Outside in a predetermined clearing aglow with bioluminescent blue and green grass and sparse weeds far away from prying eyes Ethan lounged on a bed of the lush grass staring up in the endless dark sky dancing with colorful ribbons of light merging and separating randomly around. It was far more enjoyable than watching clouds. But he was far from alone.
Kanade, the team, Kyoko, Flajeen and the newest Sixth Mistress Ivonniq shared his interest in taking the time to rest and enjoy a peaceful moment. Around the clearing stood sixty two Balam. Only Panther was male, the rest were there for their mistress’s protection by any and all threats. Nothing short of a fully equipped army of Transcendant Demons with long range abilities would dare attempt a thing with them on duty. Kanade had six, Kyoko had nine and each mistress afterwards had one more guard than the one before her. Villiken sat by a campfire with Amandale and his newest love interest Dallare leaning against either side of him. Opposite the fire was two rather average looking male Elves chose for Flajeen and Ivonniq and one female mistress belonging to each.
Ivonniq was a rather quiet and timid Lamia, but boy could she sing. She was a soprano who could stir the soul of the soulless. She had an olive skin tone, soft brown eyes and long midnight black hair that ended in natural ringlets. Barely a day at most over eighteen did she appear, still having a doe eyed innocence that belied an ancient age. But around mid-hip her soft skin merged with a long snake tail, but was bright bubblegum pink with an ivory white underbelly. From head to tail she was thirty feet long and a giving lover, especially to Kanade who she and all the girls absolutely adored.
It was impossible not to love the embodying being who is Love.
Before Ethan had returned the night after realizing Zagan indeed had used Tokala’s father as the illusion instructor Ivonniq learned of his time in Sheedan’s care after Kanade and she bonded. Kanade shared his torturous experience and though she said nothing, Ethan knew Ivonniq wanted to remove the stain of the lamia who enjoyed sinking her fangs and releasing excruciating venom. Oh she had venom, but used it only when needed. If there was one demon a match for Kanade, it was Ivonnic in terms of being outwardly soft-spoken and afraid to hurt anyone. Only when threatened would she be deadly and reveal she had survived for good reason. Plus she was one of the extremely few memons alive who had never once consumed so much as a single soul from a blade of grass.
Eight nights ago when he met her he found she was unlike any sexual creature he’d ever been with for her way of mating was coiling around like an anaconda, a constrictor. Her pussy was below the naval like most women and would be where the vee of a woman’s would be, but her scales pulled back so he could gain entrance. When he had her climax he worried she’d accidently release venom as her needlelike fangs pierced his neck and shoulder, but found out the worry was needless.
And as expected, adding the Lamia lover yet again altered the shape of his dick, the ribs looking more like rigidly smooth spiked scales that had each one of them thrashing in near instant orgasm just in initial penetration. Thankfully the length and size didn’t grow, only the shape. It still was unsettling and a bit of a primal satisfaction that after he filled their wombs beyond their limit with his baby making batter that they couldn’t walk right. But it did help adding Ivonnic as it gave the other three time to make softer love to one another since they had made sure they didn’t want him to do anything more than fuck them hard, fast and senseless. Flajeen smacked his ass with her tail and told him their plan which was Kanade’s idea. Apparently being Ifrit was to embody raw primal domination while a woman’s was to be gentle. They desired his dominance and wouldn’t let him go easy. He tried fighting by going slow and gentle, but Flajeen as physically the strongest of the women sliced his bare chest wide open, and not in a playful manner. She meant to hurt to get her point across and Kanade didn’t speak up. From then on he made sure they got what they wanted and they were all too thrilled.
Being coldblooded though made Ivonniq instinctual to cuddle and coiled around after seemingly endless sex. She was drawn to her new man and coiled around his right side, usually holding his leg. Kanade always relaxed on his left to snuggle and cuddle. Kyoko and Flajeen usually rested together, sometimes between his legs.
