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"What a decade it's been..." She murmured, sipping on some freshly brewed tea in the dining hall after a hearty breakfast. Kass was one of the few who would be stirring about at this time of morning, as many of her subjects and kingdom either didn't sleep at all or were night owls. Of course, it's only natural for them, given these creatures of darkness now ruled what was once her home.

She looked around, admiring the black and red, demonic décor of the dining hall she's been frequenting every morning lately. She let out a sigh, but not one of loss or relief.

"You seem troubled, your highness," uttered a raspy, somewhat feminine voice near her table. Across from Kass was the demon who mans the kitchens in the morning, though it was easy work as the Demon Queen was its only patron this early. It was about her height, though more muscular with sizable breasts and a feminine figure, all being covered by a dingy, white apron that didn't hide its sizable, flaccid cock underneath.

"No...no, not troubled or anything like that," she replied, gingerly rubbing her soft fingers against the mug. "It's just...it's just that, well...today's the anniversary."

"Of?" Inquired the demon.

"When my life changed forever and I became...well, this," she replied, waving a hand up and down her body. She still looked human, but with large tits and a curvy waist, accentuated by the pentagram harness she wore. Her belly was soft and pudgy-looking, with a black, demonic sigil tattooed over it. In fact, she had several all over her body, most notably the twin bands on her wrists that looked like decorative shackles.

The demon tilted its head, curious. "You wanna talk about it, your highness? I'm a pretty good listener."

She giggled softly. "How much time you got?"

The demon just smiled. "All the time in the world in all the realms, your highness. Give me a moment to take care of a few things first?"

She nodded, brushing back a lock of her curly, black hair. She played with her collar a bit as she waited for the demon to return. When it did, it was completely naked, sitting right across from Kass.

"Now tell me everything, my dear."

*     *     *

I was looking out the opened window of my chambers, basking in the beautiful, peaceful day in the kingdom I was destined to rule one day. It was cloudless, sunny, around midday. Yet before everyone knew it, darkness suddenly enveloped the land. This wasn't caused by a sudden storm, but rather like a shadow blanketing everything. The soldiers along the West wall noticed a bright, red glow beyond the horizon that grew brighter and brighter with each passing second. This was when they saw dark, demon-like beings marching towards the capitol.

My personal guards noticed this strange, eerie phenomenon too and informed me appropriately. No one had told them of this approaching army, though I wondered if they left no survivors from whatever villages they've pillaged and destroyed. The whole castle was in a panic as everyone got to safety, me included. Normally I'm the one making orders for my guards and servants; but in times of crisis, I follow their instructions. After all, I am the only heir to the throne, the King's and Queen's most prized possession.

The bunker my parents and I were kept in wasn't as lavish as our chambers or the rest of the castle, but it wasn't as dingy as the dungeons either. It was quite roomy too, about half the size of the dining hall. The servants always did a good job keeping things spic and span and well stocked for us in case we had to be here for a while.

I can't remember how long we were down there. It felt like ages. Father kept by my side for comfort and act as bodyguard, while Mother got any intel she could, even going as far as demanding to see whatever carnage was out there for herself. Of course, the guards followed the standard procedure to the letter, despite her stubbornness. We all knew she was just trying to protect her baby.

We couldn't hear any of the carnage happening above for a while, that is until we heard someone shout, "THEY'VE TAKEN THE CASTLE!"

"Shit..." I muttered.

"Young man! That's not how a future king should speak!" Father scolded.

"Sorry Papa..." I replied, curling my knees up to my chest.

I could then feel Father's gaze on me. "Kass, what...what's on your face?"

"N-Nothing Papa!" I tried to hide my face from him but he snatched me by the chin and turned me to face him.

"Lisa! Come look at our son!"

Mother scoffed and went to investigate what Father was going on about. I could tell how her usual, beautiful, powerful demeanor became frazzled the longer we stayed down here. She batted his hand away from me and lifted my chin up to face her in a gentler manner. Her sigh was filled with just as much disappointment as Father's anger.

"Did you have Lily put my makeup on you again, Kass?"

"M-Maybe?"

She looked me up and down in my fetal position; I could feel her gaze upon me too. "And is that one of my dresses? Kass! What happened to the outfits we had custom tailored for you?"

"They're not comfortable!" I pleaded, nearly bursting into tears.

"Well..." She said, putting her hands on her hips. "When our strong knights take care of these interlopers, we'll see about getting you—"

*BANG BANG BANG*

"WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!" Screamed a cackling, almost otherworldly voice behind the bent in, metal door. The fact whatever these monsters were bent a two to three cubit thick iron door terrified everyone in the bunker. I wondered if we were the only survivors left in the castle, nay, the whole kingdom.

"LEAVE! YOU BRUTES!!" Mother screamed at them. "WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH US!?"

Suddenly, a black, wispy smoke that smelled of burning embers crept into the room through the cracks of the bent door, only to materialize into forms of demonic horror. I remember there were about four or five of them, black as coal, appearing to have a thick, leather-like skin covering dense muscles, yellowed teeth and claws like bloody knives, each one having some unique quantity and arrangement of horns on their heads. They were about as tall as the room itself, which was already one or two feet above our heads. They came with no armor on, nor wielded any weapons and were completely naked; I couldn't help but stare at their large, humanoid genitals the size of a horse's. Everyone tried to resist looking away in disgust, as that would just prompt these demons to attack. Yet for me, I couldn't help but stare and become entranced by them.

