Astaroth Awakens Ch. 14

Satisfied with how his plans are progressing, Demon Lord Astaroth goes back to the seat of his power to hold court and spend some time with his followers. Amongst the duties for the day is marrying and helping two of his closest followers conceive, and giving a broken and lost high priestess new purpose.

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Astaroth's followers continued to march towards the capital of the realm, their numbers swelling from converts from all surrounding towns and even defectors from the city itself.

Now that their most powerful defender had been taken by Astaroth and turned into his loyal follower, it was not a matter of if the city would fall, but when.

Safe in the knowledge that his general, Aurora, and some of his most trusted followers were in charge of the operation, Astaroth decided to retreat to the first city they had captured, which by now had settled and grown into a place of joy and sensual pleasures. It even got a new name from its inhabitants, Bliss.

The demon Lord had been offered a palace and a seat of power in the city, but Astaroth was not the kind to rule directly. He was way more interested in ensuring his followers were living full lives free from the shackles of the absurd, repressive, and ascetic culture that had permeated this realm for years.

Still, he liked the city and having a residence in it made sense, so following a suggestion by Dorothea, his self-appointed high priestess, the old cathedral had been turned into a temple and throne room for him.

The beautiful and imposing building had its old decorations and engravings scoured, making room for delectable statues and tapestries of all manner of fiends and mortals engaging in lustful activities.

A big, beautiful throne had been placed behind the altar for him, and the main room always echoed with whines and moans of delight from the never ending orgy taking place in it.

Astaroth had assumed his place on the throne while wearing one of his preferred forms, that of a towering and muscular humanoid with short reddish fur, powerful goat-like hooves, big ram-like horns, and a lion's tail.

His face was mostly human, but had a short, somewhat feline-looking snout with a black nose and lion-like teeth. As usual, his eyes were similar to those of a goat, but of a deep, raging purple that made those present know he could look past their skin and onto their souls.

A long black mane of lion-like hair flowed from his head and past his shoulders, making him look more wild than usual.

While there was no formal reason to do so, Astaroth had decided to hold court today, attending to the needs of his followers as they came to him, as long as it was within his power to do so.

It had been rather enjoyable so far. He had married several couples and groups, gave new forms to several new converts that had arrived in the city recently, and tried his best to solve some minor disputes between followers, for not even he and his followers were free of conflict.

The beautiful Velvet, his recently acquired personal maid, managed a list of people waiting to see him, her beautiful overflowing breasts almost blocking the view of her clipboard.

She had been so well-behaved and polite, keeping firm and looking stunning in her small maid dress despite the raging inferno of need that Astaroth felt inside of her. He would make sure to reward her later.

"Are you ready for your next petitioner, Master?" she asked with her sweet voice, her lovely heterochromatic eyes almost shining.

The demon lord nodded to her, and she smiled back at him before gently shifting in her high heels, ushering the next person or persons to come through the main gate. Astaroth lingered for a moment on her dark chocolate coloured skin. She had blossomed as a demoness, happier now than she had ever been as a crown princess.

Astaroth smiled as he saw who had come through the door of the cathedral, walking down the aisle to him with a radiant smile.

It was none other than his succubus queen, Desire, accompanied by the demon lord's personal hellhound, Viscera.

They walked towards him with linked arms, an excited smile on both their faces. Neither were wearing clothes today, with Desire's smooth and spotless pale skin shining under the light of the stained-glass windows while Viscera's blonde silky fur almost glistened next to her.

Viscera's padded feet made barely a sound on the stone floor, which was a stark contrast to Desire, whose cute and delicate hooves made it look and sound as if she were walking on sensual heels.

Both beautiful demonesses stood in front of the altar, getting on their knees before him as their eyes opened wide with excited admiration.

Astaroth stood up, ushering his two lovers to do the same, with both women getting up with an even bigger smile.

"What are you doing here, my dears?" Astaroth said with a chuckle, "You both know you can come directly to me..."

They moved closer to each other before looking at their Master with a wide smile and saying, "It felt right to do it this way, Master..."

Astaroth laughed, "Well then, please tell me, what is it you require?" the demon lord asked with curiosity.

Both demonesses looked at each other, with Desire wrapping her arms around Viscera and squeezing her gorgeous full breasts against the hellhound's, who couldn't help but wag like an excited puppy.

"We have spent some amazing time together, and we have decided that... after so long... we would very much like to be married and make our love for each other official..." said Desire, her thin succubus tail making a cracking sound as she whipped it in excitement.

"Oh?" said Astaroth, his eyes looking past their physical forms and utterly basking in the delicious need they had for each other. It had always been a treat to see, but it had grown and matured into a delectable roaring fire.

He looked at Viscera straight in the eye before speaking, "You would steal my queen from me, pup? Is that how you pay me back?" he said to a surprised Viscera, who quickly dropped her ears looking sheepish.

Astaroth burst out laughing, a radiant smile on his face. Both ladies looked at each other and their Master, timidly shifting on their spot.

"As if I could come in between such love and passion..." he said, picking up both beauties in his huge arms and covering them in kisses, "I will happily marry you both...'

