The Harem of Evil (Patreon)

My original thought with this one was a team of evil assassins serving a vague dark lord figure. They’d cross the land of good undercover, having their evil fun and trying to kidnap a princess, only to find out she’s in a rebellious stage and showing her a good time out in the world. I couldn’t really find a foothold on that one and it somehow became this.

There’s definitely fun ways to tell an evil story. More and more people are realizing we don’t need a good or likeable person to have a good story. It’s better than a good person we don’t like or understand. Then again, the idea of “what if the bad guy was the good guy all along and good is actually evil?” got old for me after the first time I heard it. I’m not saying make the evil overlord a good person. I’m just saying make them a person. Or not! Just so long as we can see their logic, so long as it’s more interesting than “I want lots and lots of money.” So I’ve done a lot of evil overlord stories, and I don’t think ANY of them have actually been good people. The closest you’ve got is Overlord’s Harem, where the guy’s just a lazy wizard. He wants to live in a tower and have skeletons make him a nice breakfast. It just happens that he has to murder a few people to get that. Meanwhile The Lusting Swarm had a guy who’s 100% asshole, trying to murder his way to the top, gets caught, and goes crazy with revenge to the point of not caring about humanity anymore because he has a fuckable race of minions now.

Lias here is sort of in between. I vaguely explain that he lived in sort of the shitty part of the world where monsters live and make life kind of sucky. Then it turns out if you get a charismatic and smart leader, having a country full of monsters and people who can survive inhospitable lands and said monsters make a hell of an army. Now he’s just conquering everything cuz he can and because people aren’t going to put up with that for long. He needs a bunch of strong people to back up his plan, so he has his elite generals who’re all dying to get on his dick while barely containing the urge to kill each other to have him all to themselves.

Writing the intro pages was fun too. Just some classic “this guy’s a badass” posts as they tear people apart by the dozens.

There was a time when Twizera was nothing but a small country. One of strong but disorganized creatures and cultures forced to remain within its borders after so many sudden attempts at war or rebellion. Many monsters of all sorts lived there, and even the occasional tribe of humans. They were always strong and brutal to survive the dangerous land and company that came with Twizera, at least until one young man was born. His exact origins remain unclear to all but precious few, and they show no signs of sharing the details.

In truth, this past would be unimportant. Exactly how a normal-looking young man rose to power is shocking and baffling, but somehow his diplomatic charisma and mind for strategy more than made up for his lack of physical or magical power. The forgettable “runt” of a human became Lias the Great. He was present when the walls of Twizera fell at the hands of orc bombers and some carefully placed poison. He oversaw the fall of the dwarven capital and made their king bow before he died. He now rode through the world, leading his armies from the back of his tamed behemoth lumbering several stories above them. The small land of Twizera grew wider and wider until the entire world was either a part of or feared what was becoming The Twisted Realm.

Some cultists or broken clerics claimed he was part of some dark prophecy; the only possible means he could have rallied such a terrible army. Others said he wove some complex and subtle spell that weakened the minds of those around him. Others spoke of the king of devils reincarnating into his ruthlessly black heart.

One guy said he was actually a teenager from a much more modern world who died in his dimension and came here. That man was found to be highly intoxicated and had never met the Lias the Great in his life, but was sentenced to be pulled apart by dragons all the same.

Regardless, all reports confirmed Lias as a young man of slim and unimpressive build. Whatever his gifts, strength in combat was not one of them. It was why he was surrounded by his army at all times, even the skies around him patrolled by flying beasts and their riders. It was clear that he would not have made it a fraction as far as he did without his muscle, namely four generals that were his most terrible warriors, leaders and enforcers.

Lavine Manslayer, Jejak the Mad, Diedre Manyface, and Malix the Red. The King of Devils was an omen all of his own. His towering mount on the horizon marked the death or recruitment of whatever kingdom got in his sights. When one was in the presence of one of his four generals, all hope was lost.

They were never far from Lias’ side, so while the further reaches of his army could be possibly held off for a while, the four deadliest women known to man, elf or demon made such a battle unwinnable. Even the chaos of the massive battlefield of Kaldarash, the generals navigated it like an old home.

“Squads Two! Four! Five! Take their left flank! I’ll take the right for myself!” Lavine bellowed.

The huge and muscular human woman had hair like rusting gold; radiantly blond but forever specked with blood. She towered over her own kind, born into the barbarian tribes of Twizera. In fact, she was the elder sister to Lias himself. Much larger and stronger than her brother, she was the right hand to his tactical mind. She wore black chainmail hanging across her large breasts and hips, leaving her thick, scarred muscles exposed on her arms. She held a massive broadsword in one hand and a pack with dozens of javelins hung on her back since she had decided bows didn’t allow her to kill fast enough.

Lavine Manslayer waded into the opposing army, piercing a thick shield and three human torsos with one throw of her spear before she even reached them. The forces of elves and high-orcs crumbled in her wake. Their slashes drew blood on her arms, spawning the starts of fresh scars. They only made Lavine laugh, loud and arrogant.

“Pathetic! Such pathetic excuses for men! You have no hope! You are all corpses waiting for my permission!”

Bodies piled up around her, butchered by her blade. A bold swordsman who may have been a hero in a brighter world leapt over the fallen at her, but she caught him by the throat. She smiled madly as she squeezed tighter, kissing his gagging and drooling lips lightly in her mind-numbing bloodlust.

“Only one man tastes me and lives,” she purred, headbutting him hard enough for a deep, unsettling crunch to announce his broken skull and neck.

