, and the same is true the other way around. At birth, I was betrothed to my perfect, beloved mirror, the shadow that walks behind me, the whispering temptress in my ear, Elze. Ah, Elze. I love you so very much, my darling. I would ruin this book writing a thousand pages of sweet nothings, but you’ve heard enough of them so far, even as I can always find new ones to draw forth that smile of yours, the one so rarely seen - the one that comes to your lips when you are happy but no one is hurting. So, forgive me for not speaking in impassioned tones of my love for you now. I am certain my love will come through with every line I spend describing our relationship in the chapters to come.

I was born, of course, in Hell. How shall I describe it? In a word, it is harsh. We know not day nor night. Three red, burning, scalding things like your sun float overhead, irregular in their pace in the sky, but they vanish all together only for one night in a thousand. They are soft on the eyes, so mild I think even one of you could look up at them, but the aching heat they scrape across the surface is ever present. Every plant is painted in crimson rather than verdant; is it not fitting, that our own world offers up blood as its grass and trees?

As to the daily lives of our world’s inhabitants, ah, such rich ones we lived! Easy - certainly not. Wondrous - certainly so. The beasts of Hell supped freely on the overgrowth, grew to tremendous sizes. Monsters, that would be the word you would use to describe them. I would call them, instead, beautiful, noble beasts, which we, demons, the king beasts of hell, brought to heel. The gargantuan maw of the esurient is so vast it could swallow a car in a single, terrible bite, yet those creatures came to do our labors. The malefax are so clever they can pick locks, and we made them our hunting hounds. So many wondrous things did Hell provide us, and all are now lost to me, stranded on this world of yours.

What is the life of a demon prince, then? It is a life of hardship. From the moment I first took breath, I was being sculpted by my elders for a purpose. As a sword is sharpened, so too was I honed. Sweat, tears, blood - I spilled them all, a thousand times, no, more than a thousand. If one were to wring me out six hundred and sixty six times over, let every drop of liquid in me fall into a basin, it would not be one tenth of all I have spilled to become what I am today.

I want to be clear: I have never envied a man for an easy life. I despise you as one despises vermin. There isn’t a hint of jealousy in my heart. But, I shall nevertheless enjoy this world of yours. Joining Mansur was the wisest decision I ever made, because it let me reap the reward of seeing that moon of yours, your pretty Luna’s face, feeling cool night air, viewing a thousand pinpricks of stars… what a wonderful fortune, no?

My education, as all the educations of demon princes, was focused. I was not called upon to attend some classes, to sit with a dozen other mangy youths, our pubescent lusts overtaking our reason and rendering every word of dry history moot. Instead, I was tossed around between experts, each of whom taught me in turn, twisting me as I grew. I was not raised, but molded, sculpted like a marble statue, slowly shaped into my present glory.

I scarcely had time to learn to speak before my tongue was cut out and replaced by an ofidex, which in turn was enchanted, killed, and raised anew, becoming utterly bound to my will, its bewitching charms under my own control. I learned sixteen demon languages fluently before I had sixteen years; learned all the proper court procedures, the factions, the ideals, the names of every god and the proper way to propitiate them. It was my solemn duty to manage demonic society.

The lands of Hell were not made by the Lucifenes for our convenience; when the first demon strode upon its blood red fields, it was already occupied by the great primordials. With the blessing of the Lucifenes, we slaughtered them and seized this land, but their blood still spatters and soaks the soil, their ancient power surviving even after death. The wealth and character of our nations is not determined by our crops, but by which primordial’s blood has soaked into the soil there.

Seven-armed Ishtar once sat astride the mountaintop I would go on pilgrimage to as a youth. Her beautiful eyes and spirited heart were plucked out of her body, which fell and rotted in place, black blood pooling and congealing in an ancient cavern at the base of the mountain, now used as a sacred site. Every century, a young maiden of no older than nineteen is drowned in that blood, and what emerges is Ishtar’s revenant, a mighty sorceress with ten thousand years of magical knowledge, who is treated as a great holy figure until her death, upon which she is condemned once more to that blood.