Viscera and Desire were elated by his words, and kissed, nuzzled, and licked each other while pushing closer to his altar, as if wanting to phase through it and touch him.

"Since you are marrying my queen, I guess you're being promoted to my pet, little hound..." he said to Viscera, who almost melted with his words, her tail wagging so hard it seemed she was about to take off.

"I'm forever yours, Master," said Viscera lovingly giving him a submissive look, "we wouldn't be together if it wasn't because of you, and you know I will be grateful for that for as long as I live..."

Desire held her lover's head against her chest, kissing the happy hellhound nonstop.

"I know, my dears, seeing you so happy fills me with power and the desire to bring this joy to many others..." Astaroth said, almost burning with energy.

His shot him a pleading look with her beautiful eyes, pulling his attention towards her, "Master, there is something else..."

Astaroth gazed into her eyes, their powerful souls connecting as if by a tether. "Tell me, my queen, what is on your mind?"

Desire bit her lip, "Recently we had the pleasure of liberating a wonderful stallion and his mare... and now they are busy making up for lost time and pumping her belly full of foals..."

Astaroth smiled, savouring the feeling emanating from Desire, "I felt the birth of a new breeding demon... those are rare, well done, my queen..."

The succubus blushed, her Master's words still having the power to do so. "Thank you, Master..." she said, basking in the compliments a bit longer, "but seeing it also made us a bit jealous... Viscera and I would like to make some little devils ourselves..."

A wicked smile appeared on the face of the demon lord. "I see... You wish to impregnate the other?"

Both demonesses nodded effusively.

Astaroth laughed, this was going to be fun. "As you both know, it's not easy for a demon to have progeny, it takes a lot of power, otherwise we would be flooded with spawn in mere months..." he said, letting the words hang for a second, "but it's not impossible... and it's something I am keen to do for two of my most beloved creatures."

He could feel their hearts race in their chests, so excited and aroused that you could probably fry an egg on them.

"What do you require, Master?" said Viscera, with a look of dirty determination.

Astaroth pointed at the altar, ushering both to get on it. "First things first, look at each other..."

Both demonesses did so with a big smile on their faces. As their eyes locked, a bashful look came over them, their need for the other growing more and more.

"Do you, Viscera, take Desire as your wife, promising to love her and give yourself fully to her, to satisfy all her cravings, to stroke her passion until it boils over and consumes you both?" Astaroth asked the hellhound, who was by now so horny she was struggling to not bend over forwards like a bitch in heat.

"I do," she said with her tongue out, panting in dire need of her lover.

"And you, my queen, take Viscera as your beloved wife and bitch, promising to love her and give yourself fully to her, to sate her eternal hunger for your flesh, to intertwine together until your wantonness for the other threatens to devour you both?" he asked the succubus, who was twitching and dripping down her perfect and long alabaster legs.

"I do," she said, her eyes shining with her essence as a raging fire burned inside her.

"Then by my power I bind you together... You may consummate your union on this altar..." he said with a big grin.

With a giddy smile, Desire got comfortable on the long altar, which had been modified with a long soft cushion since offerings such as these were now more common. Viscera climbed on top of her wife with glee, both demonesses staring into each other's eyes with lustful longing.

The succubus wrapped her legs sensually around her partner as they pressed their burning hot and slick pussies together, soft tender wet sounds coming from them as they started rubbing on pure instinct.

Lustful whines and moans started filling the cathedral from their passion, all while Astaroth devoured them with his eyes, his gaze so fiery it threatened to reduce them to cinders.

He extended his arms and seemed to dissipate into a brilliant purple cloud, enveloping the two lovers on the altar like a translucent veil.

Both Viscera and Desire let out an orgasmic scream as spectral phallus-like tentacles emerged from inside the cloud, impaling their holes while wrapping around their bodies like creeping vines on a castle wall.

They bound them tightly together, almost as if wanting to crush their bodies into one, both their asses and pussies getting savagely railed by the magical phalluses, making their bellies bulge and rub against each other.

Despite the brutal ravaging they were experiencing, both lovers did not stop rubbing against each other or passionately kissing, their moans and whines intermixed with breathless declarations of love and pleading for their Master to go harder.

Astaroth had taken this form not just to fully embrace them while they consummated their marriage, but also to better touch their inner essence, the pattern that made them what they were. While his tendrils fucked them, leaving no inch of their insides untouched, he was tinkering with their wombs for what was to come.

As both beauties writhed in ecstasy, Astaroth softly touched that mystical pattern inside them again, and using his power, he brought both essences closer together until they were, for lack of a better term, gently touching.

The connection this created between the lovers made them lash out in a savage orgasm, their eyes rolling back completely, utterly overwhelmed by the sensation despite all their experience with the utterly relentless and unshackled passion that they had embraced as demonesses.

As they arched and convulsed in delight, the tentacle that was digging deeper and deeper into their rears did a brutal push, extending all the way through them, making their throats bulge as the spectre-like phallus emerged from their moaning and gurgling lips.

