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The war was over, at least officially in the Makai Realm. The great imbroglio that followed the reign of the White King was brief in the history of demons, but an eternity for mortals in the neighbouring world of humans. The great fires that burned across the land still remain in dreams and nightmares, where savage creatures formed from the smoke beneath the dark wings of the wretched Phalanx.

But now he was gone, and so too his successor had departed, vanished without a trace. That was General Arma's objective, as the former commander of the king's forces, a silver gargoyle of hooked beak and surprisingly angelic wings for his hellish look, with long ears and a golden chest. For now he had the great displeasure of the clean-up operations, as he sat in the grand hall of a splendid castle.

"APOLOGIES FOR THE WAIT."

A voice shook the chairs and table from the floor.

"THE REMAINING FORCES OF PHALANX HAVE OCCUPIED THE DEPTHS OF GEHENNA."

"Pitiful," Arma rubbed his cheek, "I almost feel sorry for them, so close to the underworld with their last breath."

"OF WHICH YOU SHALL RELIEVE THEM OF."

The fearsome voice belonged to Lord Aensland, a towering golem 20 feet tall with boulderous arms, the great wings of a bat, and a cruel beastly head where a resting snarl completed his short snout. His wide beard resembled an axe blade, his feet oddly small and limber that allowed him to drift with little effort, as opposed to his four arms that covered half of the banquet table where roasted fish and birds awaited.

The castle of Aensland was one of the oldest places in the Makai realm, crowned in moonlight from the highest peaks of Ben Nevis in the human country of Scotland. Fountains of rich crimson kept pouring either side of the hall, with black and red tiles to match the purple drapes of the banners all around them.

"HAS YOUR JOURNEY BEEN WELL?" asked the lord.

"Pleasantly cold," said Arma bowing from his seat, "I am surprised your residence is in the human realm."

"AN AGREEMENT WAS MADE, THAT ANY LAND ABOVE FIVE-THOUSAND FEET FROM SEA LEVEL, WOULD BELONG TO THE MAKAI."

"And how did the natives take to that?"

"WITH GREAT DIFFICULTY."

The giant sat in a huge seat that could fit three people across it, a shudder trembling through the hall as his body settled.

"THE HUMANS UNDERSTOOD MY POWER, WHEN I SPLIT THE CAIRNGORMS IN TWAIN BEFORE REASSEMBLING THEM BACK. THEY KNOW THE SKY BELONGS TO GOD...BUT THEY NEVER SAID WHICH."

"Hmhmhm, very droll your lordship. Did you approach them in your original size?"

"FOR A SIMPLE DEMONSTRATION." The lord flexed his hands with an eye in each of their palms. "THEIR RESIDENT GUARDIAN IN LOCH NESS LOOKED BUT A WORM IN MY PALM. A MOMENT, PLEASE."

He stopped Arma from taking the first bite of the banquet.

"MY DAUGHTER SHALL BE JOINING US, IT WILL DO HER GOOD TO WITNESS OUR DISCOURSE."

"Your...daughter?" the gargoyle blinked. "I did not know you had one, my liege."

"SHE IS NOT OF MY BLOOD." The lord blinked left to right. "I THOUGHT IT WOULD DO ME WELL, TO HAVE A CHILD I CAN JUDGE IMPARTIALLY."

"I must confess I'm surprised, I never took you for a father."

"THOSE WHO DO NOT DESIRE THE ROLE, CAN MAKE THE BEST EXAMPLES BY THEIR RESISTANCE TO TEMPTATIONS."

"Is that, and forgive me for speaking such, why you did not intervene during the Crest War?"

"NOT AS SUCH. FOR KINGDOMS TO THRIVE, THERE MUST BE A STRUGGLE ALLOWED TO EXIST, FROM WHICH THE GREATER SPIRIT SHALL THRIVE."

"SORRY!"

The sound of flapping wings alerted them to the newcomer.

"Bertha's been awfy fidgety lately, her scalp is all dry!"

"MORRIGAN. REMEMBER YOUR MANNERS."

"OH! Heehee!" A young human lady bowed towards Arma. "Pleasure to meet ye, kind sir, I'm Morrigan Aensland."

"A pleasure," the gargoyle took her hand with a gentle kiss, "General Arma."

"Ooooh, a military demon aye? You dinnae have a uniform, general?"

"We are not humans, my lady. There is no disgrace to bearing the flesh against thine enemy."

