Astaroth Awakens Ch. 12

Warning: I was in a particularly sadistic mood when I wrote this story, so it's more aggressive and violent than previous entries in the series. Nothing on the level of guro or somesuch, but still worth a mention. If you feel that might not be for you, no problem in giving this one a skip.

Astaroth's army of followers has been stopped en-route to the capital by a powerful sorceress and her guardian knights, causing wounds and casualties on the demon lord's army. Furious at the pain this spellcaster has caused on those that serve him, Astaroth decided to pay back in kind, breaking the sorceress till pain becomes orgasmic bliss to her.

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Astaroth flew over the road, surveying his army of followers as they regrouped after their march had been stopped further ahead in their path. Scores of demons helped each other with still fresh and painful wounds, while others were sadly carried away in stretchers to be seen by healers or worse, the funerary tent.  

When he had ordered his followers to continue expanding his reign and essence across the land, he knew something like this would happen, it had been when they captured their capital, even though they had heavily stacked the deck in their favour. Had they not taken the offensive, the rest of the realm, in its ignorance, would have descended on them to destroy what they had built, such as had happened in other planes through his long existence.  

But no matter how aware he was of it, each and every wound and especially every corpse hanged heavily in his conscience, those that would no longer be able to enjoy life to its fullest like he had wished to give them devastated him the most.  

Their essence would return to him, and in turn he would do his best to share it with others, so perhaps the lost would be able to enjoy some of what he had promised him through the eyes and body of another.  

He spotted his general, Aurora, below, she seemed to be attending to some of her troops.  

The demon lord glided down towards them, landing with a heavy stomp on the rock bricks that composed the road.  

All the demons present quickly dropped to one knee in his presence, but he was quick to order them to stand with a hand gesture.  

Aurora's deep purple eyes almost glowed with delight at the sight of her Master, and despite his gesture she saluted him with her right fist over her heart as soon as she stood.  

"At ease, Aurora, tell me what happened..." he said as she summoned his power with both his hands, clouds of his power descending upon those that were wounded and healing them while putting them in a pleasant orgasmic haze.  

The demoness relaxed and turned to the side, pointing north with her armored gauntlet.  

"As you commanded, we have been advancing north via the road and liberating all those that we came across..." She said in the formal and knightly tone that even after her transformation she struggled to ever shake, "it was all going according to plan until we met an unexpected force blocking our advance." 

"Unexpected force?" asked Astaroth while a small mob of followers coalesced around him, most of them in awe of their leader and wishing to touch him as if hoping this would bless them further than he had already done by liberating them.  

Astaroth paid them no mind, the palpable desire floating about them was delicious and he genuinely wished he could have private time with each of them. Alas, even in his now awakened and well nurtured power that was beyond him.  

"Indeed, my lord," Aurora said, also trying to stay focused with the matter at hand, "a small elite group of soldiers from the capital, led by a powerful sorceress." 

The demon lord looked forward where Aurora was pointing and focused his supernatural senses there. A beacon of magical power was noticeable, whomever was the source was indeed a force to be reckoned with.  

"While we could have taken her support, I'm sorry to say her spells were too much for us," Aurora bowed her head at him in apology.  

Astaroth lifted her head and caressed her lips, prompting the demoness to smile and open her mouth for him, forever unable to resist even the smallest of his touches.  

"Do not apologise, my dear," Astaroth said as Aurora suckled his thumb while looking at him with sublime adoration, "I know what you and your army is capable of; if you couldn't make it past them, nobody could." 

Aurora held his hand tenderly and spoke as he removed his thumb from her mouth.  

"Regardless my lord, command me and I will crash against them like a furious sea again and again, until they break, or we do..." she said with fire in her words.  

Astaroth shook his head at her and focused once more on the road.  

"No..." he said firmly, "I will take care of this." 

Aurora tightly gripped his hand.  

"Master... are you sure?" she asked with concern, "I do not doubt your power, but I could never live with myself if anything happened to you." 

Astaroth held her firmly from the back of her neck and forced her onto the tips of her hooves effortlessly, landing a savagely passionate kiss on his general, one she was beyond happy to respond in kind.  

After savouring each other for a satisfying few moments, he let Aurora go gently, leaving the demoness almost drooling with passion from both her sets of lips.  

"You will follow me closely for backup, but I cannot stand when my followers are hurt," he said, looking at the demons healing under his power and missing those that didn't make it as if they were holes in his very soul.  

"I will summon Belladonna and Violet here in case we need their support," he said, sending a magical missive to his two followers, "their scouting duties can wait." 