As soon as they entered, they attacked the guards, Mother, Father, and myself. The guards fought well but were all slain during the fighting. The rest of us were simply subdued with our hands tightly held behind our backs and forced on our knees. They never did anything to us besides that, but those claws of theirs were sharp and dug deep into my arms and wrists that I felt like I was going to faint. I felt my heart race, but not because I was scared...a part of me liked this submissive feeling.

Before we knew it, another cloud of that wispy, black smoke filled the room. I remember it smelling like brimstone with a weird twinge of masculine musk.

And that's when I saw him for the first time. The Demon King.

He appeared similarly to them and just as tall, though I suspected he shrunk himself down to fit in the catacombs. Still, he looked huge, powerful, packed much more muscle than the others, and the large, bat-like wings on his back made him all the more menacing. His whole body was decorated with intricate, demonic symbols, and his skin shimmered with a deep crimson against a dark black that seemed to suck all the light emanating from the surrounding torches.

I swear, though, regardless of my parent's fear and the cackling and chittering demons around us...I couldn't look away from his handsome face. It's as if he was hypnotizing me with those piercing, yellow eyes of his, accented by a pair of the biggest horns of the bunch that curled beautifully on his head.

Yet nothing compared to what was dangling freely between his powerful legs. That massive, swinging, leaking cock looked to be about as big as the other demons', though thicker than theirs. The two, massive, obsidian-like orbs dangling beneath that shaft complemented what he was packing.

At that moment, I wanted him. I craved him. Nothing else mattered anymore. Not the kingdom I was destined to inherit, not the many lives taken from this invasion, not what my parents were shouting or pleading, begging him to let us free. Gods I was even leaking through my dress as my cock ached to be free from its confines I put it in; I've always never had any interest in pleasuring men in that way.

Then he suddenly cackled and broke me out of my trance. His booming laugh shook the crumbling walls of the room. "You think I can be so easily negotiated with?" He asked.

"Please!" Father begged. "You can have the whole kingdom all to yourselves! Just...please let me and my family go!"

Mother wept. "Please don't hurt us! I'll...I-I'll b-be your slave if you want! Don't hurt my boys!"

"Lisa! Are you mad!"

"SILENCE!!!" The Demon King roared.

I never flinched at all, despite the rattling in my ears. I was completely fixated on him and him alone. I then noticed his cock began to grow in size and the smell of his musk became more potent...GODS it was intense!

"I can see this one has taken an interest in me already," he said, pointing a long claw at me. He then stepped closer, forcefully holding my chin to examine me. "If this...gorgeous creature wishes to become my Queen, I will happily send you two into exile. Your lives will be spared."

"What!?" Father shouted. "He's a BOY, not a woman!"

The Demon King smirked at Father, then turned his attention towards me. Those eyes...I'll never forget those yellow, demonic eyes. They drew me in like a shining light against a black sky.

"Would you like that, my sweet?" His voice was calm, soothing, comforting, a contrast to how he was after bursting in. "Would you like to become my Queen?"

I nearly blacked out after he asked me, but I must've said yes in some way. All I could remember was my asshole burning, yet feeling stuffed and full as his thick cock rammed into me without mercy. It hurt. A lot. But despite how much he tore my favorite dress while tearing open my virgin asshole, despite how much my tears ruined my makeup, making me go from a beautiful prince to a degraded whore, I loved every second of it. I'm sure I gave my parents a rude gesture as he claimed me and as I begged for him to breed me.

And he did just that.

My guts felt like they were going to burst and tear with how much cum filled me up and bulged out my stomach. Fuck! It was as if he instantly made me pregnant, and I don't even have a womb! At some point, I felt one of his hands firmly pressed against my bulging, cum and cock-filled belly. I blacked out again immediately, though I could vaguely remember a searing sting over my belly and some chanting in a language I did not understand.

I'm not sure what happened after that, nor what my parents' fates were. Though with my limited knowledge of demons, I'm sure they've been killed or worse. Frankly, they never appreciated me in the first place, so why should I care?

*     *     *

When I came to, my stomach felt like it was on fire. I still felt as full and bloated as I was when the Demon King had his way with me back down in the bunker. I still had on the dress I wore that day, no longer a thing of beauty but reduced to shreds of sky blue fabric. My makeup felt like it was smudged all over my face from my tears and sweat; I don't know if him or his minions shot a load or two on my face to further mark me as theirs.

I sat on what felt like a bed of some kind.

My bed.

I then noticed the broken reflection of my current state in between the cracks of what's left of the mirror in front of me. One thing I noticed right away was some circular sigil or summoning circle on my stinging, bloated tummy. I had no idea what the letters surrounding it read, nor did I understand the symbol itself; I assumed it represented fertility for a woman. Well...I have always felt more like one anyway.

Further examination of my surroundings, I was, in fact, back in my personal chambers...or what was left of it, anyway. The Demon King's soldiers must've ransacked the palace, though I'm not sure what need they would have for shiny trinkets and baubles. It didn't matter anyway. Even under the supposed "care" of my parents, this place felt both like a prison cell and a place for private comfort; I just have a new warden now.

A warden who's bigger, stronger, devilishly handsome (literally)...I wonder how free I'd be under his care.

Slowly, very slowly, I got up off the bed and tried to walk around for a bit. Whatever was still stuck in my tummy slowly kept leaking out of my abused asshole; I don't think use of the chamber pot would help. I did the only thing I could think of to relieve myself and opened the busted windows, one of which fell off its hinges and crashed on the ground below.

Yet right when I turned around to release this pressure buildup, he swooped in and tackled me face-first onto the floor, immediately sticking his massive cock in.