Containing his surprise, Arma tented his fingers with a pensive look towards Morrigan. Her long green hair drifted down her shoulders, a pale slender body was wrapped in a black bodice with purple tights that matched her vampiric wings. One pair was folded behind her back, whilst a smaller pair sat on her head.

"WE WERE JUST ABOUT TO FEAST, MY CHILD."

The lord swept his arm to cast a shadow across the table.

"I HAVE BROUGHT YOU YOUR FAVOURITE, MAIDEN'S DREAMS."

"Ugh, daddyyyy," she picked up a glass of yellow liquid, "couldn't ye have brought the maiden proper, it's just weird drinking it oot of a glass."

"YOU WOULD SUGGEST I TAKE HUMANS HOSTAGE FOR FEEDING, LIKE CATTLE?"

"Well, just, maybe one painter, or a writer, just summat to suckle on!"

"MORRIGAN. WE DO NOT 'SUCKLE' IN THIS FAMILY."

"Hmmmmph."

She drank her glass of maiden's dreams, a tingling buzz not unlike sweet pear cider as Arma feasted on a fresh chicken, the lord Aensland grabbing an entire roasted cow like one would a corn dog to crunch half of it between his jaws. The sound of cracking bone rang sharp through the hall as they filled their bellies, before several lizardmen in pinafores arrived with dessert, which they eagerly consumed.

"Ahhh, devil's food cake," Arma shook his head, "a little on the nose, is it not, my liege?"

"TWAS MORRIGAN'S DESIGN," the beastly lord petted her with his huge hand, "SHE PROCURED SOME EXCEPTIONAL INGREDIENTS."

"Mmmhh!" the gargoyle shuddered from the first bite. "Ohh, this is sinful, you're quite the chef madame!"

"Mmmm, not really," the daughter floated above her seat, "just a wee summat I cooked up fer a few months, rather bored of it noo."

"Your humility is inspiring, my lady."

"INDEED," the lord clasped after scarfing a cake, "LET US BEGIN OUR DISCUSSION. YOU ARE HERE TO HUNT DOWN THE RED ARREMER, YES?"

"If anyone can track him, tis you my liege," said Arma nodding, "since the fall of the White King, his successor Firebrand disappeared to parts unknown."

"Firebrand?!" asked Morrigan leaning close. "You don't mean, the Red Arremer who ended the Crest War, the one who freed the king o' Ghouls from the clutches o' Breager?!"

"The very same," the general crossing his arms, "a savage knave with untold power beyond that of the crests themselves."

"INDEED," the demon lord stroked his beard, "YOU WILL BE PLEASED TO KNOW I HAVE DISCOVERED HIS WHEREABOUTS."

"T-truly?! Already?! Not even my scouts could track him so swift!"

"HE IS CLOSER THAN YOU THINK. THE HUMAN KINGDOM KNOWN AS FRANCE, DO YOU KNOW IT?"

"I do," the general leaned forth, "so he is hiding in the human realm?"

"THERE IS A TOWN CALLED ROUEN, A CASTLE KNOWN AS CHATEAU DE ROBERT-LE-DIABLE. WE HAVE CONFIRMED THAT FIREBRAND IS LURKING WITHIN."

The lord Aensland offered him a necklace with a green gem.

"THIS SHALL UNLOCK THE MAGIC FIELD SURROUNDING THE CASTLE. I WISH YOU SUCCESS, IN YOUR VENTURE, ARMA."

"Thank you, my lord," the grey gargoyle put it on, "you have my fealty in the coming century."

"Fealty?" Morrigan smiled suddenly behind his chair. "Are you daeing deals with my daddy noo?"

"Tis a matter of constitutional import, my lady-"

"Mmmm that sounds boring! Tell me aboot this Firebrand, whit're you hunting him fer?!"

"He must accept his place as king of the Makai realm."

"I thought daddy was king!"

"NOT EXACTLY." The demon waved a huge finger. "I AM RULER, NOT A KING. THE KINGS DELEGATE DUTIES ACROSS THE REALM, I AM SIMPLY AN ARBITER BETWEEN THE HIGHER ECHELONS OF-"

"Och that's sae complicated!" her shadow teleported to sit on his shoulder. "Why can't ya just rule everyone yerself?"

"THE NEEDS OF THE MANY OUTWEIGH THAT OF US FEW, MY CHILD. EVERY REGION OF THE MAKAI REALM HAS ITS DIFFERENT REQUIREMENTS AND FORM OF GOVERNANCE."

