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Hey everybody, Yuribears here. Sorry it's been so long since my last upload, but on the bright side this story is super long to make up for it! This takes place in the same universe as the Hellhound stories, so if you're a little confused as to the setting or characters, reading those should help. Anyway, that's enough preamble from me. Enjoy! -Yuribears

Diedrich walked into his bedroom, and was treated to the sight of one of the great demon lords of hell laying down on his bed, casually perusing one of his research books. He didn't shout, nor exclaim, nor call out to her. He didn't, in fact, say anything at all. Wordlessly, he closed the door behind him, alerting her to his presence. The demon promptly closed the book with a loud thump and put it on the side desk. She looked at him, a smile on her face and a pink glow in her eyes, and held her arms out before him. He stripped down to his underwear and walked to her, exhaustion making his steps slow and wooden, and met her embrace, wrapping his arms around her slender body. With slow movements he crawled into bed beside her and pulled her close, resting her head against his strong chest. She wrapped her arms around his wide, muscular shoulders, and together they twisted their tails together, intertwining the identical appendages, with the very tips of their spades pressed together as though kissing. It was a gesture of utmost intimacy among demons, one reserved for those truly in love, and so it was a rarity among demons indeed. Her wings fully extended, she wrapped them around her lover like a blanket, radiating a soft warmth that lulled the tired man into a deep slumber as she gently massaged his head with one tiny hand. As he slept, she thought about what had happened to make him so tired. They hadn't spoken a word, but through a combination of deductive reasoning and reading into his expressions, posture and movements, Rilen had correctly guessed the broad details, namely that he had gone to exhaustive lengths to make the hellhound Beatrix happy, likely because she had been doing something to bother him and he'd needed her out of the way for one reason or another.

Honestly, the nerve of that mutt! To exhaust him to such an extent, when he very clearly belongs with me. You'd think there would be a limit to how inconsiderate someone can be!

She wasn't really mad, even the twinge of annoyance soon faded away as she looked at the resting face of the person she loved most in the world. She had seen the look on his face when he saw her, and any and all complaints she might have had about going to such lengths for someone like her simply melted away. The fact that he had to do such things for the mutt showed that the relationship he shared with her was far stronger. Simply being together, taking comfort in each other's arms and allowing the stormy clouds of the days woes be pushed away by the other's light, was far more meaningful than any wild outing. Let her have her fun in the sun, Rilen thought, and a small smirk stretched across her face. She'll never have what we have. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, just light enough not to wake him up, and nuzzled her head in the nape of his neck, feeling the alluring pull of sleep tug at her heavy eyelids.

Although...

She had seen a golem - a cute one, fashioned after a massive centipede and sporting a tiny crown - scurry by earlier carrying, among other things, a bottle of tanning oil.

A massage, perhaps? He did look more tan than usual, so clearly he had gone somewhere tropical with the hellhound.

She licked her lips slightly as she drifted off.

Getting a thorough massage from this hunk of a demon in the sunny, tropical weather?

Now_that_, she was going to have to try!

********

Several hours later Rilen sat on the edge of the bed, and summoned for a golem with a twist of her fingers. Diedrich still slept, and she spent the few passing moments before the servant arrived by lightly caressing his hair and easing the covers over his body, now that he no longer had her wings to keep him warm. She could hear its arrival before she saw it: tiny clicking sounds as it's six legs clacked against the floor. Preceded by the noise, a golem carved to look like an ant the size of a large dog made of magically strengthened obsidian peeked its head into the room, looking around to make sure Beatrix wasn't the one sharing it's master's bedroom. When it saw who was sharing it, it wriggled it's large abdomen in joy and scuttled towards her. It stopped in front of her and looked up at the demon's face, which was lit up by a warm smile and glowing blue eyes - the colour that signified happiness. It rested its heavy black head on her lap, and was treated with Rilen rubbing her delicate hands on it's smooth, almost glass-like surface.

"It's good to see you too, Rufus," she whispered to the hulking artificial insect. "Beatrix hasn't been treating you too badly, has she?" The hellhound hated insects of all kinds, including the artificial ones, and had a tendency to attack them on sight if she so much as glimpsed one.

What a brute. She simply can't understand how cute and elegant these delightful golems are! She stroked its head as she smiled down at it's charming feelers and handsome mandibles.

"Be a dear and fetch mother and father some coffee, please. One with cream and sugar, one black. And some tea biscuits, perhaps. I'll be on the balcony."

It clacked it's mandibles together, which was the closest it could get to saying "Of course, anything you say. I love you" and ran out of the room. Her legs free once more she stood up and stretched, then grabbed the book she had been reading earlier and went out on to the balcony. It was early afternoon, the sun partially hidden behind fluffy clouds. She sat in a large, plush cushion she could only conclude belonged to Beatrix. Well, if she could share her true love, the hound could at least lend her a place to sit. Sitting cross legged, she opened the book and held out her right arm.

"Rich," she called out. Upon her wrist, the large spider shaped bracelet came to life, crawling up her arm and through her hair to its favourite spot: atop her head, just between her horns. Diedrich had given him to her on her birthday, and she hadn't parted with it for even a single day since. It was the size of the palm of her hand, and fashioned out of marble: white with black veins streaking across it's surface. On it's back was the red hourglass of a black widow, her favourite animal, made entirely out of ruby. Its head was large, with tiny mandibles and eight large, round eyes; four of them pure black, the others pure white. It was the cutest thing she had ever seen. When she was in public, it wrapped it's eight arms around her wrist and settled down, imitating a large, macabre piece of jewelry that no one would bat their eyes at a demon wearing.