"What do you think you're doing, my Queen?" He roared as he slammed into my lubed up hole. "Don't be wasting my seed now! Got it!"

"AAAGGGHH!! I-I-I'm s-s-sorry!!!" I cried out. Gods it's as if he was filling me up for the first time again.

"Grrrr! I'll be sure to teach you how to address me appropriately! Gah! Fuck yeah!"

Another hot load of his demon cum. More pressure buildup. More burning pain in my stomach. I was beginning to wonder if this wasn't a good idea to go with him after all.

I then felt him pull out, only to feel something else being stuck in my abused ass, but it didn't feel like his cock. It felt big, sure, but not as big or as long as him.

"There. Now you can never release my seed, at least until I want to use you again," he said with a cackle.

I turned around to look at him through the tears welling up in my eyes. "W-What did you do?"

"Simple. I plugged you up." He replied.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to react. It all felt hopeless until those large, sharp, deadly claws gently picked me up off the floor and daintily placed me on my back on the bed. I didn't mind the gesture, it was sweet in fact, but it only made me confused about my predicament and about him.

He then explained the sigil on my tummy and why keeping me plugged up was important, other than being kinky. From what I understood it, this sigil is what turned me into how I appear before you today, and his semen fueled that change. But, like with all forms of drastic changes, even with demonic magicks at play, it takes time for it to work.

After he explained his plan for me, for the first time since their raid, I was offered a bath and some clean clothes. He also explained his plans for "redecorating" the palace and surrounding village, whatever that meant. I'm sure I'll see many changes in time. After all, I'm merely the Demon King's personal sex slave at this point; I didn't particularly feel like his Queen just yet.

*     *     *

My first week as "Queen" felt more-or-less the same as when I was under the care of my parents. I mostly stayed in my chambers, dressed up to the nines to feel more feminine, walked the palace halls every so often, but mainly kept to myself.

Or I tried to, anyway.

The Demon King apparently had his minions "redecorate" the whole palace, just like he said, though it looked more like they were doing further vandalizing: rummaging through our family's possessions and trinkets, destroying royal paintings of us and generations past, and painting or carving sigils all over the place while doing their little chants. For the first time since I was little, I felt sad about my family and kingdom. Before my eyes I saw these devils destroy and corrupt everything I grew up with, everything that held a memory for me, happy or sad. And there was nothing I could do to stop them; I could only watch with conflicted feelings.

The sigils appeared to work their magic fairly quickly, slowly turning the stone walls, floors, and ceilings into a black obsidian, and repairing any décor that was previously destroyed but according to the Demon King's liking. I didn't realize it at the time, of course, but the way the palace looks now is beautiful in its own, special way; much better than the depressing drab of a typical royal family's home.

But what was the most beautiful was the throne room. And when I went to explore that on my second day as "Queen," I found my purpose to him.

They must've changed this first thing while I and my parents were hiding, because the "redecorating" appeared to be finished. Shiny, black obsidian-like stonework all around, a crimson red carpet leading right up to my father's and mother's former thrones, and several, black chandeliers made of twisted iron offering as much light as they could. The thrones themselves were transformed from their gold frames with decorative spires and lion's paws, to that black obsidian-like material with gorgeously curved spikes that resemble demon horns and hooves for the feet. He did keep the original red velvet cushions, I noticed.

I was so nervous going in there for the first time since the Demon King's raid. I remember only being allowed in there if my parents requested me to, or if they were elsewhere far away and left me in charge in their absence. Funny...

I could feel the plug in my ass shift with my gait, though it didn't feel like it was about to fall out anytime soon. It was a weird feeling for the first couple nights, but I eventually got used to this new restriction. My cage never came off either, not that I would want to remove it; I can't remember where the key was or if I had given it to one of the guards I'd have fun with. No matter. I never liked having male genitals to begin with.

But if I had been able to become erect at the sight before me as I entered the throne room, I would've been pitching a small tent in my dress.

He looked...bigger than our last few encounters. It was then I noticed his throne was much bigger than its original size, yet he still seemed to dwarf it. He towered over the other minions who watching him mercilessly pound another's ass. I could hardly see it under his large bulk, though I noticed how much its breasts and cock swung and shook as they fucked. Right then and there, I could feel my face flush and my tummy become warm under my dress. Thankfully it didn't feel like the sigil tattoo was burning through my skin anymore. I couldn't explain what it was, but this...desire came over me, one I had not felt before. I wanted to take its place under him...

Fuck I'm getting hot just remembering that feeling...

"Y-You requested my presence, my King?" I asked, nervous but excited.

"Yes!!! Mmfff!! Fuck yeah!!! Take it bitch!!" I heard him growl as he destroyed that demon's ass. He slammed his cock to the hilt, ignoring its screams. "Rrrrfff...give me a minute, dear."

I tried not to touch or play with myself or my plug as I watched. Getting railed by him was one thing, but watching him destroy one of his little minions was just as exciting. I wasn't sure if it was just the massive size difference between the two, but I could've sworn the Demon King looked...bigger than when I last saw him. From what I could tell between those massive, powerful legs of his, where his black, leathery skin accented his muscle beautifully, his cock looked slightly different than last time too. I didn't know for sure until he finally pulled out of the abused cock sleeve. Fuck was he huge! Larger than the many other times he fucked me! Seeing that knot and flare pop out of the demon's gaping asshole, coated with the King's cum, and then seeing him turn to me, still hard, leaking, a burning lust in his eyes as if they made the sigil on my belly glow and heat up again, not that he really needed to. And that burning desire grew more and more. I wanted that plug out and him in me. I wanted to feel his length fuck up my guts and bulge out my already pudgy belly.