Both demonesses tried to lick the long, flexible cock coming out of their mouths, until they realised they each were experiencing the same thing. With a wicked look of lust, both lovers moved their lips closer, starting to suck and lick the phallus emerging from the other's mouth, continuing until both tentacles intertwined, and their lips were locked as their throats brutally bulged from the savage double fucking.

In the meantime, the gentle rubbing of their patterns mixed with some of Astaroth's own essence as a catalyst created two new, small, and tender spirits. They were fragile and in need of power and essence to grow and become something more than a mere wisp in the astral realm, so with great care, the demon lord placed them into each of the demonesses' wombs.

Satisfied with his delicate work, Astaroth now focused entirely on brutally ravaging both lovers, for their passion and need for the other would feed the seed in their wombs.

The tentacles hastened their rhythm just as the demonesses rubbed against each other harder, their needy whines echoing loudly across the building. A brutal pressure built inside them as Astaroth's phalluses readied themselves for them.

Unable to speak due to the savage throat fucking they were receiving, both beauties just convulsed and moaned when their Master's cocks exploded inside of them, flooding them, so savagely their bodies were in not time bloated like gorgeous little essence balloons, Astaroth's thick cum dripping and spraying from any small opening it could find.

It kept going and going, both lovers glowing with power as their eyes faded into an intertwined bliss state. Despite the overflowing amount of demonic cum going into them, the tentacles did not stop ravaging them, nor both women stopped rubbing against each other.

Slowly, the ephemeral cloud floating around them coalesced into something like a translucent purple bubble, which lifted them up and gently drifted upwards, settling against the ceiling of the cathedral.

The bubble quickly filled with even more and more of Astaroth's essence, drowning both demonesses in its embrace, all while the savage fucking didn't stop for even a second.

In a flash, a figure of violet smoke emerged from the cathedral's throne, Astaroth rematerializing there while his bubble of power continued the passionate ritual. Loud and desperate moans continued to emanate from the ceiling, Desire and Viscera caught in a mind-linked never ending orgasm as the flood of their Master's cum helped the wisps in their wombs to become growing fiends, the children they had desired.

Despite using his essence as a catalyst, Astaroth had left little of himself in both new creatures, preferring to use as much of Desire and Viscera's patterns as possible, for he wanted them to be theirs rather than his. This was their day, after all.

It was not a pregnancy in the usual sense, and both new creatures would probably be born in mere weeks, if at all, growing to full adulthood in months, inheriting knowledge from their parents as their forms settled.

Such was the nature of creating a new demon from scratch. Astaroth toyed with the idea of making more despite the cost in power, for it had been thoroughly enjoyable.

And he was planning to eventually sire a proper prince or princess with Desire...

But that was a matter for a different time.

He comfortably settled in his throne again, the bubble of power floating well above him still making wonderful squelching sounds while moans and whines of delight emanated from it like a symphony of lust. Both lovers should stay like that for a while to ensure the maximum chance of success, and he didn't feel either would complain.

Satisfied, he signalled to Velvet with a smile, it was time for the next petitioner. The gorgeous demoness trembled as her heavy bosom heaved. She was trying her best to control her own arousal due to the spectacle that Astaroth had just given them all.

Astaroth admired how delightfully diligent she was, so much so that he decided to hasten her reward, a thick phallic tentacle in the shape of a flexible stallion's cock emerged from the ground below her and impaled her ass with a loud wet sound, the stunning demoness going limp with a brain melting orgasm as it started to fuck her savagely.

Velvet held her clipboard tightly against her chest as she tried to remain focused for her Master, juices falling down her trembling legs as she stood on the tips of her heels. Her belly bulged while her Master's power lovingly rearranged her insides.

"Tha-thank you... Master..." she managed to say in between moans, her nipples so hard they seemed ready to pierce her dress.

Astaroth smiled at her, throwing her a loving kiss, right before turning to see who was next on his long line of petitioners for the day.

The doors gently flung open and a demoness came into the nave with regal steps, she was covered in short soft and silky fur of a particularly rich purple colour, though some areas of her body such as her belly, inner thighs, inner arms and cute rump the fur was white like fresh fallen snow.

It was his self-appointed high priestess, Dorothea.

She deftly walked on a pair of stiletto heels towards him, her dainty, animal-like feet lacking pads, so she preferred to wear shoes that enhanced her allure. The heels were black like her nun-like habit, though the one she sported now was much different than the one she wore when they first met, for this one was extremely provocative, only reaching her knees and splitting on the sides over both legs, exposing her thighs all the way to her hip bones, the silken cloth barely covering her crotch and making it abundantly clear that she wore no underwear.

The habit exposed her forearms completely, with only some thin stripes of cloth flowing down towards her arms and holding in place a pair of frilly sleeves that only brought attention to her delicate hands.

A big opening on her chest, just below her cute coif, exposed her cleavage, which dropped so much on her perky chest that it felt any slip would expose her nipples.

Two long floppy ears fell from the sides of her head where her human ones used to be, almost giving the appearance of long straight hair flowing down her shoulders.