Thank goodness for spells as being able to enlarge a space or object. The building they called home was now six times larger for preparation. Ethan’s ability to completely control fire sliced off a chunk of mountain and was levitated out and sent far away like someone cutting a bruise out of an apple the house now fit inside. The bedroom, bath and kitchen area was spaced further apart, but downstairs the shop remained the same. The round bed was now three hundred feet across, the flatscreen TV now made a movie theatre screen puny. What was especially a nice surprise is that the house’s power requirements hadn’t changed slightly. It especially pleased Flajeen who was now addicted in Kanade’s vast DVD collection. She passed on Ethan’s comics. Ivonnic though loved comic heroines as soon as he showed the section they were in.
Best of all they never wore clothes inside the room. It was a man and geek’s paradise plain and simple. Plus the women loved Kanade’s cooking and she adored feeding them.
Right now on the grassy knoll clearing he glance at his finely dressed women all laid their heads on his outstretched arms and on his wings. His hands cradled Flajeen and Ivonic’s head while Kanade and Kyoko rested their’s more in his shoulders. And outside the palace meant they were all dressed to the nines. Only Ivonnic’s dress was much shorter so it would not stain or rip when she must slither along the ground. It was more a skirt that went just below her sex.
And Kanade made sure no stain will ruin their fabulous dresses with the same spells she applies to all the new ones the seamstresses make. It is a spell Ethan cannot do since those lay on the feminine aspect.
Watching the constant aura borealis-like lightshow Ethan found part of himself reminisce on the damn near impossible tasks Zagan put him through.
Outrun the fastest living Elf through a gauntlet filled with twists, turns, traps and vicious pet monsters… naked. Boy was he grateful to have steel hard skin and be immune to fire. There were many gauntlets throughout the palace, each one harder the higher up one went. And no flying or gliding. Snipers, demons able to shoot quills with an anticoagulant stationed in towers made certain no cheating went on while crowds watched. Being shot by a quill meant nothing, bleeding out though was serious. Gauntlet runners took on these challenges for three prizes. Prestige, money and choice of slaves. But slaves in Demon World were not like those of Earth. Slaves were prisoners of heinous crimes or captured crooks who deserve to be slaves till they either die or work off their debts.
And who would have guessed Zagan made damn sure to put Ethan directly on the hardest maze of them all. ‘Insert eye roll.’
Two days later and fifteen runs through the ever changing gauntlet Ethan won by a wingtip. The crowd went wild seeing the infamous champion dethroned after a three hundred year winning streak.
And lastly for the past six days Ethan was sent with the whole team, Kanade and wives included, down to a lower chamber of the palace that could fit the entire northern hemisphere of Earth inside, pressed flat, with the order to win a war against every single criminal, insane and anyone who wanted Ethan dead under Zagan’s promise the first to succeed in bringing his severed head will take his place as heir. More than fourteen billion showed up just to try. Another six and a quarter were forced on the promise of freedom.
The room was built for war training and quite literally there were rivers and lakes running with blood from countless fallen demons. Deserts, forests, mountains and plains broke up the terrain, but the odds weren’t good.
Ethan’s two limitations were no fire or magic. It would have been too easy otherwise. Zagan didn’t want him to rely on fire.
Kanade stayed in the back, creating a rest area no demon could penetrate while everyone fought the swarm. Baldr didn’t bother controlling himself by whistling. He unleashed his Berser
ker nature. Bodies flew when swatted by a shield or cut in half by the sword against a tide none could pass. Everyone stayed well out of reach as in that state he couldn’t distinguish friend from foe. Ellen and Vitalli ran around the perimeter, using their charging armor to devastating effect. Anyone in front were thrust under by the wedge and died by enchanted hoofs with a long blue spike. Those not knocked down were sliced in half in passing as they utilized their long claymores. Magnus swung Zaxis like a glowing baseball bat, blowing bodies apart as if made of fragile glass. Blake and Reevy fought side by side using their blades as well as their spiked tails. Nothing the enemy did could slow their advance. Kira floated above Kanade’s dome under her own levitation spell to blast curses left and right at every Shaman that her bright burning green eyes landed upon. None stood a chance with her creative mind designing curses never conceived before. Nell with her energy bow and endless supply of arrows dropped flyers left and right faster than a minigun, but each shot she fired always hit where she intended. In that battle she discovered her arrows worked a lot like Ethan’s Drone. Once locked-on, it tracks the target without end. It passes through material and immaterial alike. Only its speed is constant and doesn’t immolate the target. It pierces and deliveres Demon Energy’s most lethal poison, Spirit Energy. Though she wore armor enchanted by Ethan, she didn’t sit around not fearing being hit. She moved and dodged most though and that meant she was still hit every second or two.