"Step forward, my Queen," he ordered, stroking that massive horse cock of his that could rip me in half.

I did as I was told.

"You seemed to enjoy watching me rail that little demon, did ya?"

"Y-Yes my King," I said, somewhat nervous but also excited.

He grinned a toothy, evil grin, rotating his finger as if to order me to turn around. Of course, I obeyed, like a good Queen should for her King.

I lifted up my dress as much as I could to expose my tiny ass; well, it was tiny back then. He then not-so-gently took the plug out of me then got to work. Thank the gods he was pre-lubed from his last victim, because I think I threw out my voice with how loud and long I screamed when he put it in. I was so used to his smaller, humanoid one, that this knotted horse cock variant was a whole other level of pain and pleasure. If the flare at the tip wasn't a surprise entry, that fucking knot he rammed into me when he came after rearranging my guts and filling me up was something else...at the time, I wasn't sure if I was going to get used to that.

After ripping his cock out of me and plugging me up so as to not waste his seed, we then discussed his plans for the future of our new kingdom. I struggled to pay attention, as my belly began to glow again and his cum made me feel bloated and full, almost nauseous, if I'm going to be frank. I didn't know it at the time, but this was also when some of the minor changes began occurring, mainly what little body or facial hair I had began thinning and my skin became softer. I could feel the results of these changes as we discussed and, I will say, I quite liked the sensation.

*     *     *

A couple months into my new position had passed. Every day and every night, my King would rail my slutty ass several times, and he would plug me up after he was finished each time. I soon got used to it but, I will say, feeling him inside me and blowing his load to fill me up with more and more of his demon seed became an addiction. I wanted him. I craved him. I needed him. He definitely trained me well with taking both his "normal" and "horse" cocks with ease and little discomfort. It kept me grounded as a reminder that I'm still his anal fuck slave, despite having the title of Demon Queen. By now, I was practically permanently lubricated up enough for him to just slide his length inside my now plump butt and hip-smack those cheeks with ease.

Speaking of a bigger booty, the rest of my body was seeing significant changes as well. My boobs were starting to get much bigger at this point, almost the size to what you see today; I'd say they were getting to be around a C size then. My hips began to get wider as well, not to mention my thighs and, as mentioned, my ass began to get thicker too. It got to the point I could hardly fit in any of my original dresses and gowns anymore!

I was a bit sad about that. I had so many steamy memories wearing those whenever I'd sneak a quick fuck with some of the guards before my King took charge.

I will say, I think any little body hair on me singed itself off over time from that demon magic. That on top of a rigorous skin care routine, made my skin feel sooo smooth and soft to the touch. At this point, I wasn't sure if there were any more adjustments to my body coming my way. But, despite what all has transpired up to this point, I could never have been happier!

The rest of the castle was in much better shape by now too, though everything was unrecognizable by now. The stonework was that same, shiny, black, obsidian-like material as what I saw in the throne room. Red carpets, rugs, and tapestries all around, some plain, some with decorative etching, some with sigils similar to the one on my tummy. Any furniture, suits of armor, torches, candles, and any other décor matched the overall, demonic aesthetic that was the King's vision for this place. Portraits were mainly of my King himself, as if he was always watching me anywhere I went in the castle. I didn't mind, of course; I enjoyed seeing his handsome face anywhere I went. There were also some very extravagant and promiscuous murals that replaced the old paintings; I figured these must've depicted various rituals and prior conquests before they took over the capitol.

One night, I laid on my back on my King's bed after another breeding and training session, with his much larger body dwarfing me as he laid on his side next to me, rubbing my full and bloated belly as my violated body relaxed. Of course, like after any session with him, he made sure my well-used and well-lubricated asshole was plugged up for next time. I looked at the remains of the dress I wore prior to this, prompting me to ask him about a change in my wardrobe.

"Hmmm..." He pondered a moment, looked at my nude, used body up and down, and grinned that evil, devilish toothy grin of his that I adored so much.

I couldn't help but giggle. "What's going on in that head of yours, my King?"

"Let me ask you this, my dear: Have you seen I or any of my thousands of minions wear any amount of clothing?"

I had to think for a moment. "Mmmm not that I recall, except maybe just a loincloth? I don't recall the soldiers and guards wearing any armor either." I then began to rub those big, strong, tight muscles of his. I rarely get a chance to feel his skin in such a tender way; it felt leathery and always reminded me of scaly dragonhide. "I definitely have never seen you wear anything at all, my King~" I cooed.

He chuckled at that. "Right you are, my dear. You can see we're not so...prudish like you humans." He then kissed my forehead and began petting me up and down my body; rarely does he get this tender with me, but he'd also get me heated again when he does this. "And you are beautiful just as you are now~ Naked...used...ready for more use..."

"Jerk!~" I thought, giggling and smiling at him. Gods he's so handsome and sexy when he gets this way!

He continued. "But if you want to look a bit more...mmmm, decorated than the rest, I'll make it so."

The King snapped his fingers and a demon minion nearby stepped forward. Apparently it was on standby watching the show, given how it's breasts were perky and its much more reasonably sized cock was at full mast.

"See to it that my Queen gets a good bath, but do not dress her afterwards. I want her to feel comfortable and confident with her new body like the rest of us."

It acknowledged and bowed quickly as it held out a hand for me to take. I gave my King a quick kiss and a wave as I took the demon minion's hand, hobbling slowly to the bathing chambers covered in sweat, my black, wavy hair looking more of a mess than usual, and my thighs covered in my King's dried cum.