Aurora nodded as she tried to compose herself after her Master had basically set her ablaze with his kiss.  

"We will be right behind you, my lord," she said, saluting once again, "and please use us to support you as you see fit, for we will gladly even be flesh-shields if need be." 

The demon lord had no doubt that Aurora meant every word but hoped it wouldn't come to that.  

"Follow me close, but do not engage unless it's the last resort, understand?" Astaroth ordered her.  

Aurora saluted him again.  

"Yes, my lord!", she said with fire in her eyes.  

With orders given and preparations done, Astaroth took to the skies again with his leathery wings. He didn't really need them for flight anymore, for his magic was powerful enough, but he liked their appearance, and his followers seemed to very much feel the same.  

He didn't have to fly long to receive a welcoming salvo from those blocking the way of his followers, as a powerful magical blast came hurling towards him.  

Astaroth redirected the shot with a backhanded slap, but not without some effort. A lesser demon would have been shot down from the sky by such a spell.  

The demon lord finally had eyes on those in his way.  

Just ahead the road narrowed to pass through a small pass in a rocky outcrop, and it was here that a small group of soldiers dressed in battered yet radiant armour were forming a shield wall to stop anyone from getting through.  

Behind them was the source of all their troubles, a woman, dressed in silken robes that covered her neck to ankle, was charging arcane energies above her, ready to unleash another attack on Astaroth.  

Just as she unleashed another shot, Astaroth took a dive towards the ground, avoiding the attack and speeding in a collision course against their front line.  

He landed like a cannonball just before their shields; the slam of his hooves accompanied by a blast of his power so immense that most of the knights were smashed away like simple bowling pins.  

The demon lord arose from the dust and purple flame cloud that had emerged in his landing spot.  

He was no longer wearing his traditional shape, instead coalescing his power into a colossal body that dwarfed all those present.  

Astaroth was now at least as big as three men, his muscles bulging and rippling with power while his goatlike hooves left burning marks of power where he stood.  

His head and face were feral and savage, like that of a huge demonic lion, though he still had his burning goat-like eyes and ram horns.  

A massive pair of wings threw shade across him, their leathery appearance reminding those that could see if of a dragon.  

Before the sorceress could cast a new spell, the demon lord slammed his hands together, stunning all those around him with a blast of sound that emerged from his clap, and which he quickly followed with a barrage of sharp purple crystals that shot from the tips of his fingers and covered everything in a 180-degree arch in front of him as his palms parted and he brought his arms to the sides.  

The sorceress reacted as quickly as she could, raising a force barrier ahead of her that stopped the crystals mere inches away from her skin.  

Her companions were not so lucky, for the projectiles had pierced their armour and shields as if it was nothing but butter, and they had lodged themselves deeply into their flesh.  

It wasn't long before all those hit by the sharps of pure demonic essence were writhing on the ground, letting out loud lewd moans together with struggling grunts.  

"What have you done to them, you monster?!" screamed the sorceress to the demon lord, her blue eyes like pure flames of rage.  

"The same thing I do to all those in bondage by their flesh and their minds... I'm liberating them..." Astaroth said locking gazes with her.  

Arcane energies once more started coalescing around the sorceress' fingers, but they were not directed at Astaroth but her companions.  

Before she could finish weaving her spell, a huge whip of vibrant purple emerged from the demon lord's hand, and the magical lash, thicker than sailing rope, smashed the ground next to the sorceress, disturbing her casting and forcing her attention onto him.  

"Eyes on me, spellcaster," he said, the whip disappearing on his palm as he squared off against her, "you will not take their freedom away from them." 

"Freedom!?" Astaroth's words seemed to have cut her deep, for there was fury in her eyes, "you steal their souls and turn them into your demon slaves!" 

Mortals always misunderstood him at first, Astaroth thought, but he knew before starting this battle that there would be no negotiation here.  

The sorceress' power crackled with fury and another arcane blast launched from her palm at the demon lord.  

To conserve his energy in the fight, Astaroth did not deflect it, instead dashing to the side as if he was a puff of smoke, making the shot miss him completely.  

But before he could advance towards her and go on the attack, a giant spike of what looked like shimmering glass erupted from the ground before him, forcing him to lunge backwards.  

His own arcane defences softened the blow, but the attack still gave him a nasty cut on his chest. He had fallen right into her trap.  

"Very clever, little witch," Astaroth said as his wound closed before her eyes, "I will not underestimate you again..." 

But the sorceress' attention was not focused on him buer her companions again, as she desperately tried to weave a spell to extract Astaroth's essence from them.  

Enraged, Astaroth charged forward, carried by a burst of his own power, almost gliding over the ground.   