She had truly come onto her own, Astarorth thought, full of lustful confidence and utterly at home in her stunning new rabbit-like body.

The priestess advanced to the altar, her eyes, whose irises had gone a pure and clear shade of purple thanks to the ungodly amount of his essence she had absorbed, locked with him in a look of utter adoration, all the faith and devotion she had wasted for decades on her silent god now focused with undying fervour on the one who had liberated her.

With a practiced movement, she dropped to her knees in front of the altar, her hands trembling on her chest as her eyes appeared ready to cry with joy.

"My sweet Dorothea, I had missed you out in the field..." Astaroth said with honesty, his words threatening to make the lustful rabbit demon melt from just his voice.

She licked her lips and swallowed sensually before speaking, "My beloved lord and Master, it is such an honour to see you again..."

In someone else, Astaroth might have felt the honorifics were too much, but to Dorothea, showing such devotion and respect filled her with joy and lust, and thus, Astaroth was happy to oblige.

"I bring you a gift..." she said, savouring the words.

The demon lord smirked and raised his eyebrow, "Pray tell, my sweet priestess, what could it be?"

She gave him a wicked smile before standing up and signalling to those by the door to bring something in.

Two large and bulky demons walked into the nave, one was bull-like, almost like a minotaur, with dark glossy fur, while the other had a lizard-like, perhaps almost draconic features, his scales a dark blue hue. Both their fur and scales shared a slight purple or violet tinge, typical of those touched by Astaroth's essence. A medallion with the new coat of arms of Dorothea's order hung from their necks, marking them as her acolytes, and neither wore more than a long black loincloth that was obviously there more for decoration than function.

They towered over a figure they were dragging forward in chains, a lithe woman of some age, her pale body starkly naked as her bare feet stepped over the threshold of the cathedral.

She followed her captors clumsily but obediently towards the altar, where she tiredly fell on her knees behind Dorothea, her gaze locked with the marble floor.

The two guard demons released the chains of the prisoner and took a step back, allowing Dorothea to move towards her and grab the prisoner by her shoulder-length greying hair, pulling her head up so Astaroth could see her face.

Despite her obvious age, she had delicate features and an attractive face, perhaps a half-elf, Astaroth thought, looking at her slightly pointed ears.

She was utterly broken, her body showing the ravages of countless nights of rough sleeping and even rougher handling, the light had faded from her eyes and had been replaced by the faint glow of Astaroth's essence.

Her body was filled to the brim with it, but an arcane sigil had been branded on her crotch mound with a red-hot iron, its arcane power stopping her body from achieving apotheosis and becoming a new demon.

"This... woman..." said Dorothea with spite in her words, "was the high priestess of my former order..."

Astaroth listened intently, looking at the roaring storm of emotions inside his follower's heart.

"In my youth, I heard her sermons, read her missives, and in my youthful stupidity, I believed her words, throwing myself to a life of miserable isolation and the denial of pleasure for both me and others." She slapped the captive with barely contained rage, the sharp sound of the hit echoing across the cathedral.

"We found her skulking around the countryside with her retinue, trying to evade our eyes and make a run north to the so-called safety of the capital..." Dorothea said, dragging the captive closer to Astaroth, "I suspected she was around, for she was meant to be here in the city by the time you liberated it, my lord. And thus I had my acolytes look for her..." she grinned with satisfaction, "as you can see, they succeeded..."

"We gave your blessing to all her followers, who now walk free and blissful under your shadow..." She looked down at the broken high priestess, "But her... her I couldn't help but to punish for misleading me for so many decades..."

The captive woman whimpered, her body so utterly engulfed in arousal despite the rough treatment that a small wet patch was forming on the marble under her crotch.

"I used some of the knowledge and power you blessed me with, my lord, to forbid her flesh and soul from embracing the joy that is serving you, but made sure to expose her to what she had been missing for so long...."

"Now, after weeks of punishment, she is broken, nothing more than a mewling pile of flesh begging to be released and allowed to become one of us..."

Dorothea let out a big sigh, releasing the head of the woman and letting her crumble onto the floor like a breathing rag doll. "Part of me wishes to keep her like this forever, a worthy penance for letting so many astray onto a life of grey dullness and self-hate... but I know not to make such decisions on my own, my lord, and thus I bring her as a gift, so you may decide her fate."

The rabbit demon made a bow at her Master, taking a step aside so the only thing between Astaroth and the prisoner was the cathedral's altar, still slick from Desire and Viscera's hasty wedding ceremony.

Astaroth rose from his seat, walking around the altar before standing in front of the broken woman.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to his eye level, leaving her dangling and whimpering in front of him, her toes floating above the marble.

What his high priestess had done worried him, such hate was unbecoming of his followers, but he recalled how furious he himself was at the sorceress that was defending the city and whom he took glee in utterly breaking before remaking her into an obedient paindoll. Sometimes fury and resentment made everyone go too far, even creatures such as himself.

He turned his head towards Belladonna, who placed her hands on her chest once more in adoration. "Do you profess hate or resentment for others like this, my sweet Dorothea?"

