Needless to say Baldr’s voice carried as he woke up screaming and cussing a colorful shit-storm. The worst part was he couldn’t get the dildo off his horn due to one of Ethan’s spells and endured ridicule for about a day before having it removed later. After cooling off though and after much ribbing he had took it in stride and couldn’t fault his friends. It was too damn funny not to. Retribution though would be a bitch by how Baldr’s eyes plotted that day.
A day after a month and a half after coming to Demon World and the initial visit with its greatest king, Ethan, Baldr and Magnus had been sent off to a village under Zagan’s orders to clean up bandits stealing from the kingdom’s main producer of Cultivated Humans. In their absence Nell came storming into the spacious bedroom yelling “That’s it, Girls! I’m tired of holding back!”
The regal mistresses blinked in total confusion as to what was so upsetting.
Nell singled out Kanade especially, ranting for a quarter hour on good sex and how she hadn’t learned yet how to walk after coupling, even if Ethan carried a monster between his legs. When she had said her peace she began mentally teaching the Nymph version of yoga all of them knew. Nell explained that short of a dick literally ripping a woman in half, they could handle it. She also informed that healing after sex returned their vaginas to the original state before taking a shaft. She then produced enchanted cylinders and was about half Ethan’s true girth and shared a great Nymph secret to handling big cocks while keeping a tight snatch that doesn’t look like pink beef jerky strips. She gave one to each woman who took the advice with gratitude. Especially after being promised that more pleasure and less pain would result.
Uncomfortable was the common word of the eight as they had to keep the cylinder in at all times except in the act of lovemaking. Till things adjusted. Nell taught by example how to use their inner channel muscles to squeeze it in and out without hands in masturbation. It was like kegel exercises when they were alone. And kept it in while walking and doing daily tasks.
Not easy, but the fruits of labor were quickly discovered. Ethan was beyond surprised and for the women, in the first day the pain was drastically less and recovery was minutes faster.
In the following month their pussies had taken permanent form to the cylinder and needed little coaxing to take him comfortably. Wild abandon and orgasms were the same, but pain was lowered to barely a dull numbness. And working their inner muscles daily were constantly shown off as they squeezed him whenever he made love. Ethan was indebted to Nell as he didn’t feel he’d hurt those he loved completely. Best of all they could move right after taking him hard and rough.
Benilliminia spent every available second strengthening her voice, usually alongside Ivonnic who curled around her. In the first week she could say a few small things and need a drink constantly.
Four months later her voice could hit every note possible and had a devastating scream that could destroy any physical object in a fifty mile radius. For proof, a mountain was reduced to instant dust outside the palace. She loved talking again and fought against leaning back on telepathy, which was hard since the habit was ingrained for more than a hundred thousand millennia.
But man could she sing! Her tones leaned heavily on soprano and blended perfectly with Ivonniq’s to make beautiful harmony. Anytime those to sang it was impossible not to get up and dance followed by spectacular sex. Catnis surprised everyone as she could play the flute right alongside the singers.
Every woman had a different talent that only added to their happy family.
Panther had also delivered on the flawless cut gems so Ethan could recreate the Burning Heart of Villoi. Panther even sat close so Ethan could study the one placed under the skin. It took days to make his own spells that would work the same and added some of his Demon Energy, finding dual wouldn’t work as the gem needed to feed constantly due to his combination spells. Splitting his energy wasn’t too hard. By using one type, he then fused the flawless egg shaped to a single wielder and implanted it just like Panther. Now all guard leaders of the eight mistresses had their own Burning Hearts of Ethan, as they named it after their creator. Sacnite loved her new weapon and used it many times when Kanade was safe at home.
Attacks would be far fewer now that the mistress guardians had forewarning of ill intent.