She raised her magical barrier again, but she had wasted too much time in the spell she was previously weaving, and Astaroth's fist broke through it like a battering ram through a fortresses' gates.  

The demon lord's knuckles smashed against her body, sending her flying against the rocky wall of the pass, where she crashed with a horrid wet reverberation.  

He cracked his fists as he moved closer to her, for he knew that despite the force of his attack, she was not down for the count.  

As if on cue, a couple of magical barriers shimmered into existence to his sides, and quickly moved to meet each other, trying to smash him between them.  

The demon lord launched himself onto the ear as if thrown from a catapult, his hooves evading the crushing force of the barriers just in the nick of time, but just as he did so his figure was shadowed by what looked to be a giant meteor of force coming right at him.  

It was bigger than even his current form, and it would surely have utterly annihilated any lesser creature.  

No wonder she had given his forces such a beating, her power was truly outstanding.  

But Astaroth had been gorging on the delight and joy of his followers for months now, and he had also assumed another trick like this after the sorceress' previous attack, so he was ready this time.  

Concentrating an ungodly amount of essence in his hands, he gripped the meteor as it crashed against him, digging his claws deep into its shimmering surface, and with a display of power that left his opponent utterly awestruck, he twirled in the air pulling the projectile with him, before letting it go towards the sorceress.  

A look of pure dread took her as she desperately raised her defences to meet her own attack.  

It smashed against her barriers as she screamed trying to pour everything, she had onto them, grunting and crying in effort, but just as it seemed she might repel it, Astaroth drop kicked into it with the weight of a crashing mountain.  

The pass was enveloped in a deafening explosion of shimmering lights and mountain dust, so brutal it seemed to silence everything in miles, a disconcerting quietness covering the countryside.  

Astaroth's followers, led by Aurora who was accompanied by the demon lord's best scouts as he had requested just in case, Belladonna, a stunning beautiful doe-like demoness and Violet, a lustful pixie with luscious hair the same colour as her name.  

As if on cue, their Master got revealed as the dust and arcane power retreated.  

He stood in front of the defeated sorceress, who was on the ground before him, her frame battered by the savage attack, and so broken and exhausted she could barely breathe, much less stand.  

Lifting one hand, Astaroth used his power to raise her from the ground as if held by invisible threads, making her defeated body float right before him, allowing him to lock gazes with her.  

"I do not begrudge your resistance, for you know no better, and I admire your power..." he said, as she looked at him with her blue eyes through a haze of pain and frustration, "but you hurt and killed many of my followers... and for that..." 

He clenched his hands into fists again.  

"I will punish you..." he said, baring his sharp teeth.  

Before she could even grunt in response, his fist came upon her body like an out-of-control cart, smashing against her with a gruesome cracking sound.  

And without giving even a fraction of a second of pause, his other fist came upon her, crushing her against the wall of the pass.  

Noticing some of her magical barriers were still holding, just barely, Astaroth let loose and railed at her with savage abandon, his fists crushing her against the by now bare rock until not a shimmer of magic was left and her body was purple from head to toe, so broken it was all but a miracle and a testament to her power that she was still alive.  

With a grin, Astaroth used his claws to peel what was left of her clothes from her battered body.  

She was bleeding profusely and had uncountable broken bones, but the demon lord could still see her beauty and power behind her mangled flesh.  

As life started to leave her body, the demon lord shifted his power and attention to the astral plane, where her spirit was on the cusp of release.  

And before it could do so, he lunged at her soul with his jaws, biting onto it so fiercely that her horrible psychic scream was probably heard by all those attuned to this realm, and with a savage pull, he ripped part of her very being out, swallowing it as if it was nothing more than a small cut of meat.  

Refocusing into the mortal realm again, he extended his hand and summoned onto it a sharp purple crystal made from his very demonic essence, pulsating with enough power to liberate and transform dozens of mortals.  

Gripping it firmly, he focused on his defeated captive, who was lashing with painful convulsions from both the physical and spiritual battering she had received and focused keenly on her heart.  

With a precise stroke he impaled her torso, literally pinning her to the rock wall with the essence dagger as if she was nothing more than a paper doll stapled to a corkboard.  

The brutal sound of flesh and bone being cleaved echoed through the pass, before being followed by silence.  

Suddenly, and as the demon lord grinned, the essence on the dagger started seeping into the sorceress, and as it did so her body righted itself with wet and fleshy crunches.  

Breather returned to her as she screamed in agony from the feeling of her body fixing itself, itself not dissimilar to the pain of suffering through the pain of those wounds.  