She flipped through the pages of Diedrich's book, reading passages aloud and showing Rich the sketches, which he seemed to find very amusing. It detailed Diedrich's research into golemcraft, showing new ways he was experimenting with to apply magic to inanimate objects, and potential carving techniques. After a few minutes Rufus arrived, carrying a tray with two steaming mugs of coffee and a plate of tea biscuits. He set them down and began to walk away, looking back at her and Rich, and she could almost see the envy on it's emotionless face.

"Would you like to join us?"

She spent the next hour with a spider golem on her head and an ant golem resting on her lap, reading out loud and showing them the sketches Diedrich had for new golem designs, taking a break only to drink some coffee and dip a biscuit in the warm bittersweet liquid to munch on.

"Take a look at this, Rich! A golem that can eat food and actually taste it! If he completes this, someday soon you and Rufus will be able to eat these biscuits too. Won't that be fun?"

"I wouldn't hold my breath. That particular experiment has been stumping me for a while," said the source of the shadow that suddenly covered her book.

She'd been so absorbed in her reading she hadn't noticed Diedrich walk up behind her and grab his mug of coffee. She shot an annoyed glance at Rufus, who as a golem should have noticed it's master's presence (it had the decency to lower it's head in shame) and then looked up at him, Rich still clinging to her head. His blond hair was a dishevelled mess, wasn't wearing a shirt and his eyes looked like they'd rather stay closed for much longer. He took a long swig from his coffee, nodded in satisfaction, and smiled at her.

"Mornin'."

She'd never seen someone so perfect.

Reaching her head up towards him, they shared a coffee flavoured kiss, to which Rich turned away in embarrassment. Nobody liked seeing their parents kiss. After they broke off the kiss, a trail of saliva briefly trailing between their lips, Rilen echoed his greeting. Diedrich looked over at the tiny spider resting on top of Rilen's head, who only looked back once it was sure they were no longer doing anything lewd, and they nodded at each other as a sign of mutual respect.

"So you named the little guy Rich?"

Rilen's face stiffened for a moment, before resuming their usual aloof nature. She put down her coffee, gestured for Rufus to get off of her and stood facing him with hands on her hips and a slight pout distorting her lips.

"I'll have you know that his name has absolutely nothing to do with yours in any way. It is definitely, absolutely, positively not a cute nickname based on your name so that my day would become better just by saying his name. I'm the Grand Duchess of daemonkind, and thus am understandably quite busy. For you to think I would have taken many hours out of my day trying to come up with the perfect name for this gift of mine is, frankly, ridiculous."

"Ok."

Rilen deflated a little from his nonchalant answer, but recovered quickly.

I think he bought it!

She had Rich move down to her shoulder, and had Rufus bring back their empty mugs and tray with a fond pat on the head. She grabbed the incubus' hand and pulled him back into his bedroom.

"Come, husband, we have important things to discuss."

He didn't bother to correct her. They weren't married, and it was rather unlikely they would ever find a priest willing to sanctify a marriage between two demons. But he knew that to her, the difference was marginal at best. Besides, it wasn't as though he disliked it.

She brought him to the middle of his room and looked up at him, her arms crossed casually.

"I'm sure you're wondering what brings me here."

"You mean it wasn't just for the pleasure of my company?" he asked, smirking. Rilen licked her lips enticingly with her forked tongue, and placed a hand on his exposed abdomen, trailing her fingers across the rippling muscles.

"Believe me, my husband, if my only goal here was to enjoy your company, we'd be enjoying it a lot more....thoroughly," she said as she looked in his eyes, showing him the swirling pink and gold of her eyes: a clear sign of her arousal. Yet, with reluctance, she pulled her hand back and took a step away. She needed to stay focused. There would be plenty of time for such carnal distractions later. "Your company is what I need, but for perhaps a different reason than you're thinking. Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"Not really. Just kicking back and relaxing for a change."

"Wrong! You are going to have the pleasure to be my dashing companion at tonight's Centennial Blood Moon Ball. You're very welcome."

"The Centennial Blood Moon Ball, huh? Not sure I have anything fancy enough to wear to something like that," Diedrich said, scratching at his head. It wasn't as though he wasn't used to interacting with nobility - there were no end to the human higher ups trying to curry favour with him back in his military days - but there was a pretty substantial difference between how human beings of noble birth interacted with others, particularly those they deemed unworthy, and how demons of similar stature did.

Rilen just laughed and pointed one slim finger. Following that direction, he opened up his closet door to find his old formal military attire, hanging magically with not a single crease or speck to be found. He pulled out the garment he hadn't seen in years and raised an eyebrow at the demon leaning against his bedpost.

"I'm afraid it's going to be that kind of party, dear," she said with a sigh. "The demons who see you need to know just how spectacular you are. I doubt you'll have to actually use it for defense, not with me next to you, but better safe than sorry, right?"

He ran a hand down the exquisite fabric, nostalgia building up at the sight of his old uniform. The overcoat was rich crimson, and had exquisite golden trim in the shape of flames on it's shoulders, as well as lining the bottom that extended down to his knees, slit in the middle from the waist down for easy movement. It sported a V-neck, baring his body to the middle of his chest, where he wore thin golden armour, intricately decorated without sacrificing any functionality. The trousers were fashioned from dragon leather, soft and supple, and exceptionally flattering, yet unbelievably resilient. They were a dark black, as were his shoes, save for the golden lining. Around the waist was a belt of the same material, with a golden buckle carved in the shape of a gargoyle's head, the most universally recognized type of golem. The entire outfit cost more than a small castle's entire treasury, and that was before factoring in the extensive, unbelievably powerful enchantments that had been weaved across every inch of it.

"Rilen, if they see this, they'll do anything they can to get their hands on it. Can't I wear something a little less, I don't know, liable to start a war?"