The rabbit demon lowered her head in shame, her body almost prostrating itself before him on pure instinct. "I do, my lord, I abhor those who deny you, their foolishness makes me furious..." she admitted as if confessing a sin.

Astaroth nodded at her with an understanding look that made the priestess smile, "your feelings are understandable... but you must temper them my dear, for our mission is one of liberation and love, so creatures like this can be what they truly wish, and join us in our revelry..."

Dorothea lowered her head again, slowly dropping to her knees. "Master... forgive me, in my anger, I forgot the love I felt when you finally broke through my shell and forced me to embrace my true self..."

The demon lord used his free hand to signal her to stand, which she did obediently. He then moved closer to her, the prisoner still dangling from his hand like a broken doll.

"I understand, my sweet Dorothea, not even I am immune to such feelings..." he said solemnly, "but if you wish to be my high priestess and my voice, you must remember, despite what they may think, we are here to give, not to take..."

Tears of relief and joy trailed down the sides of her tiny, cute snout, her eyes so focused on him that it was as if they were trying to literally drink his majesty.

"This poor soul should do penitence... I agree to that, but this punishment should finish now..." he said, holding the prisoner in front of Dorothea in such a way that the branded arcane sigil on her mound was at lip level with the high priestess.

Understanding what she needed to do, the rabbit demon opened her mouth and let her cute tongue drop out of it. With a single finger, she cast a spell on her lolling tongue, making it dimly glow with magic and fiendish power.

Dorothea then sensually dragged her tongue over the brand on the prisoner, clearing it as if it was never there, and allowing the broken woman to have a savage orgasm like she had never experienced in her long life.

Astaroth peered through her flesh and onto her very soul, tasting her being as she convulsed in the long orgasm while the essence that was inside her was finally allowed to take root in her mind and body. He saw a woman of powerful dedication and, amusingly, unwavering sacrifice, for she had truly believed that through such joyless misery she was helping those who embraced her teachings to attain a higher level of self.

With a smile, Astaroth raised his free hand, and a lone metal candleholder flew to it from the sides of the room, quickly melting into a slurry of steel before reforming itself as a branding iron that the demon lord held tightly in his hand.

"Dorothea..." he said, pointing the iron at his follower, "stand and disrobe..."

The rabbit demon didn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second, her skimpy habit hitting the floor as she stood up, her hands deftly pulling it down with a practiced motion.

She looked divine under the light of the cathedral's stained-glass windows, making Astaroth crave her and her unwavering worship.

He moved the brand on the iron to her nethers, soaking it on her already slick lower lips before quickly dragging it along them, with a move reminiscent of someone lighting a match.

The similarity was not incidental, for he had used Dorothea's overwhelming and fiery need as catalyst for a spell, and as the rabbit like demon moaned and struggled to stay on her feet while her body got lashed with orgasms, the branding iron was now so hot the surrounding air flared up with heat and steam.

"This is a brand more appropriate for this one... a brand of dedication... of sacrifice..." he said, putting the iron in Dorothea's hands, who took it while still trembling.

"Brand her again, my sweet priestess, but brand her with purpose..." he said to an utterly awestruck Dorothea.

His high priestess nodded at him with yet more tears streaming down her eyes, and carefully aimed the branding iron towards the prisoner's mound, trying to be as steady as possible.

"You are a miserable wretched thing... but my Master cares for all and so do I... with this iron I brand you once more, this time with purpose, with love..." she said as she pressed the hot iron against the prisoner's pubis with a sizzling sound.

The scream that came from the prisoner was not one of pain, but of utter debauched delight, her body shivering as the orgasms she had been denied for weeks hit her all at once, all while veins of purple power coursed through her body, ripping it apart and changing it for the better.

Her pale skin seemed to regain its youthful shine, all while becoming a colour reminiscent of dark chocolate. The flesh and bone of her feet seemed to bend and crack in between her moans, slowly turning into what appeared to be delicate and lustrous sheep-like hooves.

A long, desperate moan escaped from her lips as her frame seemed to warp slightly, making her waist, hips, and chest more pronounced while maintaining her otherwise lithe frame, almost filling it in to increase its allure.

Meanwhile, her eyes shifted onto a shape reminiscent of that of a goat or a sheep, the long black slot that was her pupil surrounded by the clear blue of her original eyes. Her ears morphed into long, fluffy white shapes that seemed to raise and twitch as they moved around her skull, getting used to their new nature.

The withered features of her face melted away, leaving her with a warm and wise look, currently broken by the fact that she was mindlessly drooling as she enjoyed what she had been denied for so long.

Her old body hair fully fell off her body, except for a cute bushy tuff of white fur right under her brand and over her slick pussy lips, with the greying bob on her head becoming a bushy and curly short mane of snow-white fluff.

Finally, a fluffy lamb tail sprouted from her back, its snowy white fur almost shining in the cathedral's light.

With a final needy orgasm that left her trembling and dripping down her legs, Astaroth gently lowered her towards the marble floor, where she tried to clumsily plant her new hooves, which made her stand as if in heels as high as Dorothea's.