Majority of demons though wanted to become successor and eventual king. Little late did they find out Ethan wasn’t going to give up his position. It was all that kept Kanade near untouchable and safe. It was for her he would endure anything. Anything that jeopardized her safety was going to die. By mace did most get pulped. The sharp edge along his wings cut like swords and his long red spade tail was like a spear that could find an armor’s weakness proved it was supple and deadly. In his battle state his battle roar was undeniable and to get close was death.
Kanade’s safe zone was always under siege, but she wasn’t having any difficulty. The wives helped where possible. From time to time the team broke off their engagement to catch their breath and get a drink. Kira magically had to force Baldr to recover and keep him still till his state calmed so he could recover.
Then they were right back in the thick of battle.
By the end of that day when the war room was ended for six hours of mandatory rest, more than five billion demons had been killed by the skills of the team working together to use their strength and cover another’s weakness.
Those that died proved merely fodder.
Next day and the following ones proved more difficult as the ones who didn’t blindly attack had more cunning, experience and were powerful. Too bad for them the protection imbued in their armor had no sign of damage and was as close to invincible as one could be. It was a one sided slaughter, but Ethan and the team felt no sympathy. All who chose to try taking the future crown were heavy soul eaters and were cruel bastards.
In the end all were killed to a man. The dead were collected and cooked up for the palace.
Nothing as important as meat was wasted.
In that time though Kanade lost the bet Kira, Ellen and Reevy made with each other. In the week deadline Nell took seven, all golden skinned Succubae, lovers. By the look on Magnus’ face on the seventh day he was strutting even more than Ethan did and he couldn’t hide away his cheeky grin that showed off his dimples. Kira paid up and Nell must have mainstreamed the orgasm potions as just looking at her even now in the grass showed she was still riding a sex high. Her alabaster skin was slight sweaty, pheromones poured off her like water and she was flushed while wearing her traditional Wooden carved top and vine thong as a cool breeze blew gently.
The reminiscing came to an end as a slight, almost undetectable sizzle of electricity alerted him to a change. Ethan wasn’t alone as the host of Balam and Elves looked in the same direction.
Ethan’s head lifting had his women sitting up. A small red orb appeared hovering over in the wide empty space and began growing huge.
“I was beginnin’ to wonder when they’d open a portal.” Said Kanade as she stood and smoothed out her dress and fixed the accessories back to the proper place. The other women followed her example.
The red portal grew to gigantic proportions, stopped around two hundred and thirty feet high and floated off the ground by little more than an inch and buzzed with the sound of electricity. The portal was big for a reason.
Out first lithely appeared the former Demon Lord of South America. Sarimee’s long legs and dancer’s background made it look easy compared to how everyone else came through. Ethan knew too well how much it hurt. Immediately her foxy lower jaw opened and she spat out a sealing acorn just like what Panther use to seal his own aura, but her acorn had a metallic ring around it to strip her energy enough to pass. Nine fine tails of impeccably being cared for spread out like a rusty fan with white tips the moment she saw the crowd assembled before the portal exit. Even her tall pointed ears were as displayed as her tails before she bowed “It is again a great pleasure to see you well, Young Master.”
“No more of that, Sweetie.” Kanade smiled and lifted both hands out to be grabbed. “Get over here before Gaia flattens you like road kill.”