Just another day as the new Demon Queen, really. Haha!

Like many times before, I entered the all-too-familiar bathing chamber. By now it looked much more to my King's liking than whatever dilapidated remains of how I remembered it before he came along. Like many times before, the demon minion removed what shreds of dress remained on my body and tossed them in a heap to the side. Not to sound, um...prejudice or anything, but it was hard for me to tell if this was the same one who's bathed me many times before, or it just so happened to look similar to several others I've seen. Either way, I loved receiving its tender care when my King demanded it; in fact, I secretly enjoyed when my servants took care of me out of obligation, human or demon. It was a rare instance I felt any sense of dominance as a royal.

The demon minions looked less frightening and more...hehe...enticing the longer I've been in their presence, though I supposed having my King ravage me often has something to do with it. Their muscles looked just as strong and powerful as my King's, though their cocks and balls looked much smaller in comparison. In fact, they were smaller in comparison overall; they only came up to about my shoulders, not including the horns. While the minions with strong, broad pecs looked appetizing in their own right, I get enough of that masculinity from my King. I felt more companionship with the ones who appeared more feminine like me and had softer breasts rather than pecs; they still packed sizable genitals that I'd love to take up my well-seasoned and fully trained asshole.

I didn't know it at the time, but that opportunity almost came on this day. And, to this day, as I'm recounting my time as the Demon Queen to you now...I still deeply regret my actions.

I had used my usual charm on that poor sod like I did with the human guards, only now I had a pair of lovely knockers and a curvier figure to help. I figured this would be a cakewalk, given how horny all these demons seemed to be (no pun intended), all of whom were ready to fuck at a moment's notice.

"I'm sorry, your highness," it said in response to my teasing as it bathed me. "I cannot taint what is rightfully the King's."

"Awwww c'mon, it'll be fun! He doesn't have to know~" I distinctly remember the feeling of its rippling arm muscles as I tried to egg it on; I had hoped to touch the rest of its strong, chiseled body at that moment.

"Your highness...if I may..." The demon seemed to grip the sponge in its claw like it was a weapon as it tried to tell me off. "Y-You don't understand. It's not like you can sneak a quick fuck with one of us and get away with it."

I gave it a sultry look, hoping to ease its nerves. "I'm pretty sure I can, my dear; I have my ways~"

The demon let out a frustrated sigh. "Your highness, you are as beautiful as ever and I would love to have a quickie with that bubble butt of yours I keep getting to wash...b-but the King can e—"

Everything became a blur after that. I remember suddenly kissing the demon passionately, which, by the way, its breath and tongue smelled and tasted like burnt meat, so uh...lesson learned. I also remember rubbing both those strong, powerful shoulders and arms of it, its skin reminding me of my King's. I nearly forgot my cage was taken off for my routine cleaning, but I could feel my cock stiffen and leak and ache for release; it's always such a weird yet wonderful feeling. Then, right when I stood up in the tub and was about to climb out to let this handsome creature use me, there was a loud crash and a noise like lightning cracking throughout the bathing chamber.

Needless to say, my King was not happy as his horse cock variant was hard, ready, dripping, and impatiently waiting for a hate-filled, punishing fuck.

He snapped his claw and a purplish-red portal suddenly appeared. My heart sank when I saw the indescribable horrors that lie on the other side...I could only imagine how rancid the smell must be...gods and the sounds coming from it still haunt me to this day! With one swift motion, he firmly grabbed the demon minion by its head just enough to not totally crush its skull; I still remember how terrified the poor creature looked as it thrashed about, pleading for its pitiful life.

"You see this, Kass!" He roared, pointing to the portal. "THIS is the lowest level of Hell! Made for those who DIRECTLY disobey me, and for the most WICKED of human souls!" Completely ignoring the demon minion's pleas, he tossed it effortlessly through the portal, which then sealed up and vanished.

I could hardly register what I had just witnessed when he grabbed me and tossed me along the smooth, black, stone floor of the bathing chamber. He was much rougher than usual, slamming my head into the floor while forcing my ass up and my legs spread apart. I didn't have my buttplug in at this time, as that's always taken out and cleaned whenever I was bathed. He did not give any prep or warning. That massive horsecock of his went in me, whether I wanted it or not.

With every violent thrust of his cock, I felt my face rub against the stone more and more, to the point I swear my cheeks were scraping against it. It's as if the polish was getting undone, revealing the stone floor's roughness.

But that was the least of my concern.

It wasn't often I took his horsecock variant, but I was used to his girth by this point. In fact, I remembered screaming, begging for more as I felt my asshole stretch and strain against him.

"C-C'mon i-i-is that all you g-got! Fuuuck!" Yeaaaah, I was in a cocky, bratty mood at the wrong time.

I heard him growl in anger and pleasure as he shot his first load into me; I was pretty used to the amount of seed he'd pump into me every fuck session, even if he came in me multiple times. My cock ached and dripped more now, growing somewhat hard as it felt that sweet sense of relief from being locked up for so long. I remember reaching down to touch it and wanting so bad to release my own, useless seed onto the floor. But then both my arms were suddenly yanked behind my back by my King.

"You think you're getting relief from being out of your cage!? I think NOT!!"

Right as he said this, he pulled me back, resting me fully on his cock as my legs dangled off the floor. I looked down and noticed my belly felt much bigger than how it usually looked whenever he'd fuck me; even my growing breasts began to lactate a little. It actually hurt a little bit, if I'm going to be honest.