She squirmed against the rock wall, kicking and wailing while her hands gripped the massive dagger, which seemed to shrink as power seeped onto her and her flesh.  

It kept shrinking and shrinking as she screamed and pulled at it, till it no longer pinned her against the wall, making her fall and hit the ground with a disturbing wet thud.  

Yet despite this, she managed to get on her knees, her very neck snapping back into place and fixing itself from the fall with a crack.  

The agonising screams continued until the dagger had seeped so much onto her that what protruded from her heart was no bigger than the hilt of a regular sized dagger, though still crackling with power.  

She looked at Astaroth with eyes full of rage and pain and raised her hands to summon her power, but nothing came of it, no shimmering light or arcane power of any kind came to assist her.  

A look of horror took her as she looked at her hands, before looking up at him again.  

"You took my magic!" she screamed in frustration.  

The demon lord's hoof crashed upon her like an avalanche of rocks, crushing her where she stood.  

But Astaroth wouldn't let her die, so the mangled mass of bone and flesh she had been smashed onto started once more to painfully reknit itself until she was whole once more.  

She stared at the ground in utter disbelief, unable to process both the situation and ungodly amount of pain she had been through.  

"Yes, witch," Astaroth said as he lowered his head towards her, "I ripped your magic off your soul and made it my own." 

The sorceress held her face, her mind breaking under the situation.  

"And normally I would have used my essence to just liberate you and make you free... but since you hurt my followers, I demand some retribution." 

She looked up at him again, utterly broken and defeated.  

"You will not be allowed to go through apotheosis and embrace your new form until I am satisfied with you," he said in an imperious tone, "now you will serve as my followers as payback from the pain you inflicted on them." 

The sorceress looked at the horde of lasciviously ravenous demons behind Aurora, Belladonna and Violet, ready to pounce on her as soon as their Master gave the order.  

Not just them, but also her guardians and former allies, the knights that had guarded this pass with her, for they had completed their transformation and were now eagerly joining an impromptu orgy with their new fellows behind Aurora.  

"Oh, and before I forget," Astaroth said, and with a snap of his fingers, the sorceress' pussy lips seemed to melt and fuse, disappearing into a smooth contour like that of a doll all while she let out a wail of agony, "that hole is mine and barred to all till you learn your lesson..." 

"Come crawling to me once you understand and are ready to beg for forgiveness and freedom, and if it pleases me, I will allow you to finish your apotheosis..." Astaroth said to her firmly.  

She turned her head towards him to say something, but before she could the demon lord had kicked her with one of his hooves, sending her flying onto the mass of ravenous demons.  

Her body hadn't finished fixing itself before Aurora lifted her by the hair, a wide grin on the demoness face.  

"This is going to be fun..." the general said as Violet and Belladonna grinned in agreement 

A ravenous mass of wantonness descended upon her, and without pause or mercy started licking, biting, rubbing and kissing every inch of her now fully healed body.  

She did not resist them at all, for she had no will do so left, and the demonic essence lodged deeply in her heart pushed her own desires and sensitivity to the forefront of her mind, forcing her to taste the demons' lewd actions without any filter or hang up.  

While at first, she tried to contain the whines and moans of pleasure that escaped her every time a new demon kissed, groped or even bit her, it barely took a few of these before these lewd sounds were flowing naturally and with delight from her mouth.  

The whole scene quickly evolved into a happy orgy by those present, with the broken sorceress being passed along from demon to demon, alternating from her available holes being filled by pulsating and hungry cocks of every shape, to having her lips pressed against the needy nethers of succubi and hellhounds, her body bathed in burning cum and her flesh covered in teeth and claw marks, each of which had made her orgasm harder than she thought it was possible from just pain.   

Her notion of time evaporated, utterly consumed by lust and the desire to taste another cock, kiss another pussy or receive another bite.  

By the time she came onto Aurora's hands again, the sorceress was eagerly licking, kissing and worshiping the demon general's pussy while her former protectors took turns ravaging her ass, now so full of demonic cum it spilled everywhere like a cream filled bun every time a new cock went it.  

Aurora sucked on Violet as if she was a delicious lollipop, flicking the corrupt pixie's pussy with her long tongue while her friend and lover squirmed between her sharp teeth.  

Belladonna had decided to enjoy being the lascivious meat between two friendly hellhounds, ready and anxious to be knotted in both holes by them.  

The sorceress' looked up at Aurora with her blue eyes burning purple from all the demonic essence burning inside her, giving the demon general's pussy all her genuine passion while eagerly spreading her ass to whomever wished to claim it, perfectly healed and ready despite the brutalising it had received from dozens of Astaroth's followers.  