"Probably," she conceded, then leaned in and kissed him, a much longer and noticeably wetter kiss than the one they shared earlier, before breaking it off with a suitably devilish smile. "But I only accept the best, and there's nothing else that make you look so damn handsome."

********

It wasn't until the sun set that the two of them arrived at the grandiose front entrance of the ballroom with the characteristic twisting of space associated with teleportation, the light of the Blood Moon that bathed them as deep a red as it's namesake. Diedrich wore his old uniform, the dashing outfit somehow making him look even more dignified and handsome to Rilen. The demon stood at his side, arm linked with his. She wore a luxurious form fitting dress of the richest navy blue, accented with ever changing patterns of gold and cut low enough to show off just enough cleavage. Each arm sported light gloves that extended halfway up her upper arm, every shade of blue and gold imaginable swirled across their surface. Rich wouldn't have been able to be a bracelet at this occasion, so she had left him at Diedrich's castle, making sure to hide him in an area that brutish hound would never find him. Replacing him as jewelry was the resplendent jewelry she wore on her large horns: each sharp tip was capped by an ornate artwork wrought of gold, with short beads of magic infused rubies lightly dangling from each helping to bring out the rosy lips. On her tail were close fitting bands of gold, fixed in place by minor spatial magic. It swayed contentedly behind her with every step she took.

Arm in arm, they walked up the black staircase, the enormous ballroom looming ahead of them like the shadow of some enormous beast. Diedrich glanced about as they walked, eyeing the pitch-black trees and warped flowers characteristic of the Demon Realm with disdain.

"You know, I really don't like coming here," he said, looking back at his lovely partner - an oasis of beauty in a land of wickedness. "Much too bleak and dreary for my taste."

"Don't be rude, dear," Rilen replied, looking over at him with a wry smile. "It's bad manners to insult someone's home. You don't see me coming to that tower of yours and insulting the atmosphere, do you?"

"Very true. Our mouths are usually doing something a little more....productive."

"Oh, behave, will you? Now's not the time for such distractions," she said, and though her tone tried to come off as strict, her tail lightly caressing his gave away her true feelings. She dropped the façade and leaned in close and gave his earlobe a quick love-bite. "Those will come later."

Standing before the grandiose entrance were two guards: lesser demons equipped with cutting edge armour and weaponry. A formality. Any noble could kill these two as easily as squashing a bug, and everyone knew it. Still, they had to maintain the illusion of security, and so, when the lesser beings asked to see her invitation with voices that shook nearly as much as their knees as they looked upon the second most dangerous demon in the world, she decided to be nice and simply show it to them. As they walked past them and through the large arch that passed for a doorway, Diedrich patted one on the shoulder.

"Keep up the good work, guys."

The ballroom itself was as large as a football field, with its black floors polished to a mirror-like shine and the vaulted ceiling painted with intricate murals of demons and humans engaging in all kinds of sex acts like some sort of twisted Sistine Chapel. At each corner of the room is an ornate fountain, it's flowing waterfalls light pink and faintly emanating the scent of ambrosia. Demonic couples danced away in the middle of the room to the music that seemed to be coming from nowhere. Over the dance floor, the painted ceiling gave way to a large window, letting the crimson light splash across the dancers as they twirled amongst themselves. Everywhere else were tables laden with food and drink, and lesser demons desperate to curry favour with the nobility were acting as servers. A small lesser demon stepped forward as they entered, and with a voice loud enough for the entire room to hear, announced their arrival. Before he could speak, Rilen broke away from Diedrich and quickly whispered into the announcer's ear. When the announcer did finally introduce them, Rilen rejoined her lover, sporting a small mischievous smile.

"Introducing Arch Duchess Rilen Markov, Right hand of the Demon Lord, and her Husband, Incubi Lord Diedrich Markov!" The announcement was immediately followed by the buzz of chatter, demons of all kinds excitedly whispering and chatting to each other at the juicy gossip they'd been freely given.

Diedrich cocked an eyebrow at his partner, who stuck her tongue out at him. As was customary, according to Rilen, a couple must share one dance beneath the blood moon before mingling. Diedrich extricated his arm from hers and instead proffered an upraised hand to her, his head bowed. "Would you care for a dance?" Her only answer was her smile, and she took his hand and allowed him to guide her to the dance floor. He placed a hand on her waist, and she his, and clasping their free hands together they performed a simple waltz with such grace it made those around them look as clumsy and oafish as an ogre. Diedrich could feel the eyes of the crowd on them, and leaned his head close to her, speaking softly so that none could eavesdrop.

"You don't think that was a little much?"

"Not at all! We want them to notice you after all, and you know I don't do half-measures."

"Still, introducing me as your husband? You know rumors of you being married are gonna spread like wildfire, and Bea will catch wind of it sooner or later. She's going to be furious."

"Oh my, I hadn't thought of that," Rilen replied, doing her best to look wide eyed and innocent. "You mean to say she'll finally get it into her head that you are mine forever, and will be forced to accept that I beat her to the punch at making it official? She'll be positively outraged. Why, I feel simply awful." Diedrich spun her, and by the time she faced him once more the innocence had been replaced by impish delight.

"You do know we aren't actually married, right? Won't that little tidbit of information ruin this little plan of yours?"

"Semantics. We are married in all but name, my beloved, and dense though she may be, Beatrix knows it."

"One of these days, I'll get you two to get along," Diedrich said with a sigh and a shake of his head."

"I look forward to it. Should happen roughly around the time hell freezes over, the sun rises in the west and these halfwits stop gossiping about every little thing they see. Quite the busy day that will be."