"Mmmm...alright." She skipped down his arm and flipped herself over the table. "Thank ye fer meeting me, General Arma."

"My pleasure, milady."

He kissed her hand when she offered it, the succubus floating upside-down with a smile to each other. Then he felt a small tug in his other hand to feel a piece of paper slip inside. Morrigan skipped off through the air back towards the stairs, as the lord Aensland snapped his fingers.

"NOW," the servants arrived to clear away the food, "SHALL WE DISCUSS THE SOMULO BORDER?"

"If we must, my lord."

Arma sighed as a map was brought across the table, outlining the human and demon worlds with a huge rift through the middle. Two hours of boredom filled the general's head as he relegated platoons with the lord's guidance, allocating the best defences against the remaining forces of the former king.

After the discussion was over, he thanked the ruler of Makai and was about to depart, when he remembered the note in his hand that Morrigan had slipped to him discreetly, asking him to come to the second-floor balcony. He wasn't curious enough to pursue, but he wasn't so rude as to refuse a lady's request, especially not one of the Aenslands.

"Madame?" Arma stepped out onto the wide balcony. "Did you summon me?"

"Aye, that I did."

He looked above to see her hanging upside down from the rafters, a small collection of bats hanging with her as she fed them pieces of meat.

"You aff tae meet this Firebrand then?"

"Correct," the general bowed, "you seem interested in him."

"Oh aye, I mean, who hasnae heard of him?!"

She swooped down from her perch and glided on her back.

"If I had mair time, I'd join ye fer an autograph."

"This is not a pleasantry, my lady, it is a mission to restore order to the Makai realm...even if that someone must be him."

"Hmmm?" the princess crept up behind him. "Do I sense a wee bit o' hatred fer him in yer heart?"

"An old wound," said Arma rubbing his chest, "we have met in the past."

"Tell me aboot him. Just a wee favour, so I can help you."

"Help...me?"

He looked to her radiant smile, disarming in its own way even though Arma had to briefly hide his disgust at her human complexion. Those tiny little noses so separate from their mouths always disturbed him as he took a few steps back.

"He is my rival...I once served beneath Phalanx to hunt him down and destroy him. But against all odds, he bested me every time, and it was only at my third defeat that I realised he was truly the one destined to rule our realm, that he was the one who could defeat the White King."

"How romantic." She simpered.

"Romanti-...what?!"

"Ohhh just, that wee twinkle in yer eye when you talk aboot him is adorable."

"My lady do NOT misunderstand," he snarled flexing his wings, "my interest in Firebrand is purely business."

"From what I heard, he doesnae think that," said Morrigan biting her finger, "he just sounds sae...wild and reckless, sae invigorating with PASSION compared to all these stuff-shirted basturts...present company excluded."

"Hmmph." The demon crossed his arms. "Forgive my impertinence but, you are a succubus yes?"

"Heehee, aye." She disappeared to shimmer behind him. "But not the usual sorta succubus, I haftae feed on a certain liquid that comes oot yer brain, that's only made when certain desires or dreams are happenin'."

"A dream-eater," Arma nodded not looking back, "that answers my question, do you plan to feed on my dreams of a unified realm?"

"Och no," she patted his shoulder, "ah dinnae wan' the dreams of an auld soldier like you."

He kept still as Morrigan flapped up to walk over his head.

"I just wan' tae help you with capturing Firebrand, cuz you know he's not coming back sae easy."

"You have a plan?" the silver gargoyle rubbed his beak. "Why not mention this at dinner?"

"A girl has tae keep SOME secrets from her daddy."

The succubus flipped upside down to meet his eyes.

"Whit you say, general? You ken that Firebrand's a real, well...firebrand, why not make the job easier fer yerself?"

"Hmm...alright."

The general flapped high and swooped past Morrigan to land on the balcony's edge.

"What plan do you have?"

"A gift fer you." She fluttered beside him. "A small trinket that'll sap his strength, if you get in physical contact with him and share his life force fer a bit."

"His...life force?"

"It's auld succubus magic so...well, you ken how we steal energy from others?"

"I...are you suggesting..." he sneered, "my lady, that, that is not acceptabl-"

"Oh dinnae be such a prude!" she tittered walking on the ledge. "It's 1793, let's have a wee bit o' fun, you tellin' me you never thought aboot it?!"

"That is not your business."

"No...but."

She tossed him a golden bracelet that he caught without looking.

"Whitever you decide to dae, that's entirely up to ye."