Kanade then surprised Ethan for their first anniversary on the day they met. Just the two of them left on a date without any guards or interference. They went to a private stretch of beach that started the Endless Ocean and had a great time reminiscing, swimming, making love and enjoyed a day all to themselves without a single interruption. To Ethan, Kanade had only grown more confident and beautiful each passing day and was hard to believe it had been a year since his initial bodily death. With all that happened in that first year it felt many lifetimes ago, but having her was all that mattered and it was the same for her falling head over heels on him. True love did exist. All the tragedy merely deepened that loving bond.
Ethan also spent a few hours each night working in the forge pumping out ordered weapons and having Villiken send them to Celestia in bundles. He also secretly began work on a personal and rather special project only one person knew about and that was only because Kanade was in constant contact and immersed all the time.
In the first day of the fifth month Ethan slept in a naked tangle of bodies, Kyoko asleep right on his chest with his cock still buried deep within her freezing folds. A storm thundered and rained outside which was soothing and allowed for peaceful sleep. Soft snoring came from Gaia as her head laid on Flajeen’s lower belly after being orally gratified the last time. The past week was hard and stressful for them all and they all decided to sleep together after pleasing one another. Rain loudly pelted against the glass, but with the curtains drawn to a close, lightning flashes didn’t brighten the room and the crack of thunder didn’t worry any of them. Natural, raw lightning was no longer a threat to their near indestructible bodies and their bodies knew all was well so on they slept soundly.
Like all good things, it came to an end.
A forceful jab to the mind had Ethan’s eyes fly wide and barely bit back a growl. That unique flavor seemed to get a perverse satisfaction in pissing Ethan off and could only come from one individual.
Zagan.
“What the hell do you want, Old Man?” Ethan let him in just enough to talk, but the other women cuddled close all around him were still fast asleep.
“Is that any way to speak to your king, Boy. Rephrase it.”
“Fine. What the fuck do you want, Old Man?”
“That’s more like it!” Zagan laughed, enjoying getting under peoples skin. “Get up off your ass, Boy and stand before me with only your aid and maces. Come only as naturally as you were born. It is time for you final trial.”
It took a moment to go over that last part. Final trial? For real? No more bullshit and life threatening tasks for his amusement. Ethan’s mind sped up as it sunk in. “Old Man, are you serious?”
“If you survive, you will once and for all prove you are fit to replace me. My condition deteriorates and you know I can no longer move my own body. If you live through your most difficult trial I can create, I will hand over all I’ve got to you. Prove to me you can replace me and it will all be yours.”
“I don’t like the sound of that, but I’ll be right there shortly.” And cut the connection.
Hating doing this, Ethan’s hands rubbed themselves down Kyoko’s ribs, a trail of silver fire following along. His caress had her tighten her legs and snuggle closer and press her firm breasts harder on his chest. Gradually he brought her around and her snowflake eyes cracked. “Ethan-sama? Just a little longer.” She squeezed her pussy and smiled with him still fully inside and put her head back down on his chest to listen to the dual hearts thumping along.
“Wish I could. The old man just called me to the principal’s office for my last test.” Her breath hitched.
Hearing his voice, even whispering, roused the other
women. Some yawned, others stretched. Ivonniq coiled closer to Catnis and held each other contently for a few moments till their minds sought the others and listened to Ethan’s summons.
Eventually everyone was sitting up on the bed, Kyoko sliding him out with a whimper that meant she wanted sex right then. Sarimee said “Babe, what could he be up to asking you to bring only your weapons and going nude?”
“Likely to have a deadly fight with no advantages.” Benilliminia’s singsong voice said.
“What’s the matter, Gaia?” Kyoko asked and crawled over to the shrunken Titan not meeting anyone’s gaze. “You’re shaking!” The Yuki-onna said in surprise. Gaia never trembled unless in orgasm. The other women converged worriedly on her. All four hands were taken by separate individuals while the others touched a cheek, thigh and hugged her from behind.
“It’s bad.” Gaia barely whispered, but with everyone fixated it was clear. “Ethan has little chance of coming home to us. Too little a chance.” She shook.