"With some luck, it'll be so busy for you and Bea that I'll finally be able to get some peace and quiet."

They ended their dance with such flourish that the more emotional among the crowd gave a standing ovation. The smattering of applause was just loud enough to drown out the quiet sound of the two demons giggling. When the clapping died down, Rilen returned to Diedrich's side, arm once more wrapped around his.

"Come, time to mingle with the halfwits. A little jealousy will do them good. Who knows, maybe seeing how exquisite a partner someone as devout as me has gotten will give them a little more drive."

******

"Rilen, it'ssss been sssso long! You look wonderful. Marriage agreessss with you."

"Visperia, good to see you again. Allow me to introduce my husband, Diedrich."

"A pleasure," Diedrich said, extending his hand and desperately trying not to stare at her face. She wasn't the first demon they had met tonight - they'd spent well over an hour making the rounds through the demonic nobility - but she was definitely among the weirder looking ones. She had the most beautiful body he'd ever seen, with full breasts, wide hips and long, sleek legs, which made it all the more unfortunate that her head was that of a massive cobra - white of scale and slim of ridge, with glowing pink eyes that blinked sideways. She took his hand in her slender one and checked his magical energy as they shook. Her reptilian eyes opened wide and she took a step closer to him, her hand still in hers. Her head but inches from Diedrich's, she flicked her forked tongue at the air around him, tasting the faint magical aura constantly permeating from him. Diedrich glanced at Rilen, the almost intimate proximity of this snake headed demon perturbing him slightly, but Rilen simply nodded. Whatever was happening now, it appeared to be in line with her plan.

Visperia took a step back and nodded, lost in thought for a moment, then looked back at Rilen with hands on her hips and a smile stretching across her face.

"Sssso that'ssss what you were doing all that time," she began. "Creating your very own Incubussss. Very impressssive. His magical energy is like a bottomlesssss ocean. How long did it take you?"

"A year and a day," Rilen replied proudly.

"A year and a day," Visperia echoed. "Well, the ressssultssss speak for themselves: he looks absolutely delicious. You wouldn't mind if I had a little taste, right?"

Rilen placed her hand on Diedrich' shoulder and not so subtly moved him back a few inches, putting herself in between her friend and her lover.

"Only if you don't mind having a few less organs," she said with a sweet smile. The two demonesses stared at each other, pleasant smiles belying the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Diedrich pulled Rilen aside by her shoulders with a sudden swift jerk, giving his best charming smile.

"Goodness, would you look at the time. We really have to be going. So many people to meet, so little time. You know how it is, right? Why, just look at everyone else, glaring daggers at you like that. Well, can't say I blame them. You have been hogging us, and they miss Rilen so. Such a pleasure to meet you. Have a wonderful evening."

Leaving Visperia dazed by the sudden onslaught of words and pleasant small talk, Diedrich pulled Rilen away and into the throngs of demons chatting and dancing away. Several approached them, hoping to fill the vacancy Visperia had left behind, but Diedrich politely shooed them away, until he and Rilen had reached a spot where they were relatively alone.

"Now, I'm not exactly an expert on demonic decorum, but I'm pretty sure ripping that girl's heart out less than an hour after we arrive would be considered bad taste."

Rilen gave him a small smile, though she couldn't hide the dull red of her eyes that showed she was still somewhat upset. "Not as much as you might think, actually. Sure it's considered bad taste, but it's not unheard of. Besides, how could I let that insult slide? You heard her. 'Can I taste him?' I don't know if I'm more offended her actions or her stupidity. At least the others had more guile with their come-ons."

"You sure she didn't mean literally taste me? I get the feeling she'd rather swallow me whole than swallow my-"

Her glare was withering.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself. Anyway, you wanted to show me off, right? To show to everyone that not only do you have a powerful partner, but one who is a devilishly handsome incubus at that?"

"And so humble as well."

"Naturally. I don't doubt that I'm the most humble person in the history of the universe."

She snickered. Some of the red in her eyes faded away.

"So doesn't this mean that everything is going according to plan? You've introduced me to one demon, that demon was interested in me. So far our track record is 100%! Surely you knew that some demons would behave this way."

"Of course I knew," she sighed. "That doesn't mean I have to like it. Who would?!"

"Look, I think the whole jealous girlfriend thing - "

"Wife," she interjected.

"It's very cute," he continued as though she hadn't said anything. "But right now is not a great time for it. So I have an idea. You probably have people you need to talk to, yea? Schemers to scheme with, plotters to plot with?

"Yea...," she said slowly, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Go do that. I'll go around, introduce myself to everyone else that needs introducing, impress the ones that need impressing. I can handle it myself."

"Are you sure? You might need my help to keep a clear head. Some of these demonesses specialize in seduction. In fact, pretty much all of them do. I'm not so sure about leaving you alone in a crowd of them."

Diedrich grabbed her shoulders gently but firmly and gave her a comforting smile.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." Her response was immediate, and it was genuine.

"I can handle it."

"...Oh, alright. I'll go meet up with some colleagues of mine. Talk about conquering the world of humanity, the future of demonkind, the usual."

"Promise not to kill anyone I talk to?"

"I promise I won't kill them tonight."

"Well, close enough. Besides, with all that not killing you'll be doing, we'll have to find another way to release that pent-up frustration!"

Rilen was practically skipping as she left, her mind filled with nothing but the prospects of what tonight would bring.