"This bangle," the general demurred, "all it does is transfer Firebrand's energy?"

"More dampens it," said Morrigan, "it robs the strength from someone after a night of passion."

"I am not one to have intimate affairs with my former enemies."

"Och but it's sae fun! All's fair in love and war, isn't that whit humans say?"

"I am also not one to take advice from...human culture." Arma spread his wings. "Thank you for your gift, Lady Morrigan. I shall return to speak with your father, after my mission is complete."

He took off into the night, heading southwards as Morrigan grinned sitting up in the sky.

"He'll be back...boys like him always dae."

The Chateau de Robert-le-Diable, was an old fort some distance from the town of Rouen, a sad ruin showing one impressive tower to the right, and a lack of the other to give it a lopsided look. The courtyard was overgrown to a luscious green as Arma landed, noticing the scent of his old rival in the wind.

"Hmm...surprisingly humble for that vagrant."

He tapped his necklace as it shone towards a place in the yard. A small patch of grass, seemingly random, glinted with an infernal light and softly pulled back like a knife across the skin. A door revealed itself beneath the dirt, as Arma opened it to find a mirror directly before him, that shimmered on its surface like water.

"Hah, a nethergate. So simple, yet ingenious."

The general spread his arms and dove in, twisting through the bounds of reality in a howling gasp that tore at his wings with infernal screams. Darkness and violence spiralled round his body as he left the mortal realm to enter a small universe, a veil of reality that few ever witnessed.

Falling into another sky, Arma corrected himself mid-flight and flapped upwards onto the wall of the castle. It was the same place as before, technically speaking, but now the crumbling tower on his right was on the left beneath a blood-red sky, a hallowed moon staring down upon him. No world laid beyond the boundary of the castle, a phantom's abyss where dark tendrils crept against the stone and slithered through the cracks.

"Well-he-heeeell...ain't this a surprise."

A voice came from the tower where he saw a pair of black wings.

"This round number four? Or are you a delivery boy now?"

"You know why I'm here, Firebrand." The grey gargoyle crossed his arms. "You cannot run from your duties."

"Ehhhhh...you know I hate sitting around in one place."

"You're hiding in a mirrored castle in the human realm."

"Well I'm not living here, jeez!"

The creature smiled from above as he stood waiting for the general. With great angel wings of shimmering pinions, Arma flew up to the tower to meet his old rival, a red gargoyle who sat cross-legged on the parapet. Firebrand was a legend, a hero in his own right that for a while Arma could never figure out why.

His wings were not impressive, a typical bat design of darkest blue; his body was no greater than him, two feet shorter than Arma with blood-red skin covering every inch of rippling muscle; his manners were common and brusque, nothing like the nobility that Arma was acquainted with; and lastly his face, with its sloped reptilian snout, like the servants in Aensland's castle.

Then he realised on the day that Phalanx had been slain. The Red Arremer was like the sharpest blade in existence, sheathed in a wooden scabbard. He looked like every other common demon he had met among the lesser races, and it was that lack of nobility, that strength borne from a bloodline of oppression, that sculpted him into an insurmountable beast.

"You gonna try and drag me back to the throne again?" the red arremer grinned.

"It is your duty," said Arma offering his hand, "you who hath usurped the former White King, as testament to your strength, that-"

"PFFFFT, look, I'm done alright?" the crimson beast waved his hand. "I got all the power I want, and I don't need some stupid crests for it."

"It's not ABOUT power, it is about leadership. Demons look up to you, Ba'al knows why, but they need a symbol of strength to guide them."

"So get a sword and put it on the damn throne, I don't wanna be tied to some fucking chair."

The general sighed pinching his beak, wings curling behind his back in a brief flap of annoyance.

"Of all the usurpers that could have been, it had to be you. A common thug whose race was only bred to be servants for the likes of Lucifer."

"Yyyyep," said Firebrand picking his teeth, "my great-grandpappy kicked Breager's ass, and I did the same too, so I think I've earned the right to tell you to fuck off."

"NONE have the right to tell me such," the grey beast clenched his fist, "I will drag you back if I have to, come heaven or high water."

"Well you better start paddling!" he clapped rubbing his hands. "You know you can't beat me Arma, so what're ya gonna do?"

"Yes...what am I going to do, you say."

The general smiled, feeling the bangle in one of his hands still that he slipped behind his back and contemplated putting it on. Firebrand was proud, and had every right to be with his immense power as Arma knew he would not win in a straight fight. But a different sort of struggle might have the arremer lower his guard.