Sarimee grinned and glided more than walked over, though it was a trick of the eye. Something only true dancers were capable of. Dancers and Blademasters. “Wouldn’t want to marry a flat bride now would you?” she said wily, hinting at the bust size of the other three mistresses at her side.
“I chose them for more than their breasts, just like you. It just happens that they are well endowed outside as they are beautiful inside.”
Sarimee took Kanade’s hands and they kissed each other’s cheek in greeting. “I’m glad they have fine breasts too since I’m truly lesbian.” She turned her head and winked at Ethan. “But I’ll make an exception for you.”
He chuckled. “Way to stroke a man’s pride.”
“Then know you will be the first male to ever take me.”
“I like her.” Flajeen laughed.
A much louder crackle of lightning and thunder came from the portal just then and out came a metal boot before a Titan in full armor stepped through. Two great swords easily a century long was sheathed at either hip with two more hilts peeking over the topmost shoulder, blades crossing over a back. The armor was and elegant mix of royal blue, silver and gold. A woman’s breastplate didn’t exaggerate the bust, merely protected it. The ground shook as the first foot landed, followed by a second. In the lower, right hand was a helmet displaying wings like some kind of Valkyrie. All that showed was Gaia’s beautiful bronzed face. Her upper left hand immediately removed her circlet and she sighed now that the drain eased.
One last crossed over, her Arachne Shaman and handmaiden minion.
The portal disappeared with a pop of air, like a balloon.
Clearly as one would imagine from a two hundred foot tall woman, her voice, even though feminine soft, carried and shook the air. “Greeting everyone. I see many familiar faces… and some new ones… A Dragewete? My you’ve been busy Kanade.” Gaia smiled with motherly adoration.
“Wait until tonight.” Kanade fired back.
“My my… You’ve been holding out on me young one. You’ve hidden your new nature when we converse. Bravo.”
“Thought you’d like it.”
“Gaia, Sarimee, I know you two are starving. Go ahead and return your strength.” Said Ethan to the former lords stepping up in offering. “I’m right here.”
“Still so generous. Thank you, Husband.” Gaia sat down carefully and opened her mouth to feast on his limitless energy. Sarimee wasn’t far behind as they ate to replenish all they gave up to make the crossing from one realm to another.
“He ain’t your husband yet. You need to bond to me first.”
“Semantics.” Gaia playfully teased. “I knew I’d be his wife long before either of you were born.”
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“What? How?” Kanade beat him to the punch.
“I’m queen of the Titans or have you forgotten? And I’m an innate Seer. The only one of my kind. I knew the moment Zagan sent me to Earth whom I was to help protect and nurture. I also foresee that barring premature death I will be second pregnant after you hatch a son. In two centuries Kyoko and Ivonniq will give birth the same day and ten years after them Flajeen, Benillimina, Catnis and Sarimee will have children in the same year. Within three centuries through us Ethan will have nine beautiful and powerful children who will extend our territory into an amazing era I cannot begin to describe. I see that far ahead if we manage to prevail. It is not a certainty.”
“Huh? I didn’t hear that clearly? Say it again. Ethan looks confused and broken again.” Snickered Baldr.
Nell peeled a laugh as he saw the ashen pallor of the prince.
“You jest. No Ifrit has had so many so soon.” Denied Panther.
“You know I do not jest when it comes to children, Old Friend.” Gaia said softly. “I can see it because Kanade found the key no Ifrit Mistress has discovered before her. Two major things will give him the best chance of children. First, consuming souls blocks our fertility so his seed cannot take root. Not taking any boosts conception. Second, Kanade finds likeminded females near identical to herself and is drawn to them in a way not even she can explain. She can sense what is good and pure in someone. That purity is what will allow him to fertilize our empty wombs.”
“You really aren’t kiddin’ are ya?” Kanade said near out of breath.
“It is the likeliest outcome if all of us here aren’t killed.” Gaia nodded. “I foresaw it two centuries after the Accords came to be. All I do know is you will make a decision that will lead us down one of those paths.”
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