******

Over the next hour or so he met with nearly everyone in the party, even the lesser guards and the naked humans dancing here and there for the entertainment of their dark masters and mistresses. Unsurprisingly, he was one of the most popular guests, even more so now that he was no longer accompanied by Rilen. He made certain to mention her talents and power when appropriate, and was truthful whenever anyone asked of his past. There were countless subtle (and nearly as many not so subtle) attempts to seduce him from the women, and even some from the men. He turned every one of them down, making it clear he wasn't interested whilst remaining perfectly polite. Every once in a while he would glance to the side and see Rilen conversing with her cohorts, though every time in a different place that just so happened to give her a perfect view of him. He just chuckled and shook his head.

To his surprise, he found he enjoyed many of his conversations. Once they set aside all the sexual innuendos, he found their breadth of knowledge utterly fascinating. He discussed the intricacies of Hydrosphistry magic with a demon with three heads made of water in different states of being in the shape of a beautiful woman: one flowing water, one solid ice and one cool mist (though how this last head stayed on its neck was a mystery to Diedrich), each of which was an expert on a different aspect of the water magic; he spoke of the history of the demon realm with a demon that claimed to be 10,000 years old yet would look like a human young enough to attend a middle were it not for the Fennec Fox ears larger than the rest of her body.

It was after a long debate about the nature of Golemcraft with a demon that, for lack of better words, looked like an especially sexy Dwarf Star, that Diedrich was approached by the last two demons he would speak to at this party. They were very much opposites. One was monstrously tall, towering over Diedrich by several heads, and a suitably slender body with metallic silver skin with swirls of gold. She had four arms and two long, shapely legs that were completely bare; her pussy was only barely covered by a patch of silk that was nearly see through. Her partner barely came up to Diedrich's chest, and seemed to be made almost entirely out of purple jelly. She didn't have eyes, merely the indents where eyes should have been, her hair a mass of green jelly shaped like hair. Her form was constantly in flux, changing between slender and petite to shortstack to having curves so massive it boggled the mind and everything in between.

They were among the least odd demons he'd seen all night.

"Good night, ladies," he greeted. It felt weird to use the phrase as a greeting rather than as a farewell, but he'd gotten used to it as the night went on.

"That it is," the tall one replied, and as she spoke Diedrich could see she had two tongues of glistening platinum. "But it's about to be so much better."

"Oh, how's that?"

She smiled, showing her diamond teeth, and extended a hand toward him. "Phyrestia Vreatorra. Pleased to meet you."

"Diedrich Markov. The pleasure is all mine," he responded, shaking her hand. Her grip was firm, and her skin was surprisingly soft. He turned to the other hand outstretched. She took his hand in hers, and he felt a slight jolt course through his body. Probably just checking my magic, Diedrich figured.

"Charybdis," she responded, though she didn't so much speak as she did vibrate her body to simulate the sounds. He retracted his hand from her permeable one. He felt a little odd, almost as though he was intoxicated. He pushed past it.

"Have you been enjoying the ball?" Phyrestia rested one of her lower hands on the slime girl's shoulder as she spoke, lightly tracing her fingers across the liquid-like surface.

"Very much. So many interesting demons to talk to, the music is intriguing, the food delicious." As he spoke, he found his eyes wandering. He gazed at Charybdis' gooey form, at the ever changing yet always shapely breasts, and wondered what they would feel like wrapped around his manhood.

"I assure you, your presence is just as interesting for us. It's not often that - mmm," she moaned briefly as Charybdis snaked a hand between her legs. "That we see an Incubus made with such mmm finesse." Diedrich imagined what it would be like to have those two tongues licking his shaft simultaneously. In the back of his mind he was screaming at himself that something was wrong. He wasn't thinking normally, he was far more aroused than he should be. Phyrestia glanced at his crotch, which was starting to tent, and smirked.

"Oh good, it's finally working. Most men that come into contact with sweet little Charybdis are barely lucid mutts willing to do anything. You must be quite powerful indeed, Mr. Markov."

"What did you do to me?" Diedrich barely managed to spit out the words. The demonesses barely cared, deeply kissing as he spoke. He could see Phyrestia's twin tongues expertly working their magic on Charybdis' through her translucent body. His mouth incessantly salivating at the thought of eating out the humanoid mass of goo, at her talented mouth working his cock with her tongues.

"You were at our mercy the moment you touched me," Charybdis vibrated. "My body is made entirely of the most potent aphrodisiac known to demonkind."

"...Fuck."

"Precisely. Come with us now, little incubus. We're gonna fuck you so hard Rilen won't even be an afterthought."

Diedrich could barely think. Any thought that even approached rational was shrouded with the fog of unbearable arousal. He took one step toward them, then a second. With a nod, the two began to walk away, swaying their hips as they lead Diedrich back to their room, not seeing him trace his fingers through the air with what would be his last lucid thought. It wasn't until they heard his laughter booming from behind them that they realized something was wrong. Nervously glancing at each other, they turned to see Diedrich nearly doubled over, clutching his stomach as he cackled. After a minute or so he finally calmed down, wiping a single tear out of his eye.

"Sorry about that, it was just so funny. The idea that the two of you could even begin to compare to Rilen!"

"I-wha-how-," Phyrexia stammered.

"Just a little spell to rid me of any foreign substances in my system. Nasty little trick you tried there, drugging me like that."

"That's impossible! Nobody could cast a spell when they're that aroused. How could you possibly focus?"

"Easy. I just thought of Rilen."

"...."

"The others I could forgive, they just used words to try to tempt me. You, on the other hand, tried to force me away from my wife for good. You have five seconds to get the fuck out of my face. You don't want to know what'll happen if your still here when those are up. Now are you going to get out of my sight on your own, or am I going to have to move you by force?"

They left on their own.

Rilen stood a dozen or so meters, having overheard the entire conversation. She wrapped up her conversation with her fellow members of the Duchy with a small smile, her eyes bathing them in brilliant pink light.