She held her arms around her new body, still trembling in delight, before raising her cute face and looking at them with her oddly deep eyes.

"Th-thank you..." she whispered, her hands moving up and down her chocolate skin while basking in all the amazing sensations that were filling her, "I have never felt this good..."

Astaroth smiled, grabbing her gently by the chin and moving her head to face his gaze.

The new demoness almost melted from the sight of her Master's eyes, a soft glint of purple still sparkling behind the dark of her pupils.

"I have a duty for you, my dear..." the demon lord said with a smile.

She grabbed his hand so tight it seemed like a typhoon was about to blow her away, "Anything you wish, Master... anything." Her words carried the weight of a vow backed by the planes themselves.

"You dedicated your former life to misguided sacrifice, so for your new one, you shall do the opposite..." he said with a sensual tone, "your flesh, your body, your mind, your soul... none of them are truly yours, for you belong to everyone, my dear..."

She almost seemed to drink his words.

"The brand you carry on your nethers in the brand of sacrifice, and it means you shall forever heed the needs of anyone that requires succour from you and your body, understand?" Astaroth said as the new demoness almost climaxed from just his voice, "Such is the power of your brand that you cannot even enjoy your flesh by your lonesome... only by giving others pleasure, or allowing them to please themselves with you, you shall experience such release..."

She nodded back at him, tender tears dripping on Astaroth's hand. "I understand, my lord, I shall give myself to all without question, this is not a burden, but a gift..."

Astaroth cleaned her tears with a smile of satisfaction before speaking again, "Wonderful, my dear..." he said, giving her a passionate kiss that made her shiver as her mind experienced not the pleasure of kissing her Master, but the pleasure her Master was feeling by kissing her..."

"And with your new mission, I give you a new name... Grace... for I feel it fits you well..." he said, sensually releasing her face from his grip. He could feel the new demoness filled with pride and drive, brimming with power and purpose.

The demon lord took a small step back, his gaze fixed on Grace, who seemed lost in thought for a second as she processed and delighted in all that had happened.

After a moment, she raised her hands with practiced movements, before addressing the whole cathedral and all the supplicants who had come here to observe Astaroth or just honour him with their passion.

"Hear me, oh wonderful people of this place... I am Grace, reborn by the hand of our Master Lord Astaroth, and I have a mission to fulfil..." she paused for a second to allow others to look upon her, "I exist to serve you all, to please you, my joy, my need, and my desire is yours... if you need me, nay, if you want me... come claim me, for I am property of all, and you may use me with glee and without worry!"

A small chorus of excited shouts and claps surrounded her before the two acolytes who had brought her here advanced towards the altar. They had both discarded their loincloths, and their enormous, needy erections were ready for the new demoness.

No words were needed, for Grace understood immediately what was expected of her, and with a smile of absolute glee, she started stroking both phalluses with gusto, rubbing them against her chest before giving their tips long suckling kisses and deep, filthy slurps.

She shivered in unison with her lovers, the delightful sensations they were experiencing going straight to her mind and setting fire to her loins.

Demons of every type and gender moved closer to Grace, ready to make use of what now they knew was theirs.

With a smile on his face, Astaroth went back to his throne and looked at Dorothea directly in her eyes, the demoness almost vibrating in anticipation.

He signalled for her to come to him, which she did as quickly as her heels allowed her.

"My sweet Dorothea, you have been in so much pain you almost lost your way... and shamefully, so did I..." he said, caressing her gorgeous face, "so let's make up for it today..."

The rabbit demon was so excited that it felt she was about to take off.

"I know you are dying to serve me, my dear, so do it... without any reservations..." he said, pushing his thumb into her mouth, the demoness suckling it instinctively as if was a delicious cock, "and do not stop till I order you to..."

Dorothea looked ready to cry tears of joy again, but she didn't, serving is what gave her purpose, and serving her Master sexually was heaven as far as he was concerned, so she threw her body forwards, pressing against her Master's already risen and monstrous manhood and squeezing it between her soft and generous breasts.

"I will serve you until I break, my lord..." she said, her eyes fixated on him as she served him with her breasts, "and when I do, keep using my broken body until I blissfully fade into oblivion..."

Astaroth moaned and petted her head, "If I ever do that, I shall bring you back, more beautiful and needy than ever, my sweet little bunny..."

She was unable to hold her tears again, and thus she cried with joy while servicing him with her breasts, her tears softly falling on his tip as her mind got lost in her devotion.

Content to let her serve him like this, Astaroth focused his attention once more in Grace, keen to enjoy the show his new follower was about to put for everyone here, thought not before snapping his fingers and making another tentacle like phallus emerge from the ground below Velvet, roughly taking her pussy and continuing the savage fuck his maid was getting as a reward, her ass already leaking streams of cum from the many times the first tentacle had filled her, and leaving her a delightfully impaled pile of beautiful dark flesh trembling with orgasms.

Grace was lost in the joy of serving her community, giving both enormous acolytes long breathless kisses on their cocks and suckling them with an abandon, feeling every shiver and jolt of pleasure they were experiencing in her body and mind.