"I think you are ready, little doll..." Aurora said as a huge bull-like demon unloaded so much cum inside the broken sorceress that it even spilled through her mouth onto Aurora's pussy.  

Their captive raised her gaze towards her, so utterly drunk on demonic essence and her own inexhaustible lust that forming words in her mind was a struggle.  

"Ready... for... him...?" she managed to ask, a certain brightness returning to her eyes.  

Aurora nodded.  

"Are you ready to beg for forgiveness?" the demon general asked her captive, knowing the answer well.  

The broken sorceress nodded effusively.  

"I am... I am... I..." she struggled to speak as another savage orgasm took her while, yet another demon ravaged her ass without mercy, "I need this..." 

Aurora signalled to her Master, who had been busy observing the orgy and enjoying the worship of many of his followers while he waited.  

He had not changed back from his massive combat form, still towering over even his tallest and biggest followers, his powerful hooves leaving purple fiery footprints where he stepped.  

"I think this bitch wants to say something to you, Master..." said Aurora, lifting the sorceress by the hair, her pleading eyes begging for his attention.  

Astaroth crossed his arms and stood above them, the bestial erection coming from his crotch, almost as big as an adult human, literally projecting a shadow over their captive.  

"Let's hear it then..." he said with a smirk.  

Aurora chucked the broken sorceress at her Master's feet, a loud and dirty moan of pleasure coming from her as she painfully landed on the ground, rather than a grunt of pain.  

She quickly crawled towards Astaroth's hooves, kissing them profusely as she trembled.  

"Please, please... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she cried with a mixture of genuine shame and neediness, "I didn't know what I was resisting, my whole body burns and needs you..." 

Astaroth used his power to lift her from the ground as if pulled by invisible strings, grasping her whole body firmly in one hand, so tight her bones were almost popping.  

"What is it you want, doll?" he asked her, his eyes so bright it seemed he wanted to burn through her skull with his gaze.  

She kept moaning like a whore from the pain of his tight grasp.  

"The pain, the joy! It's too much!" she screamed as she orgasmed in his hands, "I like it when you break me! I like it when they fuck me!" 

The demon lord chuckled in delight.  

"You serve me now, understand?" he said, squeezing harder, "you will be my personal sorceress and pain doll." 

She screamed in delight from the crushing pressure of his hand.  

"Yes! All yours to use! All yours to fuck, and to hurt!" she was crying tears of happiness as she yelled, "do not hold back! Please destroy me and remake me as much as you wish!" 

Astaroth was pleased, the punishment had turned into her reward, she had unlocked pleasure she couldn't even understand.  

He raised one finger, and its claw slid out of the digit, so long and sharp it might as well have been a scimitar, and with a quick movement the demon lord cut open her featureless mound.  

The demon lord's new doll screamed again as she orgasmed from the pain, but this time her pussy reknit itself properly, her lips now glistening perfectly under the by now moonlit night.  

With a grin, Astaroth started rubbing her tiny slit against the tip of his cock, which was as wide as her hips, if not wider, and his doll's eyes opened wide with excitement.  

"Yes! Please!" she yelled, "push it on me! Break all my bones if you must! Wear my flesh like a toy for your pleasure!" 

Her eagerness was infectious.  

Astaroth bared his jaws at her while starting to press her pussy against his massive throbbing erection, and the overwhelming flood of demonic essence inside her, mixed with her by now soul consuming need, made it so the enormous cock started slipping inside her.  

Because he hadn't allowed her to fully transform yet, it was not as smooth as other times he had enjoyed one of his demons as a cock sleeve, with the sorceress' body cracking and squelching as her bones and flesh broke and ripped making room for its new master.  

She screamed in agony at the sensation, but her voice was mixed with a clear as day sound of lewd joy, her face a mad mask of mixed sensations.  

The demon lord gripped her body tightly and continued to push, feeling as if he was slowly drilling through her soft flesh and brittle bone.  

Her legs were by now dangling lifelessly of the sides of Astaroth's tip, her skin stretching over him so tightly that you could see every ridge and pulsating vein on the demon lord's cock through it.  

She cackled madly while holding her face, which constantly alternated between tears, screams of pain, laughter and the filthiest moans one could ever imagine.  

"Oh, gods Master, it hurts so good! You're smashing my insides into lube for your cock!" she said looking as her skin bulged more and more as her body kept cracking and squelching with every push, "please don't stop, please don't stop, please don't stop!" 