As it happened, the centennial sacrifice fell when I was sixteen, my sweet Elze twenty-four. I was wed shortly before it, as it was considered more auspicious that I be married than not, given Ishtar's ancient purview of love and war both - I shall begin my story properly here, as the most momentous events of my life begin to happen at that very sacrifice.

How shall I describe my sweet Elze? From the moment of my birth, she knew we would be wed. Some women, perhaps the sniveling sort your world produces with constant regularity, would complain, being betrothed to a baby. Not my darling. If your world produced more ladies of her caliber, perhaps Mansur would have been defeated in the early hours, his mother noting her son’s fratricidal tendencies and strangling him in the cradle. Elze is my muse in ruthlessness; if ever my hand has hesitated when it oughtn’t, there she was to stoke the fires needed to do what must be done.

Of course, unlike the meek schoolgirls you produce, who do nothing but hope for a man to sweep them off their feet and pamper them as a pet, my Elze was only ever looking for a partner, and naturally that means she has herself been cultivated to a level to be worthy of one.

The ancient Fang of Asmodai, supposedly taken from the maw of the god of war himself, has been her companion since birth. Its ancient, holy magic shaped her growth, as it has done for generations of warriors, giving her strength and height. She towers over even I, and she wields it as a weapon worthy of a lady of her caliber. To see her in battle… to my eyes, she dances more sensually than the most well-trained courtesan. I envy those whose last vision is of my lady with the Fang in hand.

Ah, see, I have become distracted. You see, at that great ritual, we were interrupted. Yes, at such a sacred event, some young maiden ready to give her life to give succor to the nation, we were informed of trespasses upon our nation's territory, an army coming directly our way.

Now, hardly any brilliance is required to see that whoever came upon us was not of our own nation, but I suppose that for you ignorant foreigners, one must be clear regarding details. My nation was Ibaal, of which the Ozken clan were but one of eighteen royal clans, all coming together to rule our nation by council and consensus. To our west were the Parathix riders, to our east the kingdom of Sirex, and to the south, the city-state of Murcaime and the kingdom of Daminatiex. (To our north were the fractious Kakas tribesmen, who are a threat to no one but themselves.) The forces came from the south, so our inclination at first was to believe them to be of Murcaime, simply for the religious differences - the Murcaime foolishly worship your own weak gods, rather than the Lucifenes.

But no - the forces came from Daminatiex, as soon became obvious by their size and kind. Daminatiex was a nation ruled by the corrupt and wealthy king Leforias, who kept his people in line with bribes, derived from their own primordial wealth - his army was made of ragamuffins with hardly a hint of professionalism to them, mercenaries gathered from across the world and slave-soldiers from the hinterlands of Hell. Despite the greater numbers he could field, knowing it was his forces brought a sense of ease to my heart. They would not wish to fight, and thus would be quick to flee when pressed.

I participated in the battle, of course. No young prince of Ibaal could simply hide his face beneath his mother's skirts, unlike your own royals - though the Dark Lord Mansur faced off against the hero selected by your gods, the Emperor of Nantonne hid in his capital and commissioned movies. Had the battle happened when I was but twelve, I still would have been pushed out, though not on the front lines - demons live harsh lives, and we cannot afford to be weak. The blooding is an important part of manhood. I had already attended my first battle - a defensive one, fought against raiders and bandits of Parathix - but I felt the familiar thrum of excitement that came with the still-novel thing of war.

Leforias likely believed that he would find us weak, our leadership all in attendance to ritual, and that he could kill and slaughter and steal. But we are demons, and we are Ibaali, and we are never weak. Those who were fit to fight rode off to battle, all as one - and it was a great mass, our royalty and all their retainers together. I fought alongside a dozen soldiers of my father's house, and my father with a hundred.

I will never take credit for something I am not, so I shall say that in truth, I killed only one man in the fighting and only three more in the rout. It was my beloved Elze who truly showed her talents, as she swam among the ruffians that Leforias dared call soldiers, cutting them down as the scythe reaps the wheat. Seeing her simply dance among them, their weapons powerless against her, I felt my heart beat all the faster for my new bride, and all those who saw her were surely envious that she was mine.