Diedrich stood at one of the food tables, idly munching on appetizers. After all, the spell that clears away foreign substances also gets rid of any food in your stomach, and he was understandably starving. Placing some weird yet tasty black fruit in his mouth, he felt arms wrap around him from behind, breasts pressed against his back and chin resting against his shoulder.

"We need to get out of here right now," Rilen purred.

"Any particular reason why?"

"Because we're going to back to your room and fuck each other's brains out."

Diedrich teleported them out of the ballroom before she had even finished her sentence.

*****

They arrived in Diedrich's bedroom a split instant later, Rilen still hugging him from behind, her nimble fingers feeling the hard muscle underneath his uniform, the spade of her tail softly caressing his cock through his pants. Diedrich grabbed her lightly by the head and pushed it toward his, planting a kiss on her full lips. Rilen took a moment to enjoy it, then slowly disentangled herself from him, slowly walking around to his front. Grabbing him by the hand, she pulled him over to the bed, where she promptly pushed him down onto his back. With a snap of her fingers their clothes vanished, giving her an eyeful of his sexy muscular body. His thick cock, semi hard from the treatment it received from her tail, lay against his body, the tip resting against the middle of his abs. Biting her lip at the sight of his gargantuan member, she could feel the arousal burning deep within her like a raging fire. She got on the bed and clambered atop his body until her face was in line with his. She pressed her lips back against his, melting into it as she felt the passion and heat of her lover against her. He put one hand on her upper back, pressing her closer and squishing her tits against his chest. His other hand clasped her firm round ass, fondling a cheek and brushing a finger against her ever moistening slit. She moaned into the kiss, pressing her long slim forked tongue into his mouth and wrestling it against his large, thick one. Taking the lead, Diedrich took the battle to her domain, pushing his and her tongue back into her mouth. Rilen, never willing to simply accept defeat, pushed back into his mouth moments later.4

As their slick muscles darted between each other's mouths at a rapidly increasing pace, both reveling in the taste of the other's saliva, Rilen could feel Diedrich's cock getting harder and harder, longer and longer. Already it was pressing against Rilen's upper abdomen and radiating heat. With a love bite on Diedrich's lower lip she broke off the kiss. Rilen sat up on Diedrich's stomach, his cock poking against her lower back. He raised his head to get a better look at her but was gently pushed back down. With a flick of her wrist a black blindfold appeared, which she quickly wrapped around Diedrich.

"Uh, Rilen?"

"Hush hush, baby," she whispered to him, one slim finger pressed against his lips. "Just leave everything to me. You're going to love this!"

Lowering her head back down she left a trail of kisses from his masculine jaw all the way down his neck, leaving a trail of hickies and light lipstick marks in her wake. She gave his collarbone a light smooch, and worked her way down his muscular chest. He had some light body hair, a slightly darker blond than the hair on his head, which only made him more manly in Rilen's eyes. Reaching one of his nipples, Rilen had a brilliant idea. Using her natural shapeshifting abilities, she made her forked tongue secrete an aphrodisiac; not nearly so potent as the one Charybdis infected her beloved with, just strong enough to heighten his pleasure. She used both ends of her tongue to twirl around his nipple, caressing it from every angle. Diedrich sharply inhaled and grasped at the sheets below him, the words "holy shit" mumbled out once under his breath. Rilen smiled, gave the pink nub a kiss and moved on to the other nipple.

To Diedrich it felt like twin bolts of electricity was coursing through his entire body, and everywhere the bolts went was bliss. But Rilen didn't keep it up for long. Once she deemed both nipples thoroughly teased she moved on, trailing kisses down the ridges of his rock hard abs. She worked her way down to his crotch, pausing only to dip her tongue into his bellybutton as was tradition, making him shiver. Diedrich had no pubes, not since the first time Rilen deepthroated him. She'd complained that the little hairs tickled her nose, and the very next day they were gone. Just another of his small kindnesses.

Working her way to the underside of his cock, she took a moment to take in it's magnificence, pressing it against her face to feel the heat and power radiating from it. It was utterly massive; more than half again as long as her forearm, and so thick she couldn't wrap her fingers all the way around it (though her long tongue could manage to wrap around it if she tried). She could feel his pheromones working their way into her brain as she took a deep inhale of his manly scent she loved so.

She thought back to the two demon whores that had so callously tried to steal him. She remembered the one with the two tongues, the way his eyes had ever so slightly lit up when he saw those. Rilen smirked.

Those amateurs wouldn't know how to handle a stud like this. With a thought, Rilen's long forked tongue had a twin, every bit as skilled and long as it's sister. Those two will never even cross his mind again when I'm done with him.

She gave him no warning, no hint that her anatomy was different. She lowered again and gave his bulbous, manly balls a kiss, then engulfed one of them with lightning speed, her twin tongues lavishly lapping at them from every angle. Diedrich inhaled sharply and his cock twitched. Distantly she heard Diedrich call her name, but she paid it no mind. Her focus was entirely on the task before her. The four tips of her tongues traced their way across every groove, savouring the slightly salty flavour of his testicles while her mouth sucked like a vacuum. When she finally relinquished her pleasurable assault, it came out with a wet plop, and it was only to renew the attack with vigor on the other. As she worked her magic on his balls, she gently stroked his cock, giving the now loudly moaning incubus some small amount of relief from the sudden torrent of pleasure. Only after she was certain she'd licked every possible millimeter did she move on, though not without allowing herself a small smile at the saliva dripping off them and the clear lipstick marks at their base.