"W-Wait! What are you—AAGGGHH!!"

Suddenly a burning sensation came onto my genitals, instantly making me go limp. I squirmed and flailed about, but my King kept me close to his strong body with those massive arms of his. I saw him take a claw away from between my legs but didn't see any scarring or new tattoos or anything.

I remember looking up to him with tear-filled eyes. My heart raced as I struggled to breath from all this excitement. "What...What did you do to me?"

He smiled that evil, devilish smile of his as he lifted up my limp dick for me to see. "Let's just say...I made you a proper bitch."

All I felt was horror at what I saw then. I kicked and screamed to no end, but my King wouldn't let me go. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BALLS!?"

"Simple! I took them away!"

Right as he said this, he bodyslammed me flat on the floor and crushed me with his massive bulk. He went back to thrusting and pounding my slutty asshole and bubble butt, despite my cries of protest. With each and every thrust I could feel the floor crack and give way beneath us little by little. My tummy hurt. My ass hurt. My ribs and spine felt like they were going to break. I lost count of how many times he came in me too.

Gods...I still squirm just reminiscing that moment to this day; it hurt so good!

Once he was finally done with me and felt I was punished enough, he summoned several demon minions to heal any scrapes I had and wash me up...again. However my King stayed and watched this time. The sigil tattoo on my belly was shining bright and burned much more than usual, though it did calm down after I was in the tub again. When that was finished and I was all dried off and calmed down, he ordered me to stand in front of him with my wrists out and facing upward.

"You're getting some new marks today, my Queen." With a firm, burning grip, he grabbed both of my wrists for a brief moment. Around them were a pair of decorative band tattoos, complete with the same, strange symbols I've seen everywhere.

I took a moment to admire these fresh tattoos. "They look lovely!"

"Those are a reminder to both you and everyone else that you are mine and mine only."

He then ordered me to spread my legs apart, then pressed firmly against my groin area just above my limp dick. His touch burned and stung, but I kept still for my King until he was finished. Once he removed his hand, I looked down and noticed a familiar symbol that was slightly altered. I vaguely remembered it being the astrological symbol for Venus, I think, but there was a horizontal line through the circle part of it.

"That is a reminder of your punishment for tempting one of my minions to taint you. Further, it is also a reminder that you're nothing but my emasculated bitch, even if you may be the Demon Queen."

I felt my breath catch as I thought more on what he did to me. At the time, I was both relieved of having part of my masculinity removed permanently, but also saddened they were taken away so suddenly.

"Don't be so sad, my love. This is only the beginning of the rest of your life."

"T-The rest of my life?"

"Yes. I wanted to see how far I can push you and how far you're willing to stay submissive to me. You have proven yourself well."

He reached out his hand and I took it. I was nervous, but excited and curious as we walked together through the halls of our castle. Both of us were completely naked too. It was the one, rare feeling of tenderness we shared throughout my lifetime with him. The one moment where we actually felt more like an equal, royal couple than a master and a slave. It's a moment I will continue to cherish in my wicked heart forever.

*     *     *

I would consider this next event as my official coronation as the Demon Queen after my punishment, but there was no crown in sight. No crown, no fancy, symbolic relics passed down from the generations, no...nothing of the sort. However, when my King walked me into the throne room and down the aisle, it seemed like every demon of the realm was in attendance. Both sides of that long, wide room were filled to the ceiling with every kind of demon you could possibly imagine, many of which I've never seen before! Many seemed to cackle at the sight of my naked, soft, fleshy body next to our giant, mighty King, some expressed genuine smiles of pride, some didn't seem too happy, and some didn't have any mouths or facial features at all. I knew right away this was a big moment for not only myself, but for demon-kind as well.

As we walked together down that crimson-red carpet leading right to the thrones, I noticed parts of the very same outfit I still wear continually today. I'll admit, it was a bit terrifying being so exposed to all these horny demons, let alone knowing I'll have to wear something that would accentuate my body further the closer we got; yet I was still excited with anticipation nonetheless. What puzzled me more was that, while I still had my buttplug in, he didn't order me to put my cage back over my emasculated cock.

They must've used an old armor stand or dress form that survived their initial vandalizing of the castle many moons ago to display my new outfit: from a distance, it appeared to be a simple yet skimpy slave outfit that left nothing to the imagination. As we got closer, what caught my attention immediately was the black, leather harness adorned with spikes and intertwined into a pentagram shape above the chest area. I also noticed the sizable, bright crimson, leather collar on top, also adorned with spikes; it reminded me a lot of the collars hunters would put on their dogs for protection. Below that was a beautiful, crimson, transparent sarong-type skirt that looked as if it was made of the finest silk from the East. My heart began racing in anticipation moreso now after seeing this simple, yet revealing dress.

It stood next to my throne, waiting patiently for me to wear it with pride. On each side of the pair of thrones were two, very large demons much larger than the minions I'd see everywhere, but not bigger than my King. I had to push back the terrifying memory of their raid when I saw them, as they reminded me too much of the ones that broke into the bunker...I can't imagine what they did to those guards or my parents, and I did not want to know.

But this is supposed to be a happy moment, not one to reminisce on the scars of my past.

My King stood before me once we were in front of everyone there. He faced me and ordered me to get on my knees, pressing a large hand on my shoulder to keep me in place. His booming voice uttered something ceremonious, but I couldn't make out what he was saying; it's as if he was speaking in demon tongue. I've heard it many times before during my time here, but have never got around to learning it myself until recently. He then let go of me and looked down on me with such pride.