Whatever foolishness Leforias had imagined, it was surely undone the moment our forces met his. If anything, his poor choice of date was what doomed him: the whole of the royalty were all together, and we moved as one, ready as we were for our pilgrimage, our time at the ritual, and our long return to our own homes. The sacrifice was not even delayed for the sake of the attack - we left behind those of great import and of infirm bodies, the aged and the wise.

Ishtar is a goddess of war, after all. She would understand, even delight, in our attack south.

Even given his stupidity and feckless nature, we were surprised to find Leforias himself among the men taken captive. He rarely participated in battles himself, nor had his fathers or his father's father - they were cowards who thought themselves wise, for keeping away from the battle. Perhaps, even, they were wise to know their own weak nature, as his capture was greatly to the advantage of Ibaal.

He was kept in chains, not afforded any fineries or luxuries as you might give a captive royal - he received the same treatment as those of his men who still drew breath. We discussed what to do with him. I recall only vaguely the broadest strokes, the many sides and arguments. Some proposed simply taking his head, for his temerity to attack at such a sacred time, but these men were soon talked down from their righteous anger. Others suggested that he be forced to pay a mighty ransom to Ibaal. I, however, proposed a different plan: to force him to wed his daughters and sons to our princes and princesses, to hold them hostage in a foreign land, that he might know that any further aggression would see his children butchered like the dogs that their father was.

My plan was changed in the end, though only modestly. It was suggested that marriage was too good for the children of such a loathsome kingdom, full of such moronic rulers who ruled over such a fat people. In Ibaal - as in the rest of Hell - there is no norm of monogamy, of a man marrying but one women, so this was merely a small political humiliation, not a political consideration. Your sociologists tell me that monogamy makes more stable societies - I say it makes weaker ones. If a man is of truly high quality, should he not have many women, that his children shall be numerous among the next generation? If a woman is of truly high quality, should she not have the highest quality man (or men, as the case may be) breed with her, that she may make the best children, whether he be wed already or not?

As a young prince of one of the major families, with but one woman to my name, I was allotted one of the concubines. Leforias had many wives and many sons, so ultimately it was decided to demand one concubine for each of the eighteen clans, with each clan choosing whether they desired a male or female concubine (so far as I know, all decided female, for the simple reason that Leforias's seed was worth about as much as spit). My dear, sweet Elze, did not complain of the arrangement, not even for a moment. On the contrary, her own fierce intelligence soon began to spin and wonder at what we might accomplish, were we to pick the bride very carefully.

That is precisely what we did, of course. Leforias had many wives, and many children. His wealth had allowed him to buy the women of some of the great nations of the region - Parathix, Hittana, Califex - as if they were common whores. There was even word that he had tried to acquire a wife from Nov, the nation far to the north of us, but such things were hard to speak to the truth or falsity of. Even were some negotiation on the matter to happen, it cannot be said for certain that it was sincere on both sides' parts. What I can say, is that he did not have such a wife, nor such a child.

After much discussion with my dear Elze, I chose to take a granddaughter of the king of Hittana as my concubine. Parathix may have bordered us, but it was precisely for this reason that a relative of the Hittani king was a better choice. He might be persuaded to act against Sirex, but Parathix's two kings could hardly be expected to act against their own interest merely because I had married one of their granddaughters. It was two full months after that battle, before I laid eyes on the concubine I had been promised.

That daughter's name was Vida. She was softer than the Ibaali nobility, of course. The lords of Hittana had last been seen in Ibaal when I was just a babe, aiding in crushing a madman and the fools he had gathered around him, and they showed their strength. It simply speaks to that ancient claim, that the soil makes the crop, that she was soft and gentle rather than hard. She might have fit in among your women, if she had simply been deposited in Albinreich or Talionne. But she was born in Daminatex, and her fool of a father was forced to hand her over to me, to bear my children dutifully.

When we met, she bowed and curtsied, keeping her eyes downcast. "I am pleased to meet you, Prince Alifex," she said, doing her best to seem suitably submissive. As to her heart? At the time, I could hardly have known that. Only a fool believes that they can see another's heart in a few scant hours of meeting them.

