Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

A dense musk of sex, sweat and ammonia lingered in the room as Asmodeus gripped the plump hips of Lumina, his wife. His fingers sank ever so faintly into the flesh, now covered in countless deep purple marks shaped like fingers.

"Hnnng!?"

The obscene moans of his wife echoed throughout the room, masking the vulgar pop as he slowly dragged his half-erect mass from her swollen asshole.

’What an amazing ass...’

Her opening rippled while messily dribbling with sticky threads of his seed.

"Did you like that, my dear wife?"

Lumina remained folded beneath him for several breaths, her silver hair scattered over the sheets while her eight arms lay in varying states of exhaustion around her. One hand weakly reached backwards, pressing against the bruised swell of her ass as though confirming that it still belonged to her.

"Did I like it...?" she repeated, voice hoarse from screaming.

Then she turned her head enough to glare at him from the corner of one garnet eye.

"You fucked my ass until I forgot my own fucking name, husband." Her lips twitched despite the accusation. "And now you’re asking whether I enjoyed myself?"

’Arrogant bastard... he already knows.’

A faint tremor ran through her thighs when another warm thread slipped from her abused hole. "Yes," she finally muttered, quieter now. "I liked it far too much.... ah.... It’s leaking.... don’t listen!"

Asmodeus laughed beneath his breath, one hand soothingly rubbing the same flesh he had spent so long abusing. "Oh my... your little ass looks rather lovely, care for another round, my lovely wife?"

"W-Wait... don’t.... if you touch me now, I’ll piss myself..." Lumina slowly rolled onto her side, wincing before immediately pretending she had not, then caught his wrist with two hands and dragged his palm onto her waist. "So, to make it up to me, you should hurry up and carry me to the bath."

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow. "That sounded suspiciously like an order."

"It is an order," she replied without hesitation, then pointed lazily toward the bathroom with another hand. "Your beloved wife can barely walk because some inconsiderate demon spent the last few hours treating her like an expensive whore."

"You begged for most of it."

"Irrelevant."

"You demanded I go harder, while begging me to spank you..."

"Also irrelevant." Lumina’s expression remained perfectly serious for three seconds before breaking into a tired, filthy grin. "Besides, what sort of husband listens when his wife says something stupid while horny?"

"The type that likes to see her squirt...?" He tilted his head.

"Y-You...!?"

There was a strange lingering scent that drove him mad, as if all her pheromones were designed to make his cock harder than an iron pipe.

"Lumina... you’re so beautiful."

Squelch~

"Ack... don’t put your finger in my ass while saying nice things!"

Asmodeus couldn’t help but want to push her down and continue their lovemaking... this time a little softer, more affectionate. No. Maybe it was due to his evolution, losing more of his humanity and becoming an existence that was infinitely honest with his desires.

A demon of blood, war and lust.

"W-Why is your cock still...."

He just leaned back, gently caressing her plump flesh with a smirk on his lips. "Have you not seen your ass in the mirror?"

"Asmodeus!"

"Hahaha, you truly are impossible... how can a single woman be so cute?"

"....Please stop staring at my gaping ass when saying such things," Lumina replied while glaring back at him with a cold, reproachful gaze.

Asmodeus stared at her for a moment, then shook his head. "You truly are impossible."

"And yet you married me."

Lumina reached up, caught him around the neck with two arms, then used another pair to tug the ruined sheets away from her sticky body.

"So take responsibility."

Her voice softened as she pulled him closer, forehead resting against his chest while the last traces of her vulgar performance faded into familiar affection.

"Carry me, wash me, and bring something sweet afterwards." Asmodeus slipped one arm beneath her knees and another behind her back. "Anything else, Your Majesty?" Lumina immediately wrapped several arms around him as he lifted her.

"Yes." She kissed his jaw, then whispered near his ear with exhausted satisfaction.

"Tomorrow, you’re letting me be on top."

"Tomorrow?" Asmodeus echoed while carrying her towards the adjoining bath, amusement curling through his voice. "After all that boasting, you need until tomorrow?"

’Though I don’t know if my other wives will let you keep me for that long...’

Asmodeus glanced towards the window, noticing the figure of two women had vanished midway during his fun with Lumina.

’Riel and Sari seem to be holding a grudge...’

Lumina narrowed her eyes, though the effect was somewhat ruined by how comfortably she nestled against his chest. "I currently have several legitimate complaints regarding my ability to walk." Two of her arms tightened around his shoulders, while another lazily pinched his cheek. "Besides, a queen should occasionally permit her husband to enjoy victory." She paused, garnet eyes gleaming. "Occasionally."

"Hm. How generous."

"I know."

The bathing chamber was already warm, pale steam drifting above the broad stone pool while softly glowing crystals illuminated the water from beneath. Asmodeus lowered Lumina carefully beside the edge, only for her to catch his forearm before he could straighten completely.

"Where are you going?"

"To prepare the bath?"

"It appears prepared."

"To find your wine and sweets?"

"Later."

Lumina tugged him towards her, not letting him escape.

"Get in."

Asmodeus stared at her, grinning bitterly at the touch of blush on her porcelain cheeks.

"You’ve recovered remarkably quickly."

"I haven’t recovered at all." Lumina grimaced while lowering herself carefully into the warm water. "Which is precisely why my inconsiderate husband should stop arguing and join me."