"Rise and step forward, my Queen," he ordered.

I did so without a word and was led towards my new outfit. The hulking demons guarding it turned me around to face the crowd of blackened, twisted faces (or lack of), a sea of yellow eyes of various shades dotted the blackness in front of me.

First, one of them asked my King something in demon tongue, then procured a new cock cage from behind my throne, resting gently on a red, satin pillow. The demon then proceeded to lock up my cock in a new cage. It didn't take long for me to get used to being caged up again, but this one felt...different, as if it was slowly shrinking itself to size in real time to fit snugly around my forever flaccid cock. Almost too snugly for my tastes.

"You're new cage, my Queen," the Demon King began. "You should be feeling its main feature now. Over time, not even I will be able to remove it. This will be permanently attached to you for the rest of your natural and unnatural life."

"T-Thank you, my King," I stammered in reply.

He nodded happily toward the two larger demons for them to continue. One of them fitted the transparent skirt around my hips, while the other situated the pentagram harness over my chest. It was a strange feeling having all that leather pressed snugly against my softer skin, but it felt nice nonetheless. I couldn't help but feel the smooth silk of the skirt while gently rotating my hips to let it sway a little without a care in the world. I slowly brushed my fingers along the leather of the harness and the decorative spikes that adorned its straps. My face began to feel red hot once I realized how much it accentuated my large breasts; gods I felt more exposed wearing this for the first time than when I walked down the aisle naked in front of a crowd.

He let out a booming chuckle as he stepped closer to me. "I'm glad you like what I picked out for you, my dear."

My King then slid a large hand across my belly as he walked behind me. He let those greedy hands of his wander and worship what was rightfully his property, letting them grope my supple breasts, pinch my nipples, grab a handful of my belly pudge, lift my skirt up to grope and slap my fat ass. Gooods why does he like being a tease sometimes!

I got lost in the moment when I heard him whisper in my ear.

"Now for the final touch," he hissed, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek and rubbing my bare neck.

I stood there tall and proud, head held high with my best features prominent for all to witness. I then felt his presence behind me once again, then heard a click behind me. Once again, I wasn't used to the feeling of snug leather against my skin, especially around something so vulnerable as my neck. But it seems my King took great care in designing my collar, as it felt like there was some soft felt lining the inside. I gently touched my new collar with my fingers just as I had with the harness.

Then, out of nowhere, I started to tear up a bit and threw my arms around my King, hugging his giant body as tight as I could. I could hear a murmur in the crowd as if this emotional outburst isn't orthodox for you demons. Even my King thought I was upset and tried to console me, but having a sense of purpose for once and not just a prize to show off got to me, even if I was owned by him. I realized I wasn't just his personal fuck slave; I was his. I was his Queen.

He smiled once he realized I was alright and continued with the ceremony, though speaking in my tongue this time. "To commemorate this occasion, she will get the Royal Mark on her body! This is to mark her as your Queen and to remind all of you to treat her as such! This also is to remind you to NEVER touch her without MY permission!"

A roar came from the crowd. In celebration for their new Queen or in protest that she was a human, I wasn't entirely sure. But I ignored it as my King did his thing with adding more tattoos on my body. This time, he placed his hand on the small of my back, right above the skirt around my wide hips. I winced as that burning sensation stung my back for a brief moment, then quickly subsided. One of the other demons held up a large mirror for me as it noticed I was struggling to see this tattoo and...well, the placement of it was unique and not what I'm used to seeing from other cultures. It was quite beautiful in its design and had a mix of tribal and occult influences. I got lost in seeing myself in this new getup for the first time. I'll admit, I looked oddly beautiful in a...different sort of way, though I could've used a little makeup and some jewelry or piercings. Ah well, at least my King was happy with how I looked.

He then said something else in that boisterous demon tongue that seemed to get the crowd all riled up and excited. Next, he stood in front of me and, once again, ordered me on my knees while forcefully pushing me down further this time. Next thing I knew, I was on my knees, face down against the stone floor once again, bubble butt high in the air, buttplug out.

"Now to show all your subjects how much of a slutty whore of a Queen you really are!"

He rammed himself right in. No mercy. Slamming my bubble butt with his strong hips I could hear the smacks reverberate among the cheers and roars of the horny crowd as he rammed my head into the floor. I couldn't tell what was happening until my King yanked the back of my harness, forcing me to look up among my subjects having one big orgy. Cheers and roars were replaced with moans and grunts as all of demonkind fucked and sucked each other. I saw two spitroasting one of the more feminine ones, another on its knees servicing a group with its mouth and hands, and there was even a line of them connected ass to cock. He could rile up a crowd, huh?

Right on queue, my tummy glowed as it has done so many times previously as it shook from his thrusts. However, this time I felt the small of my back warm up too and my cage began to tighten more around my swinging, flaccid cock. I wasn't sure if it was just gravity pulling on my large breasts or my King's magic seed he pumped into me, but they began to feel heavier. Where they growing? I couldn't tell at the time until everything was all done and dusted.

But gods be damned it felt good getting railed and crushed under my King in front of all my subjects! He even let me straddle on top of him and ride him home at my own pace, which felt different but was still fun! I made damn sure to show him how much I craved his cock, not once thinking of getting off that ride.