"What if I offered you something else?" said Arma. "Something you have always wanted, that I alone can offer you?"

"Something I always wanted..." Firebrand stroked his snout, "hmmmm I dunno, I got everything I want already."

"Do you? You seem awful lonely in this chateau, no servants to attend to your most...base of needs."

"...oooh." The red beast tented his fingers. "You saying what I think you're saying?"

"What do you think I am saying?" Arma stood up straight.

"Well it sounds like you wanna fuck."

"I...I am NOT saying-"

"Arma, come on...it's not like we never done it, yanno, that one time out in the mountains, just out of range from Phalanx's eyes-"

"I do not wish to speak of that," snarled the general, "it was a spur of the moment, incited by our bloodlust in a most visceral feud."

"Why you sound ashamed of it?!" Firebrand spread his arms. "We're demons, it's not like anyone gives a shit."

"It is not becoming of a general to be...intimate with a usurper."

"I ain't a usurper NOW...am I, Armee?"

"...no." Arma clicked the bangle behind his back. "I suppose not."

"In faaaact, according to you I'm next in line to the throne huh? So maybe you oughta do what I say, as yanno...your majesty."

"Don't push it." He thrust a finger out. "Last time was but a fluke, arrested passion consumed by the thrall of battle. That said...if I consent to this, will you return to administer duties?"

"Maaaaybe," the red arremer flapped over to him, "what kinda duties would that be?"

"If you desire not to rule, you will have to sign an accordance for the transition of power, during which you shall reign as an intermediary."

"So I sign some shit and sit around in a chair, got it. And in return, I get this?"

Arma gasped when Firebrand gripped his ass, a hard clench of his silver cheeks making the general thrust up against his red body. His stocky muscles were unrefined, bestial, a testament to the hardier lower class as he felt those claws creeping towards his taint, a claw tickling around the pucker that made the two-foot-taller gargoyle shiver through his form.

"I never got to feel this before," snickered Firebrand, "you got to feel my ass before so I think it's fair."

"It was certainly...hmmph," Arma smirked, "you didn't bother resisting when I plowed your arse."

"I had to tire you out somehow, my ass is pretty good at that!"

"It is a fine one you have."

The general wrapped his arms round the arremer to squeeze his rear in turn.

"For a commoner you have a...certain quality I briefly begin to understand."

"Yanno, it was fun beating the shit outta you. You're the only guy out there who can keep up with me, and not just in the battlefield."

"Really?" Arma leaned down closer to his face. "I fought you thrice, but I only fucked you once."

Surprising the vagrant, the general suddenly kissed him to throw Firebrand off in hope he did not notice the new bangle. Shining off of Arma's wrist, it caught the light of the dark moon as the silver beast plunged his tongue into Firebrand's throat. A shuddering moan came from the shorter beast as he slipped his hands up Arma's back, suckling the general's tongue as they closed their eyes with a growing lust.

Both of them felt it, the red arremer throbbing faster than Arma as their bulges thickened from their genital slits. As their tongues twisted inside their mouths, suckling beak against snout, Firebrand pushed himself close to Arma to feel the grinding of their chests, his staunch crimson pecs rubbing against the thick silver abs.

The general hugged him tight, squeezing the arremer into his muscular embrace as the vagrant shuddered with a little chirp. Arma was not against such affairs with males, having lived long enough to sample some of the more curious nobles he had met. But Firebrand was different, he lacked the parlance, the pleasantries that Arma was used to. And somehow that excited him in a part he did not want to admit.

"MMmmph!" The red gargoyle pulled back with a dripping tongue. "You got a lot better at kissing than last time."

"Are you saying I lacked finesse?" snorted Arma.

"Well it wasn't AS bad as making out with a merman, but-"

"Shut up."

The grey beast gripped his head and kissed him harder, diving deep into Firebrand's gullet with a powerful suck as the red arremer felt his passion burning. Arma surprised himself with such a sudden zest burning in his crotch, his shaft growing longer to meet the vagrant's own. As he crept his tongue around the inside of Firebrand's cheeks, he throbbed stronger with a waking hunger that mirrored his rival's.

Firebrand gladly returned the passion, his own tongue snaking past Arma's to slither inside the beak and suck harder with a gasping moan that clouded thick in their throats. Tasting each other's breath, their hands roved across the other's backs with tightening grips and grinding shafts that swelled against their bellies.

