Patron Reward: The New Demon Lord (Patreon)

A donor reward for this month! A setup for a new series where a common boy accidentally becomes a lord of evil in a fantasy setting and takes over his powers. And naturally, summoning his slutty shortstack minions.

Finn woke up laying among his toppled cart with his head spinning. The farm boy wasn’t sure what had happened to cause this much damage to his ride. He got back to his feet, the blonde young man finding no real damage beyond a few bruises or some light tears in his peasant clothes.

His cart had taken the worst of it. It had crumbled to pieces when it tipped over and his horse had run off when it found itself free. Finn remembered seeing a small lizard crossing into the road too late to stop or avoid it. It must have spooked the horse or caused it to trip if it did this much damage.

“WHOA! Not a lizard!” he blurted as he went to investigate the front of the wreckage. A smoking, blackened skeleton was laid out before him with several of the bones in its torso split apart. One of its splayed out hands bore an ornate black ring, which became more and more apparent as the bones started to melt into a dark liquid that seeped into the ground and vanished.

Finn was too stunned to run or go get help. There was nothing they could do anyway besides give him a ride because whatever he had actually run over was thoroughly dead. He was still deciding what to do when the ring started to quiver. Finn took a careful step back but it flew at him like a shot, inserting itself smoothly over his finger.

“You…” a dry and cryptic voice spoke from everywhere around his head.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t do anything! I couldn’t even see him! I think he turned into the lizard and-”

“By right of combat, you bear his mantle. All hail the new Demon Lord.”

“Excuse me?” Finn asked, surprised to hear the voice no longer threatening him.

“It’s Santa Claus rules,” the wispy voice summed up. “You have become what you have slain. Now claim what is yours. Claim your first minion.”

“Claim? How do I do that?”

But the voice was gone. He couldn’t feel its overbearing presence or hear its spooky words. He looked at the ring uncertainty.

“Wow, I don’t even know what I’d want in a minion. How do you even-?”

In a split second, a red portal opened just in front of him. It spat out two squat, naked humanoid creatures who were tangled up with each other, slapping and pulling at the other’s hair.

“I was gonna eat that, ya pipsqueak!” the red one barked, not even seeming to notice Finn staring at them. He hadn’t encountered so much as a slime in his sleepy part of the country, let alone demons.

“Not my fault your fat ass is too slow, chunky!” the purple one snapped right back.

They were both short with extremely feminine builds. They had thick hips and tits, but they were clearly different sorts of demons. The red imp had big, unruly hair with a bit of a pot belly to go with her fat booty and tits. She bared her teeth at her foe, showing them to be strangely large and wolf-like, and her narrow eyes had the look of a particularly irritated snake.

The second had purple skin but with patches of green fur on her limbs and parts of her torso. It gave her a passing resemblance to a frog and a monkey while keeping her mostly human (if an especially thick one) shape. She had big, bright eyes and full lips, and as she struggled with the other demon she showed that she had opposable toes like a monkey. She did so by raising one of her legs and spanking the red one on the ass as easily as if it were her hand.

“Uh… excuse me? Did I summon you?” Finn asked innocently enough.

The demons stopped their bickering suddenly and stared up at him. Their annoyed expressions quickly turned to stunned recognition.

“Ah shit! It’s the new boss!” the purple demon gasped. She shoved the other plump little demon off of her and hurried to her feet. She snapped off a salute while the red creature floated a few feet off the ground and copied the gesture, both imps thrusting out their bouncing bosoms.

“Reporting for duty, sir!” the flying imp chirped as if they hadn’t just been scrapping in front of him. “Skeetch here from the rings of Greed, Lust and Gluttony!”

The red imp’s cheeks puffed up as she held something in, just to open back up and let out a long belch. A few tongues of flame came past her lips in the process.

“Ritz reporting in!” the purple and green one added on. “Specializing in Lust, Gluttony and Pride, at your service!”

“Both from lust and gluttony?” Finn asked as he looked them over. The two hellish and curvy shortstacks nodded. “That’s the first thing that’s made sense all day.”

Finn certainly hadn’t summoned them knowingly, but they did seem to fit the bill. Even just watching them get distracted from their saluting to kick and slap at each other again, their intense curves and exotic looks were already getting him aroused. Neither seemed especially bright or focused, but he supposed that wasn’t important for being his sexy minions.

“Alright! That’s enough,” he said with what little sternness he could muster. That was still enough for Ritz and Skeetch to stop swatting at each other and turn back to him.

“I’m not going to stand for you two arguing the whole time you’re… minioning. So let’s set you two straight with each other and bond over something you can both agree on.”

Both imps paused before their eyes roamed down to Finn’s crotch. He blushed from their shameless staring, but it did serve to get him even harder.

“Of course we should probably step off the road before anyone sees you,” he added quickly. “Let alone what we’re about to do.”