A quiet laugh escaped him before he followed.

The water climbed around his waist, carrying away the sweat and grime clinging to his body. Lumina watched him settle against the smooth stone, her teasing expression gradually fading as he turned away from her.

For several seconds, she said nothing. Then two warm hands touched his shoulders, as if searching his body for changes. She traced each muscle, bone and contour while gazing affectionately with all eight eyes.

’... He’s changed again.’

Lumina moved closer, settling behind him as her palms slowly travelled across the breadth of his back. His shoulders had always been broad, his body shaped through battle rather than vanity, but now there was something subtly different beneath her fingers.

"You... are you alright?" She asked, her tone and voice trembling ever so slightly.

"Hm?"

Asmodeus tilted his head as if confused, but soon smiled back as if noticing her meaning.

"It’s a little different, but this seems to be my true nature and form... do you not like it?"

"I...."

If she could be honest, there was a bit of nostalgia for his human form, those blue eyes... and his blond hair that stole her heart for the second time.

But now... as she traced his bronzed, tight, muscular body. Thick and tall like a god of war, her hands slipping and sliding, taking in every inch of his body.

’Even his natural state is huge... Ah... what am I doing?!’

Her hands quickly released the growing shaft and slid along his thighs. Every muscle seemed more sharply defined without becoming grotesquely swollen, as though his body had discarded anything unnecessary and rebuilt itself purely for violence.

"Your back became wider."

She placed her face against his shoulder blade, gently breathing as the water constantly poured and refilled from the miniature waterfall.

Asmodeus glanced over his shoulder.

He grinned at her hands still unable to stop copping a feel of his manhood, each time she pulled away like a chaste virgin.

"That is what you noticed?"

"One of several things."

Two more hands joined the first pair, slowly spreading warm water across his skin. Lumina traced the edge of his shoulder blades, following the powerful muscles down either side of his spine.

"You feel different."

Her fingertips paused over an old scar.

Lumina remembered that one.

A pale line crossed beneath his shoulder blade, faint enough that another woman might have overlooked it entirely. Her thumb followed its uneven path with unexpected tenderness.

"This remained."

Asmodeus glanced down.

"Apparently."

"I thought your regeneration would erase everything."

"I like to remember some scars... because I got them for a reason."

"Some scars seem stubborn."

"Like their owner."

He laughed softly.

Lumina smiled, although her eyes remained upon his back.

Another scar rested lower, half-hidden beneath newly thickened muscle. Then another near his ribs. Marks from battles, mistakes, victories, moments when he had returned covered in blood and pretended nothing could possibly have happened to him.

Her fingertip slowly followed one.

’How many times did I almost lose him?’

That thought came quietly, without the earlier heat.

Lumina leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his back while several arms loosely surrounded him.

"You’re becoming frightening, dear husband."

Asmodeus tilted his head.

"You’re frightened?"

"Don’t be stupid."

She kissed the scar beneath his shoulder.

"I said you’re becoming frightening."

Another kiss followed, softer.

"Your muscles are harder, your scent changed, even your skin feels different." Her nails traced lightly along his abdomen from behind. "And whatever happened during that evolution has apparently made certain other things completely unreasonable."

"Ah."

He couldn’t help but smile at her comment, as she blushed and turned away after speaking.

"Did it satisfy you?"

Lumina’s eyes widened as she pictured the messy sheets and huge amounts of her webbing and fluids that soaked the bed, making it unfit for use.

"There it is."

"What?"

"That smugness."

"I said nothing."

"You didn’t need to."

Lumina pinched his side, trying to fight him, but Asmodeus caught one of her wrists, laughing as she immediately attacked him with three others.

"Woman."

"Monster."

"Spider."

"Incubus."

"Eight-armed nuisance."

Lumina rested her chin upon his shoulder.

"Your wife."

The teasing disappeared from his face, and he caressed her cheeks.

"Yeah, you are my wife."

For some reason, those simple words still made warmth bloom beneath her ribs. Lumina clicked her tongue, hiding her smile against his shoulder.

"Turn around."

"Another order?"

"Yes, because your wife wants to inspect what else changed."

Asmodeus slowly turned within her arms.

Lumina’s garnet eyes immediately travelled downward across his chest, then returned to his face as a wicked little smile appeared.

"Oh..."

He raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Lumina."

"Absolutely nothing, dear husband."

’His chest is bigger too...’

Her hands were already touching it, kneading and caressing the firm muscles before she bit her lip and glanced up at his handsome face.

’...Fuck, I want him to rail me in the bath...’

Asmodeus looked down to meet her gaze. "Oh?" He could smell a sweet, enticing scent lingering on his lovely wife’s body. "You have eight hands, and yet absolutely no restraint or sense of chastity."

Lumina squeezed experimentally before it grew once again, the evil, grotesque mass that blew her mind while it changed the shape of her insides.

Yet before she knew it, she was lowering herself onto him, letting that demonic thing pierce her flower once again.

"Why would I waste such excellent advantages? Come now... don’t you want to keep going, my love?"

Of course, Asmodeus wouldn’t turn her down. He grabbed her tightly, almost crushing her in his embrace as her softness enveloped his unrelenting rod.

"What a wonderful wife you are, Lumina."

To which she covered his lips with hers and grunted. "Shut up and fuck me!"