An incubus that had come today to honour Astaroth came from behind the gorgeous sacrificial lamb, giving her a firm squeeze on her breasts and biting the tip of her cute twitching ear.

The demoness whined for him and diligently raised her tail and rear, making it easy for her new lover to slid his cock between her warm thighs, rubbing his ribbed length against her pussy lips.

"Yes... more! Don't be shy! I only exist to please you all!" Grace said in between long deep suckles of the two enormous cocks in her hands.

A little female looking imp with crimson skin and a lithe body approached her with a mischievous smile, her short body barely reaching Grace's hip. It was Sheath, the imp Astaroth had created from a misguided noblewoman months before they took the city.

Any leftovers from her previous life or unbearable personality were long gone, the miniscule woman now an exuberant happy and mischievous little thing, always happy to add fuel to any passionate fire and delighted when other demons deemed to use her as a living sex toy.

The newcomer started giving Grace kisses and sensual bites on her skin, all while her tiny hand playfully parted the lamb-demon's firm ass cheeks, guiding the incubus' cock into Grace's tight and ready little hole.

A loud filthy moan escaped her lips, almost like a bleat, all while she rubbed the tips of the two massive demons against her cheeks and breasts, her face moving through expressions of delight as she got flooded with new sensations.

"Gods... I can feel it! I can feel how wonderful the tightness of my body feels around your cock..." she said as she stocked both massive dicks with crazed gusto, "it's so deep... so powerful... I feel I could transcend from this..."

Astaroth grabbed Dorothea's head and shoved her down on his cock, making the demoness choke on his inhuman phallus while he enjoyed both her services and Grace's words.

"Reach for enlightenment, then, sweet little lamb," Astaroth said to his new demon, "find the truth of the universe through your new body... and guide others who wish to follow you..."

A look of exaltation took over the new demoness, who stroked the cocks in her hands even harder as she clenched her thighs and pressed her rear against the incubous. "Yes! Of course!" she said between moans, "thank you for this gift, my lord! I shall travel the lands and give myself to all... I will help them see this truth, this majesty! They will all learn of true bliss and come kiss your hooves as thanks for their liberation!"

The demon lord smiled, this little lamb had found her calling again. Except this time, it would be a lot more pleasurable for all involved. He would need to make sure she is safe in her travels... but that was a problem for later.

He lifted Dorothea's head by pulling from her long gorgeous ears, the wonderful demoness had been held for so long with his huge cock down her throat that she had almost passed out, and now she was drooling and panting over his tip with a dumb smile of satisfaction. Her gaze was telling him all he needed to know, "do it again and don't stop, please..."

With a smirk, Astaroth shoved his cock down her throat again, the beautiful demoness orgasming just from her love of being used by him, her little cotton tail twitching as she chocked and groaned.

Meanwhile, Grace licked and suckled the tips of both the massive cocks in her hands, begging them with her eyes to give her as much as they could, for she wanted to feast on their seed.

Astaroth weaved a little of his essence around the room, linking everyone's rhythm to his own, and after thoroughly enjoying using Dorothea's throat like a pussy for long enough that she was basically unconscious from the lack of air and just drooling on his testes, he orgasmed with a pleasant whine, the rest of the cathedral following his cue.

A torrent of his seed flooded Dorothea's belly, making her orgasm despite her unconsciousness. At the same time, Grace finally got her first treat of the day, the two massive demons she had been servicing finally releasing lashes and lashes of thick cum that she devoured and lapped as if her life depended on it, all while her incubous lover squeezed her breasts so much she whimpered in pain and joy, the fiery demon inside her emptying his load in her freshly remade little ass.

Sheath had shoved her face between Grace's thighs, sensually licking both her pussy and the incubous' testes, a debauched smile on her cheeks.

After a moment of blissful quiet, Astaroth lifted Dorothea again from her ears, loving how much she enjoyed the masochistic pleasure of having them pulled, and gave her a little slap to make her come to as she drooled like an animal over his crotch.

"Th-thank y-you... Master..." she managed to say with her eyes still faded from the brutal face fucking.

"Stay with me, you gorgeous little thing, I'm going to fuck you until your skull is just sloshing with my seed and I want you conscious for it..." he said, teasing her and encouraging her to push her limits, knowing full well what she desired more than herself.

Dorothea nodded and smiled at her Master, clumsily nuzzling the tip of his cock, "I will n-not falter... my lord..." she said stuttering while gently squeezing her perky breasts, "keep savaging my body with your love, I will remain conscious for you until you are done..."

"Good girl," he said as he lifted her from the ears and turned her around, her back towards him. He aimed his already hard as a stake cock towards her ass, and Dorothea, diligent as ever, sensually spread her cheeks for him.

He slammed her down on his cock, impaling her all the way until he bottomed out, the rabbit demon's face a stupid smile of satisfaction as she went limp on her Master's phallus.

"So... good..." she managed to say, caressing her bulging belly, "my ass was born to host your cock... please, use it..."