Her lustful mantra was interrupted when the utter savaging of her insides reached her chest, with Astaroth pushing her down without mercy until with a satisfied crunch and a breathless moan from his new toy, his tip so deep her whole torso was like a beautiful skin condom and her ribcage could have been mistaken for his cock ring.  

Her insides were now nothing more than mush between her skin and his phallus, but thanks to the demon lord's power she had absorbed, she was still alive and tied to her mortal form, feeling every pulsating inch of him directly onto her soul.  

The look on her face was one of mindless bliss, with a happy wide smile from which every once in a while, soft moans scaped.  

She was completely and utterly broken, in mind, body and soul... and yet, she was trapped in a loop of all consuming pleasure.  

Satisfied with his work, Astaroth started using her as a masturbation aid, gripping her limp yet warm body tightly around his girth and stroking as fast as he pleased.  

He thoroughly enjoyed the smooth feeling of her tightness around him, biting his lip and showing his delight to his followers, who had formed a circle around him to better see his work and continue their orgy as close to their beloved Master as they could.  

Since it was just him pleasing himself with his little pain doll, he didn't take that long to reach climax, and with a satisfied grunt, his balls twitched as he brutally orgasmed with his cock still trapped inside the stretched sorceress.  

With a grin he observed as she started to bloat, her mind was so subsumed and body so broken by what she had just experienced that the only reaction from her was a small chain of quiet whimpers.  

Her stretched body filled more and more, till her torso was nothing but a small balloon of cum trapped against tip.  

As she looked ready to explode, Astaroth felt it was time to allow her to change, and focusing on the spirit place once more, he released the piece of her soul he had ripped out of her before, pushing it inside her as part of the flood of cum still filling her.  

Overloaded with the demon lord's essence and her own returning power, her soul started to crack and fray, but before it could disintegrate or vanish onto the beyond, Astaroth released the lock he had placed on her heart that was stopping him from fully transforming into one of his followers, allowing all those energies battling inside her to merge.  

To his surprise, she suddenly let out an orgasmic scream that echoed for miles, before she seemed to literally explode in a cloud of crackling purple energy, leaving no trace of her destroyed body behind.  

Everyone in the pass fell silent as it happened, and then stared with curiosity as the cloud of power floating right in front of Astaroth started to slowly coalesce.  

A beautiful reddish orb formed from all this essence, which levitated higher to be closer to the demon lord's face, before something started to form around it.  

With utter fascination Astaroth observed how a body literally grew from the orb, slowly constructing a breathtakingly beautiful female body.  

The body was smooth as silk and had absolutely no blemishes, it's skin of a pale white that reminded the demon lord of a doll, it's features ones of breathtakingly stunning woman.  

From its head the sorceress' face was sculpted, but while she had been beautiful in her old life now, she was inhumanly perfect, her eyes two bright purple orbs that radiated power.  

Her body had no hair anywhere, instead sporting a beautiful ephemeral mane that seemed to be made of pure demonic power, as purple as Astaroth's eyes.  

With clumsy careful movements, she started to feel herself, following the contours of her new flesh all while her eyes were fixated on Astaroth's, almost drinking from them.  

The demon lord could feel the power emanating from her, no creature he had ever created either via breeding, transformation or sculpting had ever been so powerful, except Desire after he gave her the seraph's essence and made her his queen.  

She bit her lip as she teased her clit and racked her nails across her chest at the same time.  

"Why did I resist..." she said, a tear of pure power sliding down her inhumanly gorgeous face.  

The new demon did a courteous bow to Astaroth, and he smiled in response.  

"Thank you for remaking me... my lord..." she said, her burning soul almost prostrating itself at his hooves, "please... take me as your doll... make use of me how you see fit..." 

Astaroth lifted her chin with his huge clawed hand, feeling how she was literally giving him the leash to her soul, something he gladly took in hand, extending his power onto the spirit plane again and shacking every part of her being to his will.  

The loud whorish moan that she let out as he did so truly delight the demon lord, who licked his lips in anticipation.  

"Doll... it fits you..." he said, "that shall be your new name, my little Dolly..." 

She gave him a wide smile in response, clearly delighted with her christening.  

"Before I enjoy you again, little doll," he said, already burning with the want to do so, "show me your power..." 

Her face was the picture of perfect calmness as she beamed him another smile and lifted her hand, summoning her new power.  

Hordes and hordes of purple tentacles seemingly made of pure light erupted from every direction, covering every inch of the ground currently taken by Astaroth and his followers.  

With a flick of her wrist, the flexible magical appendages descended on everyone present sans Astaroth and her, enveloping their bodies and caressing every inch while playing with their nethers.  