“Shhh.” Kanade, hugging from behind kissed Gaia’s neck tried calming her. “He’ll be fine. Believe in him like we all do.”
“Husband,” Gaia met his gaze. “I wish I could help, but I’ll pollute your chances to return to our bed if I say anything. But the king has indeed made this your final test. Just…”
“I have too much to live for just to lay down and die.” Ethan said with confidence born of overcoming obstacles and to ease fears. “We’ve only been together a few months and not even eternity will be enough to tire how I feel about any of you. But I wouldn’t mind if everyone gave me a good luck kiss.”
“A good luck blowjob would be more effective.” Laughed the life of the party Catnis with a sultry smile.
“Too bad we haven’t the time.” Flajeen sighed dramatically.
The women all had a weary laugh to lighten the mood, mostly for Gaia’s benefit.
Kanade as always got the first claim. She gave him a deep passionate kiss that would have lead to more if prolonged. She wanted more, especially when her lower belly was poked by a warm and ready member. “You come back to me, ya hear?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He then kissed her forehead.
The other seven each cam for a quick kiss and grateful word. Gaia’s sadness lessened as he reassured her and whispered naughty thing in her ear to get her to look forward to what would happen when he returned. She smiled and said “You better.” And gave him a final kiss.
Ethan had a small breakfast thanks to Kanade, grabbed only the maces and left alone to retrieve Villiken who hurriedly dressed into pants and a long sleeved shirt. While waiting for the Elf to dress he spent a few minutes in meditation as he had every morning and easily found that state of centering.
Moments later they arrived earlier than when patrons coming into the king’s court usually started to arrive. The large double doors opened and Villiken brought them both before Zagan’s guarded throne. Both hands still rested on the flaming sword, but nothing on Zagan moved for the past four days other than his jaw and eyes. The final stages of starvation were sapping his ability to move now. One Balam was currently tipping a drink down Zagan’s throat with extreme gentleness. The king’s strength was no longer able to even lift a glass to drink. Only sealed joints done magically gave the physical illusion Zagan still sat proud and strong despite being only skin and bone.
When the drink disappeared, Zagan covered his body all over in lavender flame, just enough to add a coat so as not to be easily seen. Villiken had not seen anything, already deeply bowing in the presence of his king. Zagan then spoke, still sounding in complete control and strong. “Boy, it’s time to earn your birthright. You final task is to go to the Windswept Mountains and it will come out in only one of two ways. Option one is you are killed and eaten by Vilorogue. Option two is you kill him.
“Now go and do not disappoint me. One of you will inherit my throne, not two.” Zagan said with a hearty chuckle. “Elf, bring whomever wins to me. Wait outside for the victor. Ethan goes in alone.”
“When I return, Old man, we need to discuss your social skills. They are surely lacking. Villiken, let’s get the hell out of here.” They disappeared forthwith, hearing Zagan’s haunting laugh follow.
Windswept Mountains looked like some toothy creature’s maw that would give a dentist nightmares for the remainder of their lives. The jagged mountains howled with gusts that uprooted trees and stripped mountains bare. Lichen that had an eerie faint blue radiance is all the plant life that grew sparsely over the mountain range that would make whole solar systems seem diminutive.
This was the harsh birthplace of Dragons. Only that hearty and tough race could thrive where others would be starved out. Ethan’s sharp eyes caught two such Dragons ten mountains over locked in a battle to the death biting, clawing and not holding back.
It was like a sign, the harbinger and welcome mat saying ‘Welcome to the Windswept mountains where the only sweet embrace you will find here is a sure death.’
Villiken looked up with hidden worry as his master snorted at something he found humorous in the most unforgiving land under the Fire King’s banner. “Master?”
“Don’t worry, Villiken. I was just thinking how much Baldr’s jokes have rubbed off on me. Better find a place to hide.”
“You’ve been a good and most generous master, Master. I sincerely hope you are who walks out.” And his legs carried him somewhere out of sight and danger.