Moving up, she replaced her hand with her tongues, wrapping both around either side of the thick shaft and intertwining the forked ends on the other side. She slowly worked her way up the shaft, jerking him off with her two tongues as she went. When she moved one up, the other went down, and vice versa until everywhere her tongue had passed was coated in a thick layer of sweet saliva. As she moved her way up with skill unrivalled, she stroked the base of his cock with one hand, then another further up when she got more than halfway up.

Diedrich's mind was endless fireworks as he experienced a tongue bath unlike anything he had ever dreamed of. It was only thanks to his talent as an Incubus and his unparalleled stamina that he hadn't cum yet, but he knew that moment would arrive sooner rather than later.

When Rilen reached the tip, she didn't give it the same treatment she had given the rest, instead giving it merely a light peck before backing off. The demoness was by no means flat, but her breasts were definitely on the smaller side when compared to the majority of the demons, including one that lived in this very house! Normally she had no problem with this and neither did Diedrich, but she'd seen him looking at that ridiculous slime girl's bust, knew that he'd imagined what it would feel like to fuck her jiggling breasts. She tapped her breasts and they rapidly expanded outward, going from a handful to the size of a head, then doubled and doubled again until they were a rack even Bea would feel envy of. In truth, they were only slightly bigger than the hellhound's, but on Rilen's slight frame they appeared outrageously huge. Their size wasn't the only thing that had increased; their softness and malleability had gone up by orders of magnitude until they easily rivalled that of Charybis' semi-solid breasts, but with none of the mess and all of the beauty of Rilen's normal ones.

Lifting the hefty weight of each she wrapped them around his cock, and for once they were big enough that only a few inches poked out the top. Locking her lips around the exposed portion, she let her tongues work their wonders on it while using her hands to squeeze her squishy tits on his cock and stroke his manhood with them.

The feeling of Rilen's soft tits engulfing and squeezing down on his cock was beyond bliss, and nearly made even him go over the edge immediately. It was by no means his first titfuck - he couldn't count the number of times he'd done it with Beatrix - but this was felt completely different. Whereas Beatrix's tits had a measure of firmness mixed in with their suppleness, Rilen's breasts were exclusively supple, constantly jiggling and squishing with every tiny movement. Diedrich started thrusting unconsciously, needing to feel them more, and Rilen was more than happy to oblige him. She bounced in counter timing to his thrusts, simultaneously allowing him to feel as much of her tits as possible and letting her get more of him in her mouth at once. All the while working her magic with her tongues on as much of his cock as she could get in her mouth, tongues ever writhing and caressing with infinite adoration.

Diedrich's cock spasmed once, and Rilen quickly disengaged, wanting to cover herself with his hot, sticky cum. She lifted her malleable tits and opened her mouth wide, her two tongues on full display as the torrents of cum came upon her like a flood. Her face and hair were completely plastered, with enough landing in her mouth to coat her tongues. Beads of cum fell off her face in thick, heavy drops to join the pool of cum that drenched her massive tits. Diedrich sat up and was treated to an eyeful of the cum drenched vixen and her now gargantuan boobs. The sight was enough to get him instantly hard once more.

It was one thing to feel them, but the sight of the massive rack on her slender frame was truly a wonder to behold. Their soft, squishy appearance contrasted so wonderfully with the rest of her body, so tight and toned, and big as they were, they rested against her taut stomach. Rilen put on a show for him as he ogled, bringing her tits up to her mouth and eagerly lapping up the cum until her mouth was practically bulging with his seed, where she made sure to show her playing with the thick load with her tongues before swallowing it all with an audible gulp. She sighed with dreamy satisfaction.

"Yummy," she muttered quietly.

Diedrich grabbed her by her hips and pulled her onto his lap, his stiff cock hotdogged between her toned cheeks. After a quick bout of playfully grinding against the rod she raised herself up until his cock was lined up with the entrance to her snatch. Already slick from her intense arousal, she slowly lowered herself, practically purring as she felt his girth stretch out her tight pussy. She ground her hips back and forth as she worked her way down inch by pleasurable inch. Diedrich's fingers dug into her ass cheeks as she reached the base, a low moan escaping his lips as her heavenly pussy, so tight warm and wet, engulfed the entirety of his shaft. No matter how many times they did this, it never ceased to be as amazing as the first time. Her hands wrapped around his neck, she bounced on his shaft, starting off slow but moving faster until the sound of her ass slapping against his lap was like gunfire.

Diedrich let her take charge for now, enjoying her skillful movements as her pussy did it's best to wring the cum from his dick. He knew that he'd be taking charge later, and instead focused on the huge tits bouncing and jiggling before his face. This was a rare opportunity, and he'd be damned if he was going to pass it up. He moved his hands from her hips and up to her tits, firmly kneading them. They were like no boobs he'd ever touched, contorting and moving wildly with every move he made. With one hand he played with her nipple, now much larger and, apparently, more sensitive than before, as with every deft flick and squeeze Rilen let out a small moan and her pussy clamped down ever so slightly tighter. With a smile Rilen grabbed the back of Diedrich's head and guided it in between her tits, where the large globes engulfed him and constantly squished against and slapped his face. With pure delight he shook his head back and forth, loving the feel of them jiggling and bouncing as they all but slapped him across either side of his face over and over. Diedrich put his hands back on Rilen's hips and started fucking her back, pulling her down as he thrust up into her with speed as he caught a rosy nipple in his mouth and teased it to no end, nibbling and caressing it with his tongue to a chorus of Rilen's ecstatic moans.