The tentacles quickly modified themselves to pleasure every single demon present, penetrating those that craved it in their wholes, or wrapping themselves around phalluses, stroking them with gusto.  

Some even changed their cock-like tips into wet and tight fleshlights, enveloping needy erections and sucking them with an enthusiasm that many succubi would find difficult to match.  

Astaroth smiled at his new follower, utterly impressed with her power, and feeding on the delicious lust that enveloped them from every direction.  

"Very impressive my dear..." he said as he caressed her torso with his huge clawed hand.  

Dolly leaned into his pets, her external quiet hiding the storm of utter need that the demon lord could see inside her.  

"May I please you too, my lord?" she asked as she hugged and licked his huge thumb sensually.  

Astaroth nodded at her, delighted with her initiative.  

She didn't do any gestures for this summon, she just continued licking and kissing his thumb while multiple enormous tentacles emerged from the ground and lovingly wrapped around the demon lord's nethers, coiling around every ridge of his cock, wrinkle of his testes and contour of his thighs.  

The silky appendages stroked and teased his enormous cock and balls like a horde of loving and desperate slaps, making the demon lord moan with delight as he twitched for her.  

"So wonderful, my dear..." he said, a soft purr coming out of his leonine muzzle.  

A small smile showed in Dolly's face, clearly delighted with the result of her attentions.  

"Giving you pleasure like this is the least I could do for you, my lord..." she said, squeezing his thumb hard against her breasts, "I cannot begin to describe how I feel... happy... calm... free..." 

"Being defeated by you it's the best thing that has ever happened to me..." she said, tears almost dropping from her odd yet piercing eyes.  

"The best thing yet, my dear," Astaroth said, relaxing and letting the tentacles service him, "this is but the first day of your new life..." 

Dolly swooned for her Master with a loudness that felt odd compared to the peace and stillness she was radiating.  

"On that subject... if I may be so bold, Master..." she said, biting her lip.  

Astaroth smiled in response.  

"Please, I beg you... use me more..." she said, the neediness the demon lord had felt flooding through her lips now, "please use me like before... break me, fill me, destroy me under your hoofs again... and again... and again..." 

The way those last words left her lips made it sound as if her life depended on it.  

With a grin, Astaroth drew the claw from his thumb, a wicked thing as sharp as a scythe, and plunged it deeply under her neck, dragging it down along her chest with vicious gusto.  

A long, loud and utterly whorish moan escaped from the reborn sorceress, as her new flesh was rendered asunder by her beloved Master.  

But while the effort and feel of the cut was that of a knife through flesh and bone, there was no blood, no gore nor any other things you might have found inside a human body. Dolly's insides, fitting to her name, were empty.  

Not proper hollow like a vase, but rather her flesh was like a consistent clay with no veins, muscles or visible bones, coming apart like putty and exposing the bright red of her crystalline core inside her chest.  

Despite the lack of vitals, the face and toe twitching that was wracking her made it clear the feeling was as real as getting her chest cleaved in two with her old flesh.  

Astaroth continued his long slice until finally reaching her bellybutton, where he pushed his thumb with force and skewered her through the belly so deep and forcefully that the whole finger came out the other side.  

Dolly screamed as she orgasmed savagely from his attention, pain such as this having clearly fully become pleasure for her in this new form.  

She held his thumb tightly as she continued to twitch and moan, still orgasming for him as the gashes in her bloodless form knitted themselves close slowly.  

"Mo... more... please..." she pleaded with doe-like eyes, her tiny hands clinging to him tightly.  

A burst of sadistic glee bubbled in the demon lord, something that he rarely allowed himself to use due to the fragility of those around him in comparison to his power, and with a wicked grin and a look of hunger, he lunged forward with his jaws, closing his impossibly sharp teeth around upper part of her body, just barely missing her breasts, and then ripping it all off with a growl.  

He chewed Dolly's flesh slowly, delighting in its taste while what was left of the sorceress' body convulsed and flailed with one of the most savage orgasms he had seen in all of the planes.  

Despite the magical nature of her form, she tasted like the most delicious red meat, but beyond any delight on her flavour Astaroth was just happy to be unleashed like this, for despite his power and menacing aura he despised killing and death. Why deprive others of life when you can free them and have them join the exuberance and delight of his eternal orgy?  

As he pondered this what had been ripped from Dolly's new body slowly grew back, including her head and face, which now showed the most debauched look of orgasmic joy that he had seen her make as of yet.  

"Oh gods..." she managed to say after her mouth fully formed again, the rest of her body still convulsing from her orgasm.  

"Please... more!" she begged, "MORE!" 