Astaroth smiled and kissed her head as he grabbed her face with one hand, shoving a thumb again into her mouth, which she suckled with imperious need. He still held her ears with his other hand, now pulling them down and towards him, almost like a leash. It forced the demoness to arch so much it seemed she was about to snap in half, and her mindless expression and loud groans made it clear how much she loved it.

Dorothea arched backwards as her belly massively bulged from the brutal thrusts, Astaroth lovingly moving one of his big hands from her face to her white tummy, and giving it a nice squeeze so she could feel it even more.

Meanwhile, the two huge demons that Grace had been servicing had grabbed Sheath and impaled her each on one hole while standing, their dicks almost as long and thick as her torso. Thankfully, the imp gal was basically a hollow tight space to be used like this, so despite her massive bulging and the rubbing of such monstrous phalluses inside her, the only thing the little demoness was experiencing was utter bliss, her mindless smile proof of it.

To their side, Grace had gathered a crowd of now more eager and less shy demons, who were licking, biting and rubbing against the beautiful lamb, making her moan like a delighted whore.

Eventually, the new demoness found herself riding her new incubous friend with her pussy, all while a fluffy satyr demon ravaged her ass and a lovely red haired succubus wrapped a leg around her head, pushing her against her pussy, which Grace was lavishing with attention as if french kissing a lover she hadn't seen in years.

Astaroth felt the power of their passion flowing through the room and towards him, pushing him to savage Dorothea's insides with deeper and more powerful thrusts, the resistance of her demonic body and her Master's power making her not just survive something that would have killed her as a mortal, but relish on it so much it felt as if her mind had transcended this realm.

Slowly, the whole cathedral heated up as more petitioners joined the orgy, while other demons from the vicinity came into the building to find out what was going on, before also joining themselves.

Grace seemed to be the focal point of the event, her radiant aura attracting more and more of Astaroth's followers, who were keen to enjoy her attentions. An absolute carousel of debauchery seemed to form around her, and before long she was either taking multiple cocks per hole, being fingered, or furiously rubbing herself against pussies, legs or any body part she could reach.

Load of after load was shot inside her or over her, all while she reverberated with the orgasms of all those using her, the brand of sacrifice on her flesh glowing and heating up as her power built up like a pressure valve.

Eventually, as her ass was being pounded by a snake looking demon with two cocks, and her pussy devoured by a particularly hungry female looking demoness, the glow of her aura raised so much it was almost blinding, trails of steam raising from her brand.

Her eyes retreated back into her skull as purple lines of power coursed her beautiful dark skin. Finally, and in unison with her lovers, she orgasmed again, throwing her head back with a scream of delight that echoed through the cathedral and beyond.

An ephemeral violet shockwave erupted from her body, making those it touched fall to their knees, experiencing an utterly amazing orgasm. It even affected Astaroth himself, who hadn't stopped ravaging his beloved priestess, making the demon lord release such an eruption of seed inside the rabbit demon that jets of it shot out of her mouth as she convulsed and bloated like a little fuck doll.

Delicious power permeated him and all those around. It was as if everything that Grace had accumulated had been returned tenfold to those in the vicinity.

Astaroth held Dorothea with delight, enjoying her non-stop convulsing as her mind shattered into a million pieces from the experience, her Master smiling in the knowledge that when it rearranged itself she would awaken even more powerful and devoted.

The trembling petitioners tried to wobble or crawl towards Grace, who was now on the floor on a pile of quivering bodies, her eyes transfixed in infinity as if she had just achieved nirvana.

To say she was exhausted was an understatement, she could barely move a finger, and her mind was conscious just by the thinnest of threads.

"P-please... do not... s-stop... using... me..." she managed to say, almost like a whisper, "even if... I p-pass... o-out..."

She didn't need to ask twice, for as soon as they had recovered, many of those in the cathedral quickly crawled towards her, dragging her away to be used as a doll while she faded into unconsciousness with a smile.

Astaroth was delighted, coming here today to attend to his followers had been even more productive than he imagined.

The tentacles he had summoned were still relentlessly fucking Velvet, who was drooling with a happy smile as she fondled her enormous and ultra sensitive breasts, both of her holes still impaled by the flexible equine looking phalluses. Knowing he wouldn't need her services for the rest of the day, Astaroth summoned even more of the flexible appendages, which wrapped around her body, squeezing her breasts and teasing her nipples just as she loved, all while fucking her throat without mercy.

Above him, the bubble of power he had created to make two new demons and give his pet and queen a little honeymoon continued to throb with energy, the moans of those within audible again after the cathedral had calmed down.

With a satisfied smile, he firmly squeezed Dorothea, who moaned like a whore as more of his seed spilled out of her. She laid her head on his chest and looked up at him, her eyes a well of devotion so deep it might as well be infinite.

"Summon the other priestesses, my dear... you shall all come worship me at the tower tonight..." he said with fire in his voice.

It felt as if Dorothea had melted on his lap due to his order, the fire in her heart raging stronger than ever. "It shall be done, Master, thank you for the honour..."

The demon lord smiled, it was for moments like this that made every effort he put onto this realm worth it.