“Aye aye, boss!” the girls agreed for once.

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Once they were suitably out of sight in the woods, Finn couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough for the imps. He had barely started on his belt when they both pounced on his lap, wrestling his throbbing cock out of his pants. Ritz and Skeetch locked their mouths onto it, moaning and sucking like it was the first thing they’d had to eat in months. The drooling, ditzy demons seemed to ignore their petty rivalry as long as it meant having their master’s dick in their mouths, barely seeming to notice as their lips and lengthy tongues intermingled on his flesh.

Finn moaned from their strange but talented blowjobs, finishing undressing to be as naked as they were. They slurped and slobbering on his dick, moaning as their pea brains grew even more ineffective as they were clouded by lust.

Ritz finally scrambled up Finn’s body, her nimble hands and feet clinging to him like her frog and monkey-like features suggested. Her new master’s hands went right to her thick ass, getting her to moan deeply. Her drool ran over her pouty lips before her long tongue lapped it back up, just to lean in and kiss him full on the mouth. He felt a whip-like tongue (both in length and thickness) push its way into his mouth, tongue-kissing him to some unclear depths down his throat. Finn’s arousal and growing confident in his new position urged him to smack her on her meaty purple ass. Ritz let out a shrill squeak as her tongue recoiled, arching her back to mash her fat tits into his chest.

“OOH! Thank you, masty~! Ritzy loves her spanks~!” she chimed in an even bubblier and shriller voice than before. Her wide eyes were even wider and glassier than before, giving her an even ditzier and more bimbo-like look than before. He grabbed her by her wide hips and lifted her up to his face, burying his tongue into her bare wet slit. Her opposable toes squeezed at his shoulders as she let out a delighted squeal, humping his face rapidly along with his oral pleasures.

Skeetch stayed around his shaft, sucking and licking everything until she was belching again between swallowing mouthfuls of drool. She ground her plump jugs against his shaft before deciding to have her cake and eat it to, so to speak. She floated right in front of Finn’s shaft, turning away and slowly easing it into her pussy from behind. The red imp’s eyes rolled back and she purred as she wiggled herself into place, her thick tongue rolling out of her mouth. It stretched out to reach beneath her, wrapping its wet surface around Finn’s balls. She humped and slurped his package all at once, tasting him while still having him inside her.

“Fuck yea, boss! You got suck a fuckin’ sweet cock! So much goddamn better’n the last lord, mother fucker!” Skeetch ranted, spilling her foul language out past her extended tongue like it wasn’t a factor. Finn humped against her ass, pumping inside her pussy hard enough to rock the floating imp back and forth in the air.

“Oh! Oh, masty!” Ritz ranted in her shrill voice. Her chubby thighs squeezed around his face, holding him inside her as he licked her while fucking Skeetch. Her pussy was overflowing with arousal that he had to noisily slurp up her juices just to let himself keep breathing clearly.

“I can’t… I wanna… ummm… permission to cum, sir?!” she finally pieced together.

“Mmfmmf,” Finn replied, trying to approve. Even if he’d wanted to pull his face out from her sloppy pussy, he wasn’t sure he could escape her squeezing thighs. Thankfully, his magical control over them seemed to override their ability to hear him. Skeetch gave a loud gasp before her and Ritz broke into screaming orgasms. Their soft little bodies tightened up, squeezing around his face and cock as they practically vibrated in pleasure. Finn’s dick swelled and shot a heavy load into Skeetch, flooding the red imp’s pussy until her strangely deep twat for her size was leaking his fertile mess.

“Ohhh fuck yea,” Skeetch sighed, floating in place. Her belly swelled from his heavy cumshot, whether pregnant or simply stuffed more than her little body was used to. It was just another reminder that Finn had a lot to learn about demons.

The three were coming down from the afterglow of pleasure when a voice called out from the direction of the road.

“Excuse me. Would you kindly come closer?” a soft and polite voice called into the woods. Finn paused, wondering how he would explain the two naked demons and his tattered clothes. On the other hand, it definitely didn’t sound like one of the local guards.

“Master Finn, if you’re not properly dressed, that’s entirely fine. I’ve come prepared with several sets of clothes more befitting of your status.”

“Ah,” Finn noted awkwardly. “So this is another demon thing.”

Ritz and Skeetch looked to him and shrugged. They gathered up and handed him his clothes. Finn at least put on his pants before walking the short way back to the road.

There was a luxuriously large and black carriage awaiting him with a pair of skeletal horses at the front. Standing between him and it was an androgynously attractive elf with purple-black skin and long silvery hair. He was sharply dressed in a simple suit befitting of a butler or an especially classy waiter.

“Lovely to see you, my lord,” the dark elf greeted. “And I see you’ve already selected your underlings. Fine choices, sir.”

The elf stepped aside and opened the door to the carriage for him.

“I suggest you come along, sir. Your manor awaits its new master.”