"I am pleased to meet you, as well," I said, as I eyed her up. As I said, she was soft. It was clear she would hardly be able to fight, much less be the flower of war that was my Elze. While I may spit venom at you lot, you are my enemies - Vida was my concubine-to-be, and would be bearing my children. I was gentle with her, the ofidex in my mouth serving to sweeten my words. "You are quite beautiful, Vida."

She flushed at that, eyes flicking up to me with some surprise at the compliment. It had come off as genuine, uplifting, thanks to the magic of the ofidex. It implied more than words could express. Behind the veil she wore, covering her mouth, I could see the curves of her lips in a smile. I gently cupped her cheek, feeling it through the thin fabric, and she flinched minutely in surprise, but then submitted to the touch. "Thank you, Alifex. You do me much honor."

The actual formal ceremony of a concubinage is a legalistic affair, rather than a grand, romantic, or political one. It was simply a matter of Vida offering the written consent of her father, in a sealed letter, that declared from this day forward, she would be mine. Perhaps some prurient teen boys among your people would find the situation deeply enticing - a woman forced to become theirs, to take their manhood and receive their seed. For myself, I saw it more as a necessary thing, a political aim, as I did my best to make sure that Vida herself would be happy with me - or perhaps even fall in love. Sweet nothings are called such because they cost one nothing to say.

By the time her concubinage to me was confirmed and witnessed, I had used the chance to ensure she would hang on my every word. An ofidex's magic enhances the power of words, it does not create that power. Nevertheless, for a girl far from home to hear honeyed words from the man she knew she would have to spend the rest of her life with - it took little for the impact to be much. "I do wish for you to be happy with me, Vida, so if you have any troubles in Ibaal, speak to me or Elze." "Don't worry - this is not some Daminatex harem. There is no reason for you to fight with Elze." "Your tail is quite enchanting. I wonder how flexible it is?"

My fingers trailed softly along the thing, and I could see the goosebumps run along her bare skin, feel them beneath the thin fur of the tail. Her blush grew brighter, her head ducking lower. I towered over her, as I guided her to my room in the Ozken family fortress - there, Elze was waiting.

In the units of Reqas, Elze is eight feet and one inch; in those of Talionne, two hundred forty six centimeters. I myself am 6'3", or 190cm; and Vida is but 5'5", or 165cm. As such, Vida did not reach even the bosom of Elze (I myself do not quite reach her shoulders, when we both stand straight), and she looked up at her in awe, swallowing thickly with trepidation.

"Hello," Elze said, wearing a smile. It was not a cruel smile, but a happy one. Glad that things had gone so well, that I now had a concubine that was the granddaughter of the Hittani king. Like myself, she neither knew nor loved Vida - how could she, having only just met her? "I am Elze - I would love to spend more time with you, but I think first, you really must lay with my husband."

"Y-yes, I understand," Vida agreed immediately, swallowing again, bobbing her head. She quietly removed her veil, beginning to strip further and further, revealing more and more pale and creamy flesh. "I heard, ahm, from some of the gossip, from the survivors, of the battle," she said, struggling to get out the words, "that a woman wielding the Fang of Asmodai slaughtered many of them. Was that... you?"

"It was," Elze agreed. "But there is no need to concern yourself with such things. Only with satisfying my husband."

Vida had managed to strip herself bare before me, full breasts rising and falling with every moment, a crimson note to her cheeks. One thing you soft-bellied men of this world often remark upon, and complain about, regarding demons, is our crests. Some simply call them tattoos, though this is not true. They are mystical bindings that protect us from wayward magics common to Hell and strengthen the soul and spirit both, and they do their best work if they are drawn young. Different cultures and different parents leave these markings on different places on the body. Mine was drawn across my back, beneath the shoulderblades; Elze's was drawn upon her chest, just above her breasts; and Vida's was drawn upon her pelvis.

I have to admit to finding a certain visual appeal to the positioning, as I stepped towards my newly-naked concubine. One hand slipped around her waist, pulling her into me, her face pressed against my chest for a moment, then I tilted her head up, meeting her gaze with my own. She swallowed, blushing brighter, her nipples growing hard, and I kissed her. She mewled in surprise at the intensity of feeling. She likely had never been kissed, but, with an ofidex in my mouth, well... it was quite a bit better than most any man of your world could be.