‘Haaa.’ Ethan sighed and turned around towards the oppressive aura coming from higher up the mountain where Vilorogue’s lair awaited with him inside. Ethan knew of the world destroying Dragon through stories and saw what he looked like thanks to listening to Tokala’s story up on the hospital roof in the Crescent Mirror incident. The bad part was that he knew Vilorogue could sense his aura too for there was a deep roar that shook everything throughout the entire area of the Windswept Mountains in challenging anticipation.
Judging by aura alone, Ethan knew he’d met a well matched opponent.
“Might as well get this over with.” He gripped his maces tight, pulled as much of his mind into himself and flew to the stronghold of the most deadly and undisputed leader of all known fire-breathing Dragons.
An opening guarded by two great Dragons, both a deep burgundy growled as he flew up over the cliff and landed on the strip pummeled from constant activity. Internally Ethan felt more naked than he already was, but didn’t flinch as two walls of fire came blasting at him as he walked straight forward. The guards stopped and smugly believed they just had a bit of fun and stopped as Ethan came walking out without a single mark as globs of their liquid fire clung and burned on parts of his body harmlessly.
They felt fear as he didn’t pay them a lick of mind and walked straight into the dragon’s lair. They were peons and weren’t worth his time. Only one deep down in the mountain had the power to kill him. The rest couldn’t hope to leave so much as a scratch on his tough hide.
Out of the wind, Ethan caught many scents, all he’d never recognized. Sulfur was a prominent scent. Rotten eggs was never a good smell, especially with a sense of smell five thousand times more acute than a human’s.
Wings spread again and Ethan flew inside, being watched as the lair came alive with the general’s earlier roar and followed the Ifrit’s path.
Eventually Ethan came upon a deep shaft a mile wide and thirty deep. His wings snapped to his sides and he dropped headfirst. A winding staircase made its way all the way down for those unable to fly. Tunnels, many pitch dark led to different sections. Others were lit by fire in braziers or Dragons burning enough fit in just their mouths to see deep into the total darkness.
In the freefall Ethan heard Blood Speak over the wind whipping past his ears “Yes, come! Come to your death. I will feast on your flesh gladly! I will become king. Not some weakling. Come come, Mammal. I will enjoy killing you.”
The fear wiped away as Ethan slipped into another moment of meditation and centered. Calm hatred and ad
renaline rushed through Ethan’s body, fortifying for what was coming.
Viliorogue was already on the move and wasn’t going to fight on the ground. Dragons dominated the sky. Ethan knew this. It was validated as miles below a pair of bright yellow eyes pierced the bottom depth of the black shaft. Bright orange flame burned out the sides of Vilorogue’s maw and trailed down his long neck. Ethan’s crimson catlike eyes zoomed and locked with the great coal black Dragon. From snout to tail was a hundred and seventy five or so feet long as he got a clearer look at it. Twisted long obsidian black horns spiked out with age knots speaking he was from an ancient, forgotten era. Huge wings twice his length were pumped by great muscles in the back. Thick limb muscles rippled with need to eviscerate and crush. Vilorogue was by no means a Titan, but he was by far the largest Dragon Ethan ever laid eyes on and made him feel puny in comparison. And the words earlier were reflected in the voracious hate and hunger within those yellow orbs all too willing to make it a promise.
Distance closed in minutes as both Dragon and Ifrit roared and their bodies burst into red and silver flame that shook and filled the whole lair. Both species had similar ability to see through fire as if it were an extra set of eyes and Ethan skillfully snapped his wings to roll aside just before Vilorogue’s maw chomped down on worthy prey. Ethan brought his left mace around and with time moving at a crawl he connected with the Dragon’s right hip, launching him in a spin to crash off into the shaft wall, but the battle would not be won so easily. Nine wounds from the pegs were little more than a pinprick, copper in the maces being only able to soften steel hard scales.
It was merely irritating.
Vilorogue pulled himself out of the wall and saw through fire itself how Ethan flew, holding position midair. “You do not attack when I’m injured?”
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