By the time they ran out of breath, they were both fully hard with Firebrand starting to drip in excitement as his hands returned to Arma's rump. Spreading the cheeks and kneading them between his claws, the arremer panted with a wide grin as a thin strand of saliva sagged between their mouths.

"Lemme get a taste of that royal ass."

"Hmph, you think you deserve it?" Arma sneered.

"You had mine, I have yours, you gonna fight me?"

"No...but."

The general grabbed Firebrand and lifted him upwards, placing the scarlet crotch in front of his face with its swinging cock that he slipped into his mouth. The crimson beast squawked with a grin as he grabbed Arma's head and wrapped his legs round his shoulders.

"WOAH, KHAAH kah kah kah, somebody got hungry for my dick!"

"Mmmmph, do you want this or not?!"

"Hey-ey, I don't mind, suck away general!"

With a taunting salute, Firebrand gripped his rival's skull with one hand to lean back and get a good view of Arma's beak gulping down his thick red meat. In comparison it was shorter than Arma's own silver length, but plumper to compensate as the general closed his eyes, and swallowed down to the hilt with a practiced gulp that made Firebrand grin.

Keeping the arremer aloft, his hands gripped the luscious red thighs as he started bobbing on Firebrand's meat, soft bated breaths panting from Arma with each sucking gulp as thick demon pre trickled down his throat. A small grimace came over him, a part of his mind asking why he was sucking off a common arremer. That strong meaty taste however wooed him, the hand gripping his skull pushing him down.

"Thaaaassa good boy," Firebrand grinned, "you been wanting my cockmeat a good while huh?"

"Mmmmph, glrrkh."

"I don't blame ya, a lotta guys wanna fuck and suck me, even before I beat the shit outta your former boss. I dunno why you even let a bitch like Phalanx rule over ya, you coulda done better than him."

"Glrrkh!" Arma pulled back with the dick draped over his face. "I did not come here to be criticised, you crimson degenerate."

"Awww, I love ya too," Firebrand pushed his meat back inside, "now get sucking, I wanna see if you're as much as a hard ass as you look."

A snickering cackle came from him as he watched his rival deepthroat his shaft, a gasping groan as for a brief moment Arma fluttered his eyes with a simpering smile. Unbeknownst to either of them, the bangle sang with a little melody to itself as it savoured their sexual urges, slowly feeding upon their lust and gently turning off their inhibitions.

Firebrand started thrusting, grappling the head to pump his hips once he felt Arma adjust to his girth. A steady rhythm grew with thick plapping sounds amidst panting gasps, the red arremer shivering with hotter pre building in the general's throat.

The gargoyle kept sucking, his moans turning louder as Firebrand picked up the pace. Arma was throbbing to the fullest, his own member bulging with a hard vein and a trickling river down its length that shone in the vile moonlight. His hands slipped further along Firebrand's legs, cupping the buttocks to tease his rival with a fingering claw at his hole.

The red arremer gasped with a tightening pucker that sucked Arma's finger in, the general smirking as he pushed deeper inside and gently began to fuck him. Firebrand squeaked a little cackle and flapped his wings feeling his orgasm approaching, the pumping digit in his hole pushing him closer and faster before he suddenly grabbed Arma's long ears with both hands and hammered his face.

"HAAAH, AAAH, F-FUCK! You wannit that bad do ya, big general bastard?!"

"GLRRK, MMMPH!"

"Been wantin' my fuckin' cock this long, how many guys you suck off the back alley pretending it's mine, HUH!? Mister fancy noble, h-here, T-TAKE IT YOU BITCH, HAAAAGH, KYAAAAAH!"

With one mighty thrust he pushed Arma's face into his crotch, flooding his throat with rich demon seed. The general blushed with a shameful glee, gulping down every single drop as he kept fingerfucking his rival. Firebrand spread his wings as he felt the noble's tongue slurp across his length, pulsing his luscious arremer jizz deeper into him.

"HAAAH! Kyaaah...aaaah...fuck, you got a real good mouth."

The scarlet beast flapped up to pull his cock free and swinging.

"Now how about you get over to the turrets and show me that thick ass?"

"Guh..." Arma snarled looking up, "do you not have the manners to say please?"

"Oh I'm sorry, you want that in writing?!"

Firebrand gripped his cock and drizzled the cum over Arma's face, much to the general's sneering contempt. His tongue could not resist however sneaking out to get another taste, before he walked over to the tower's edge and bent over the turret. With arms crossed and wings folded, he presented himself gladly with a throbbing dick between his legs.