I continued the kiss as I laid her down upon the bed, placing her naked body against it, my tongue exploring every inch of her mouth with a skill, alacrity, and precision, that no ordinary tongue could manage. She shivered as my hands slid along her flanks, making their way up to her supple breasts, caressing the soft flesh there. Her legs gently twisted around me, brushing along my flanks as I let my hand descend down her body, finding my way to her sex.

She was wet, of course. With my tongue in her mouth, she could hardly have been otherwise. My fingers slid along her inner thighs, running around to her wet sex, brushing a couple fingers inside her, and she gasped at the sensation, shivering as I touched her.

It was my wife who actually took my cock out, striding over to the bed and pulling down my pants. "Take her, my love," she whispered into my ear, leaning down over the pair of us as I carried on the long kiss.

I understood her impatience well enough. For Vida, of course, the kiss was plenty good enough to keep her suitably distracted - and for myself, I could at times be too much of a tease even with Elze herself. For Elze, on the other hand, all she was getting to watch was a wriggling Daminatex princess, and that was hardly arousing to her.

I thrust inside Vida a moment later, my cock filling her up in a swift stroke, the girl beneath me squeezing and mewling into my mouth. Her fingers suddenly reached up, running along my back as I began to pump away. At first, her response was ambivalent, pain and pleasure mixing together, but as she became accustomed to my girth, she began to shiver and bounce on my dick pleasantly. I could feel her orgasm approaching, by the way her eager sex gripped my cock, and I broke off the kiss.

Elze liked to watch other women come, as it turned out, and her gaze went right to Vida's flushed cheeks as the girl's mouth opened wide, a wet moan filling the air as she came from my cock. Her pussy squeezed and gripped my length, and despite my youth at the time - I was just sixteen - I had spent much time with my voracious wife, who took the extra effort to make certain that I could last long enough to satisfy her, so I did not come alongside Vida.

On the contrary, I kept going, even through the orgasm, making the girl squeak and jerk in pleasure in the midst of her orgasm, eyes wild with shock at how good it felt, to be fucked in the midst of her own orgasm. She was unable to speak, naturally, but I just focused myself on pumping away, relishing her naked body, one hand teasing her clitoris as the other went to her breast - and I promptly leaned down to suckle at another of her bare tits, my tongue flashing out along the nipple and making her shiver in pleasure. "Ah, ah," she panted out, "it's, ahm," she sputtered, her eyes rolling around, a truly ridiculous look on her face.

"It's so good, isn't it?" Elze offered, and Vida nodded rapidly, agreeing with my wife. Elze's hand gently cupped Vida's cheek. "You're going to have many children for my husband, you understand?" Again, Vida nodded, her cheek growing bright red. "Since I'm blessed by the Fang of Asmodai, I will have a difficult time giving him as many children as he deserves - I've yet to stop bleeding, three months after marriage. I suggested you to him. It's thanks to me that you have him, instead of whatever damned fools live in Daminatex, or whoever else among the Ibaali would have been your husband. So do your duty, and take his seed, and carry his children," she explained.

Despite her cool voice, seeming more like a schoolmarm than anything else, I could see the dancing desire in my wife's eyes, as she looked down at the other woman. We had discussed our fantasies a fair bit, before then, and among hers was to see her husband dominate other women, to help him do so. Not to partake herself - my dear, sweet Elze only has eyes for me - but simply to assist.

"Puh, please, come in me," Vida got out, turning her attention down to me as she spoke, a nervous, jerky smile on her lips, as she did her best to satisfy my wife's entirely reasonable request. "Please, guh, get, me, preg, nant!" She squealed out the last word, coming hard on my cock, and I decided to meet her desires - and more importantly, my wife's. I bottomed out within her, my cock twitching as I found sweet release, spray after spray of hot cum filling her waiting sex. My wife smiled as she watched the scene, gently grasping one of my horns, peeling me off Vida's breast to make me kiss her on the lips.

She moaned softly as our lips met and my tongue invaded her mouth. I could feel the shiver down her spine, the distinctive pant, from a carefully-restrained orgasm on her part. When she broke off the kiss, she was wearing just the cutest smile, looking down at the two of us.

I made love to her next, of course.

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