After he filled me up numerous times and plugged me up, and with the ceremony over, I was escorted to the bathing chamber. However, this time, he did so personally. In fact I vaguely remembered him carrying me there, but I was so dizzy from all that fucking. I do remember him stripping me of everything but the cage and washing me personally. I'll admit, it was...odd to see him perform such an act only reserved for his minions, but it was a special day, I suppose. Still, I did like seeing this more gentler side of him; in fact, I loved seeing this side of him. Moments like this remind me how much he really cares about me, and that I'm not just another fucktoy for him to use and abuse. But it was what he said that really sealed the deal for me.

"M-My King?" I stammered as he washed me.

"Yes, my Queen?"

"W-Why do you not get one of your minions to wash me instead?"

He paused and looked at me confused.

"I mean, you're the Demon King. Shouldn't you be demanding your minions to do this?"

He chuckled, then continued to wash me. "Well, first off, they are our minions now. Secondly, while you are still harnessed and collared with markings made by my hands, meant to be used as my sex slave whenever I demand it...you're still my Queen, and I want to treat you as such."

My face turned red as I looked away embarrassed.

"I'll admit...this is all new for me...demons aren't typically monogamous, and I'm sure some of our subjects are wondering why I've been acting so differently since I met you."

"How do you mean?"

He paused again, letting out a low growl that sounded like one of frustration. "Hmf...just get out of the tub so you can dry off!"

As I began to dry myself off, he suddenly wrapped his giant arms around my wet, towel-clad body; I swear he would have crushed my spine if he hugged me any tighter. He then finished drying me off for me, got my gear back on, and even allowed me time to take care of my hair and put on a little makeup for the first time since we met. I would've put on a pair of earrings, but the ones that survived the raid just didn't suit my getup anymore. Once I was all ready, plugged up, harnessed, collared, and dolled up, he put an arm around my waist.

"Come, Queen Kass. We have a big feast waiting for us in the dining hall."

*     *     *

She finished up her tale to the demon as she sipped on the last of her morning tea. "And ten years later, here I am!"

"What a story, your highness," the demon replied sincerely, resting its arms on the table. "To think the King would take on a human as his Queen is...unheard of. It's never been done before!"

Kass arched an eyebrow. "Really? I'd imagine demons would take on human pets or servants all the time."

"Wellll yes, but not in your case. Sometimes they'd take on a human for a time until they die or their purpose was fully fulfilled. Of course, you have those desperate ones offering their very soul to us," it said with a cackle.

"Oh...I see..." She looked down at her empty, porcelain cup, gently rubbing the side of it with her finger as a wave of grief washed over her. "So he'll just toss me away in the end unless I'm dead."

"Your highness! Why would you think of such things!?" The demon exclaimed, appalled at what she was saying. It then bolted up and moved to her side of the table, putting its claws out facing up. "Let me see your hands."

She looked at the demon confused, yet part of her seemed to trust it; clearly it knew a lot more than her about demonkind. Resting her hands on those blackened, sharp claws it had, the demon gave a gentle but firm grip on them in reassurance. For a time, they seemed to lock eyes with each other as she looked deep in those bright, yellow eyes against that twisted, charcoal face. Only a few moments passed until the demon let go of her, though it felt much, much longer than that.

"Hmmm...just as I thought," it said, resting its claws on its wide hips.

"What is it?"

It then took a seat next to her. "The King isn't getting rid of you anytime soon. You are also unable to die, now that he's pumped so much of his seed into you by now."

She flashed a small smile, letting out a happy sigh. She then looked off to the side for a moment, then back towards the demon. "So...what will happen to me, then?"

"Simple. You'll be his for eternity and will forever be our Queen!" It then bowed to her.

Kass giggled, then smiled at the thought, though that smile quickly became a wicked grin. "I quite like the sound of that."

"That's the spirit!" It then stood up and took her empty mug for her. The demon began walking away but paused for a moment. "Oh! one more thing before you leave, your highness..."

She was already standing but waited patiently for the demon to speak. "Yes?"

"You've been an amazing Queen all these years, even if you're a human woman. It's different but...it's a nice change." It then bowed one last time and disappeared into the kitchen to finish up its duties.

Kass stood there for a moment longer before heading out of the dining hall, arms folded just under her bare breasts, though careful not to press too hard on the spikes of the harness. She walked slowly down the corridor towards the throne room for her daily briefing with her King. As she did so, a few other demons passed by her and briefly acknowledged her presence with reverence; some out of formality, some out of joy in seeing her, though some cackled and snickered at her. It did take some time for many to get used to her as Queen, but it was nice having that reassurance that she was a welcomed change to their kingdom.

On her way, she came across a tall mirror in the corridor and decided to stop for a moment. She looked herself up and down, dressed more like a slave than a queen, yet the body she had was more than she's always wanted. No longer did she look like the young, skinny prince of traditional nobility that didn't really care for his so-called antics of playing dress-up. Instead, she was a mature, powerful woman, second highest in command of demons and not pitiful, petty humans. Standing in front of the mirror tall and proud, admiring her plump and curvy figure, who's beauty was only accented by the leather, sarong, and collection of tattoos and piercings on her body, she noticed something...off. Standing much closer to the mirror and leaning forward, she noticed something about her eyes.

"What the...?" She blinked a couple times and rubbed them, careful not to accidentally mess up her mascara or eye shadow. "When did that happen?" She murmured to herself as she noticed her eyes matched the same yellow color as the other demons, though it was only her irises that changed color. She stood fully again, more curious than concerned about this change. If her King didn't know about this already, then he'll be in for a surprise when they meet.

But right now, all she had on her mind was seeing her King and either riding on his lap or having him plow her ass under the table as he conducted the meeting. Regardless of position, she felt herself quiver happily at the thought of having his cock in her ass once again.