"Come," said Arma looking back, "claim your prize, you damnable harlequin."

"Kyaahaha, ohohhh I been waiting fer this," said Firebrand rubbing his hands, "get ready big guy, cuz your ass is FINALLY MINE!"

From high above he swooped down in a bowing arc, clamping his large taloned feet on Arma's cheeks to spread them wide and expose that dark grey pucker. Squatting down, he pushed his cock inside with a hiss from the general as he felt his ass open up, relaxing his muscles with a steady breath as his shaft flexed underneath.

"MMMPH! Ohhh fuck, I knew you were a hardass but not THIS fucking tight!"

"NNNGH, just...what we call good breeding," snarled the grey beast, "something you, h-have not been acquainted with."

"Whaddaya mean, I'm breedin' ya good right NOW!"

"A-AAAGH, OHHHH!"

Quivering through his knees, Arma felt the pumping thrust of Firebrand's crimson lance, the arremer gripping his sides to start making squats on his rival's ass and pump his dick deeper in. The gargoyle was surprised by such strength in this pose, his rival stuffing down so deep that his knees were pressed to his scarlet chest. The sound of his panting came loud in Arma's ears as he clenched on Firebrand's length, his own gasps joining him.

With claws scraping on the parapet, the general shuddered with soft but deep whimpers from the increasing thrusts of the savage beast. The bangle twinkled on his wrist, realising what it had done when he felt less of his dignity, and more of his urges with every thwap of the arremer's crotch. His shaft dripped thicker into a puddle, drooling with harder throbs every time Firebrand hilted.

"HAAH, aaah, f-fuck your ass is sucking my dick better than yer mouth!"

"NNNGH, AAAAAH!"

"Khheh, getting full there big guy?" The blood-red beast leaned over him. "I fucked a lotta asses, and I gotta say, you keep yours feeling real nice."

"Mmmmph, i-is that, a compliment?" gasped Arma.

"Oh yeah...I fucked half-drakes, mermen, heaven even a prince or two. But your fuckhole's just made for dick, Armee. You could make a killing down the local tavern with this ass of yours."

A simpering cackle filled the air as Firebrand nipped one of Arma's ears, a soft nibble that made the general shudder as his body slumped with a sweet grin. The arremer smiled and bit harder, sliidng his hands round to the front where he pinched the general's nipples with his claws to further excite him. Harder and faster he squatted and fucked, wings flapping above to keep his balance steady mid-thrust.

Arma's gasping snarls turned into ragged bliss, craning his head back as Firebrand bit his long ear with tender plucks like pulling the reins of a horse. The red spear kept driving deep, grinding his crotch against Arma's cheeks that clapped from every hard slap that spread the general's walls wider, slickening them with pre that pooled thicker inside.

The gargoyle underneath moaned louder, his climax approaching too fast for him to stop as he struggled to resist jerking off. He didn't have to wait long, a few more drilling pumps made him spurt with a hefty spray of thick noble seed that smothered the turret with a roar that shook through his body, hot trails of pulsing white slathering across the stone.

"HAAAH, AAAAARRHH!"

"MMMMPH, F-FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUCK!"

Clenching hard the crimson rival chomped on his ear with a hard tug as he came a second time, flooding the depths of the general with his common seed that sloshed into his walls and drowned them in thick luscious heat. Arma pushed back against Firebrand to make sure every drop of cum would stay inside, sucking tighter with his clenching muscles in orgasm.

"Haaah...haaah, ohhh shit, Arma you...hoo."

The red arremer pulled out with a hefty shlorp, dribbling cum down Arma's taint as he hopped back to admire his work of the drooling white trail from his tip to the hole.

"I dunno what it is but, fucking your tight ass winded me a li'l more than I thought. Guess you're that good a cocksucker."

"Nnngh...really?" Arma stood up to face him with his swinging length. "Did you think we were done?"

"Ehh?"

"I have hardly spent myself. And I still think you need to learn some humility."

"Mmmhmm?" Firebrand smirked crossing his arms. "And how you gonna do that, thick-ass bitch?"

"Simple."

The gargoyle suddenly rushed him, grabbing his throat before slamming him down on the floor to loom over him.

"You covet my arse so badly...then you shall HAVE IT!"

"KYA-GYAAAAAGH!"

Firebrand was shocked to see Arma suddenly impale himself on the red pulsing lance, groaning with lust as he rode him hard with pounding smacks of his sturdy hips. The great silver wings of the general stretched in glory, his stone-pillar cock drooling on the arremer's chest to smother pre on his scales. Firebrand joined him in his rhythm, thrusting up into his rival with cackling glee as he gladly fucked his rear.