Astaroth lost it at that time and after unimpaling her from his thumb, he squished hard in his hand, crushing her, before throwing her on the rocking ground with all his strength, her splattered slowly reforming on the crater it had created.  

Before she could fully reform, and with her pleading eyes as oil to his flames, the demon lord stomped her with his hoof with all such force all the animals from the surrounding area panicked as if running from an earthquake.  

He then bent over her; both his fists closed into human sized boulders of inhuman strength, and started pounding the ground with rabid passion, each smash being echoed by a loud desperate moan from her.  

His fists kept falling onto her as if they were an unending avalanche, barely giving her time to regenerate after each hit.  

It wasn't long before she was an unrecognisable paste on the rocky ground, only her bright and almost indestructible core glowing and vibrating from the orgasms hitting her again and again with each of his destructive punches.  

Panting from the effort and the impeccable job her tentacles were doing pleasing him, Astaroth carefully picked up her core with two fingers and raised after placing it in his palm.  

He smiled as he saw her reform around the red crystal again, the first thing coming from her mouth a deliciously long and lustful moan of pleasure that was even louder than her last.  

Dolly's sea of pleasing tentacles had filled everything with a wonderful orchestra of moans, whines, grunts and screams of pleasure, which kept going more and more in crescendo and now felt about to reach its climax.  

In response, Astaroth snapped his fingers and applied his own bondage magic on his little pain doll, a quartet of shackles made of pure purple energy emerged from thin air and latched onto Dolly's wrists and ankles.  

They pulled hard on her extremities, forcing her body into a tight saltire cross shape, and ripping yet another long-delighted moan from her.  

As he got closer and closer to climax, Astaroth cracked his knuckles looking at her with his eyes full of sadistic glee, which only made her plead even more with her gaze, and as he throbbed from the attentions of her magic, he once more started to punch her body.  

But unlike the utterly uncontrolled and savage hits from before, every single one of the slams from his fist came with calculated force, trying to project as much as he could directly onto her body.  

Each smash landed on her with bone crunching force, but her moans combined with the looks they exchanged made it look less like a beating, and more of a ravaging, Dolly's nethers unable to stop dripping and twitching with lust.  

Finally, when he could hold no more, Astaroth dug both his claws onto her chest and pulled in opposite directions, ripping it open as she screamed in ecstasy and fully exposing her brighter than ever red core.  

He aimed his throbbing and about to explode cock towards her, her magic bindings securing her in such a way that her core was directly ahead of her Master's tip, and the broken sorceress looked back at him with tears of joy in her eyes.  

The tentacles she had summoned stroked Astaroth faster and tighter until with a great roar of delight and triumph, he orgasmed with such force you'd have been forgiven for confusing it with a canon shot; though even his powerful roar was almost silenced by the chorus of lewd joy that exploded all around them, for the grand majority of those being pleased by Dolly's magical appendages reached climax in unison with their lord.  

An inhuman torrent of burning demonic essence came flooding out of his manhood, hitting Dolly square on her core, and filling her open chest until it started spilling out and running down her beautiful pale skin.  

Her mind was once more utterly broken from the sensation of her Master's pure essence enveloping her core, in a sense drowning her mind and soul within it with his cum.  

A series of savage and non-stop orgasms started to hit her like lashes to the skin, all while her crystalline centre started to absorb Astaroth's cum with such impetus it was almost as if she was lapping it all up with a supernaturally adept tongue.  

The demon lord relaxed as all the essence he had built flowed from his shaft, making Dolly's chest cavity overflow more and more until a bathtub worth of his cum covered the rocky ground under her.  

Her core glowed and kept vibrating as she convulsed non-stop from all the overdose of demonic essence she had just experienced, so Astaroth took the time to carefully finish the binding of her soul with his magic, completing it by branding her core with a beautiful sigil of ownership.  

The feeling of metaphorically getting her soul collared and leashed broke what little concentration she needed to keep her physical form active, making her doll-like flesh melt onto the ground and out of her bonds.  

With a swift movement, Astaroth grabbed her beautiful crystal core, holding it tight in his hand with a grin.  

It was twice as big as a human fist, though obviously diminute in his current form, and it was still trembling and shaking, her mind and soul inside still having orgasm after orgasm from what had just happened.  

Such was the aura of lust and need coming from it that had it been someone other than him holding it, such a creature would probably be on the floor furiously masturbating and begging for release from anyone or anything it would listen to, it was truly exquisite.  

He smiled as he pocketed the gem and looked around him, all his followers moaning happily from the tentacle orgy and some, such as his general and his scouts, were ready for another round.  

Something he was happy to attend to.  

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