The demonesses eyes were an aurora of colours shining as bright as a star, the colours splashing against the ceiling as she threw her head back with her mouth hung open, the twin tongues lolling out and bouncing in time with Diedrich's intense thrusts that felt as though he planned to smash through her cervix. He bit down hard on her nipple and a wave of ecstasy rocked her body as she came hard, her pussy clamping down and spasming on his dick, covering his hips, cock and balls with her love juices, yet if anything it only made him fuck her harder. He switched over to her other nipple and continued his suckling with a vengeance. Rilen's hands were grasping at Diedrich's muscular back, nails carving thin lines through his skin as she struggled to cope with the pleasure. And then suddenly, it came to a climax, with Diedrich pulling her down balls deep as he came, flooding her pussy with cum.

It was a long moment before Rilen pulled off him, taking a moment to rest her body against his and enjoy the afterglow as the two huffed and puffed. When she did stand up off him, cum dripped out of her pussy and onto the floor. She was tempted to scoop some from her slit with her finger and taste his cum mixed with her juices but decided against it. She preferred to feel as much of his essence inside her as she could. The magic began to wear off, and Rilen's breasts began to slowly shrink back to their original size. Diedrich got up from the bed as well, moving forward to embrace his lover, but Rilen halted him. Instead she crawled back onto the bed, rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide, lifting them up to give him a perfect view of her creampied pussy. With one finger she beckoned him closer.

"We're not done yet, dear. Now get over here and fill your wife to the brim."

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

Diedrich was at the bed in an instant, his hands grabbing Rilen's slender legs, her ankles resting on either of his shoulders. He rubbed his cock against her slit, loving the way she shivered when it brushed against her exposed clit. She bit her lip when he finally pushed in, lubricated from his own cum and her pussy which was still leaking like a facet. It wasn't slow, but it wasn't the fast ramming he had treated her to earlier. It was more sensual, both completely in tune with the other's body. The warm, tight clutches of her pussy, the thick intense power of his cock stretching out her walls. With every thrust he went balls deep into her, the head of his cock kissing her cervix. His hands were caressing her shapely thighs, her tail wrapped around his waist to pull him even closer to her. The slick sound of him pumping into her echoed through the room, punctuated with moans and groans from both parties. After several minutes of this they both came simultaneously, filling her with cum once more, yet they didn't even pause.

Instead, as the minutes passed the lovemaking got heavier and heavier, hotter and hotter. Her legs slid from his shoulders as he pressed in closer to her, instead wrapping around his legs as he crouched above her, thrusting his entire length into her clutching pussy with every thrust of his hips. He moved his hands to either side of her head. His chest pressed against hers, which while much smaller than before and shrinking more so by the second, were still easily twice as big as normal and squished against his buff pecs. A fourth sound joined the chorus, that of his heavy balls slapping against her ass with increasing speed and power. Her hands found their place on his back once more, though now she used this as leverage to slam her hips up in time with his fierce thrusts, their combined efforts seeming to allow him to pleasure parts of her she didn't even know she had. Her lips found his, and a fifth sound was borne as they sloppily swapped saliva; her tongues double teaming his in a French kiss unlike any other. Yet another orgasm sent Rilen spasming as she squirted, spraying juice all over his abs and splashing across the room, but Diedrich kept on, wanting the pleasure to last as long as possible for both of them.

Rilen broke off the kiss and intertwined her hands with his to either side of her head, smiling widely and looking deep into the ice blue eyes of the man she loved.

"Fill me up, baby. I want you to fill my womb with your hot cum, I wan - holy fuck!" She interrupted her own dirty talk as Diedrich started using his tail to stimulate her clit. "Oh god, fuck me. Fucking breed me. You're so big, baby."

The dirty talk finally pushed him over the edge. Rilen wasn't averse to sexy talk during sex, but never stuff like that. This really is a day for firsts, Diedrich didn't think. Were he under less pressing circumstances he might have thought that, but he was rather preoccupied with flooding Rilen's womb with cum. He pressed his head directly against her cervix as he climaxed for the third time, making the cum shoot straight through and right into her waiting womb. The feeling of his hot cum filling her ovaries set her off like a rocket, squirting so hard it splashed up to hit them both in the face.

Diedrich slowly pulled out of her and lay next to her on his back, his cock completely covered in cum and pussy juice. Rilen glanced down at the mess they'd made of his member and chuckled.

"I suppose I'd better clean you up."

She languidly crawled her way between his legs, her breasts now fully restored to their normal size. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, lapping up their combined fluids with her tongues, savouring the taste of their combined flavours. She swiftly moved down, taking in the first seven inches without problem, though the next two she managed were with no small amount of difficulty. With a good amount of struggle she managed to get the tenth into her mouth, but this was her limit on her own. It was a point of annoyance for her that her petite, elegant frame had the negative side effect of limiting what she could do when presented with such a perfect specimen. She looked up at Diedrich and weaved her tail through the air, leaving a trail of light where it went. In only a moment a sentence burned in the air: Dear, a little help?

Diedrich smiled and laid his hands on the horns crowning her head. Gentle yet firm, he pushed her down further on his cock, forcing her reluctant throat to accept the eleventh inch, and then the twelfth. A full foot of cock was lodged in her throat, which was visibly bulging, nearly reaching all the way into her stomach. Only one inch left to go. With finality he forced her down, her lips touching against his groin. She looked up again and smiled around the bulging mouthful of cock, and with a wink she slithered out her second tongue and gave his dripping balls a loving tongue bath. Once he was completely clean, she pulled herself all the way off, allowing herself a full breath for the first time in minutes. She climbed back up and cuddled up against him. It was there they fell asleep, her head buried in his neck and a leg casually draped across his. It was then, as they drifted off into unconsciousness, that the sun finally began to rise.

******

In a different section of the castle, a hellhound rose from her bed, giving her muscles a thorough stretch. Midway through her stretch, arms raised midair, she froze. She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but something was filling her with unease.

"Something is very wrong," she muttered to herself. "I should go check on Deedee."