An insatiable hunger rose up in the general as he panted hoarse on top of Firebrand, snarling with bestial grunts and placing his hands upon the crimson shoulders to slide back and forth with deeper slams of his rump. Every thrust from the red arremer made Arma spurt harder, painting his nemesis with cream that smeared up to his neck.

Throughout the night they would breed each other, the bangle inciting their lust to become burning white as the general fucked himself stupid, his eyes rolling with tongue panting until Firebrand would cum again in splendorous spurts, filling up the gargoyle once again. Addled with lust, he barely resisted when Arma pulled himself off and grabbed Firebrand's feet to hoist him upside down, angling his own shaft to drill deep in the crimson hole.

With his own cum spraying on his face, the red arremer shivered in panting cries, staring up at Arma whose face was wracked with desire, claws wrapped tight round the beastly legs whose taloned feet curled with long wicked toes. Firebrand almost found himself in a handstand just to feel Arma hilt, the general stuffing deep with relentless force until he came into his former enemy.

Tightening walls of luscious red sucked on his meat that drizzled seed across the folds, swirling down to the hottest depths of the crimson beast before Arma leaned down to grip his shoulders. He flew up into the sky carrying his rival, clutching him tight as he savagely fucked him, an aching burn in his crotch with their wings fully free.

Wrapping his legs round Arma's chest, Firebrand kissed him deep in a yearning lust he could not explain. The general knew in the back of his mind, but he stopped caring after the first orgasm as he hugged the red fiend even tighter, crushing him, shoving his tongue so deep into that common snout that flooded his senses with a rasping breath.

"Haaah, haaaah, f-fuck," shivered Firebrand, "f-fuck me you noble bitch!"

"F-filthy, beggar," gasped Arma, "wh-what is it about your arse that makes it s-so...NNNGH!"

"Cuz I don't give a shit," the beast licked across his face, "you just wanna fuck me cuz I don't care what you are, yer fun to fight, and even better to fuck...isn't what what demons do?"

"MMMPH, haaah, F-firebrand, y-you...you would deign to drag me to your level?"

"Don't you want it? You fucked my ass full three times, you know what they say about rule of three?"

"Nnngh, haah...you are...the worst thing to happen to me."

The general smiled as he said this, then kissed him once again with hellish tongues dancing to each other's breath, thick webs of saliva painting their cheeks as they drank from the other's lust. All whilst Arma kept fucking him mid-flight, his wings of splendid feather gliding above the mist. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting, pounding every inch against the trembling walls of his nemesis, his tongue just as bold exploring the depths of Firebrand's maw.

Droplets of white spilled from the red arremer's rear across the castle, every thrust spreading more of Arma's pre that thickened once again. Firebrand's cheeks quivered from every slap, a pair of luscious moons that gleamed like ruby in the dark infernal air. All they could taste was each other, hands of crimson caressing his rival with a rasping smile as they pulled back only to lick each other's snouts.

Arma would cum as Firebrand joined him, a howling shriek in unison that caused the air to tremble on the verge of being ripped apart. The clouds shook and the false moon cracked when Arma flooded his rival even fuller than before, to drench the turrets in seeded white.

"AAAARRRHH! Haaah...S-satan's teeth that...th-that was..."

The general could barely finish his sentence as he flapped feebly back down, Firebrand panting with a soft dreamy look in his eyes before he started to fall asleep. The bangle shone with its fullest strength as Arma grinned, before he collapsed in turn with the red arremer still in his lap.

"This...th-this...damn you...that succubus."

As Arma fell asleep, drained of his vigour with his cum dripping out between their legs, that same succubus was in her room back at the castle of Aensland. Sitting on her bed of luscious velvet shaped like a rose, she watched the two demons through a mystic orb transmitting a feed from the bangle. It also was transmitting the demons' lust, trickling out a luscious pink into a jar as she licked her lips.

"Lovely," she gasped palming her chin, "always wanted tae have a wee taste o' Firebrand's power. Doesnae hurt tae give the auld general a wee bit o' fun too aye? Just tae be mair loose."

The sound of bats came chittering from above, almost in agreement as they hung from the rafters of her bedroom. She giggled as she rolled on her back, savouring the story of when Arma would return the bangle back to her, hoping her father would be none the wiser to her "special snack".