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The orcs of Twizera were huge and brutish in their own right. Orcs and half-orcs in the Realm of Light were solid beings but these orcs were all but neanderthals, closer to ogres than men. The big green brutes raised bows loaded with sharpened saplings while readying axes and machetes that could fell a healthy tree in a swing or two.

“MARGAH!” Jejak shrieked ahead of them.

“GOR! GRUH!” they chanted back in perfect unison.

“MARGAH!”

“GOR!! GRUH!”

Even in orcish, it was a nonsensical warcry. Ancient and brainless, it seemed to devolve them even further into brutes of unstoppable strength. It was only invoked by the highest of orc leaders, and as tiny as she was, Jejak was only outranked by Lias the Great himself.

Like Lias himself, no one could have guessed that a goblin would become the queen of the orcs. She had been raised as one of their own by a particularly sympathetic couple of warriors, knowing that it would be a hard life. For one half their size, Jejak learned to fight with the ferocity and strength of five orcs. Some of the older warriors in her army stood behind her with gruesome bite scars or missing eyes from fighting against her rise to power. The busty little creature wore a loincloth and a few thick patches of dragon skins bound onto her with chains. Despite her large chest, her main body was lean, and her arms and legs were all dense with raw muscle. Dried, blackened oil had been poured on her shaved head as part of their war rituals, staining trickling streaks down her head, face and shoulders. One streak trailed down her arm to where she gripped her huge, black-headed hammer.

With a feral screech, Jejak dropped to all fours and scrambled at the opposing armies. The raging orcs raced after her like they were trying to get there in time to have something to kill before she was done with them. The odds seemed surprisingly low as Jejak dove head-first into a knight, cracking his breastplate with her skull while sending him toppling over. She shrieked mindlessly as she leapt on him, stomping up and down with her breasts bouncing wildly until gore oozed out of the helmet. All the while she swung her warhammer around with all the grace of an ape bone, but sent large men flying as she cracked their bones to powder.

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“Fall back, men!” a scarred old human man called. “Forces in the rear! Stop their ambush!”

“Aye, commander! Fall back!” a foot soldier replied. He waved his men over just before a hail of arrows rained down on their backs.

The commander nodded to himself, just before the exact same man grabbed him by the arm. The newly arrived one scowled hatefully as he drew a dagger.

“What treachery is this?” he snarled as he stabbed the clone in the stomach. The duplicate stared back at him calmly as he heard a pathetic clink from his blade. His looked down to see a few inches of skin had turned into moving stone, snapping off the tip of his knife.

“It’s not treachery if I was never on your side, handsome,” the fake commander purred in a sultry tone.

Diedre Manyface shifted back into her natural shape of a curvy, blue-haired, gray-skinned mountain elf in nothing but nearly translucent silks. Her mastery of spycraft and shapeshifting magic had been quickly scouted by Lias, and her subtler maneuvers had slain as many leaders and soldiers as any of the more direct generals.

“Manyface!” the commander shouted in horror. “Spy! Don-”

Diedre calmly turned her hand into a mantis’ claw and shredded it across his face, silencing him with a grim gurgle.

“Ah well. Blunt instruments it is,” she mused with a small smile of her black-painted lips. She glanced over to ensure the poison grenades she’d planted were going off in the background before she morphed into a raven, flying off into the air before any soldiers could grab her. She gave a short, gauging circle above them before she changed again. She dropped from the air as a spike-covered turtle the size of a house, casually crushing and impaling anything around her.

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Malix the Red was one of the few full-blooded demons to walk the earth. Her suitably red skin made her Hellish origins clear, if her long pink hair, bizarrely tall and skinny build, and large, backward curled horns weren’t enough. She was seven feet tall in revealingly loose robes that were a sexualized mockery of the more common clerics. Lias had freed her from a binding amulet and had Malix’s undying devotion, as well as her extensive arcane powers.

Spellcasters on both sides were locked in a stalemate. The forces of Light were maintaining barriers and taking potshots, attempting to hold out against the more powerful dark magics.

“It seems they lack faith in our lord’s powers!” Malix gushed joyously as she stepped to the front of the line.

“They resist the inevitable, my fellow children of mana. Ready yourselves and I shall convince them that destiny is real and here to claim them.”

She swept her hair back theatrically, smiling proudly at her little performance. She was a zealot of Lias, to be sure, but sometimes they needed a little extra flourish to keep them blindly loyal. She strode across the no-man’s-land between the wizards, spotting a small opening appearing in their barrier. One spellcaster shot a lightning bolt through the crack right at her, but she held out a hand. Its energy pooled up just short of her palm, forming a crackling ball that she casually tossed into her mouth and swallowed like it was a cherry.

“I’m not sure where you got the idea we were on the same level. I draw my power from Hell itself!” she announced to the enemy as she approached. “And let me tell you, it does not compare to what terror the King of Devils can bring upon you.”

Her otherworldly senses picked up on them readying a bigger spell. She was powerful and all, but magic could do a lot of crazy things with enough time and effort. Malix let her magic reach out and grab hold of as many minds as she could, wrenching them in the direction she desired.

“Come now! Such a waste to slay so many talented people,” Malix called to them. Several of the magi threw off their robes, turning away from their spellcasting and grabbing each other in a sudden and reckless orgy.

“My master would much rather gather allies than corpses! He wishes to join us in love, not in suffering.”

The startled wizards hurried to try and patch the holes in their barrier caused by a dozen of them randomly starting to fuck in the background. Malix vanished and reappeared behind them in a flash, raising a leg and grabbing a lead mage by the head with her talon-like feet.

“But we have plenty of both…” she purred before smashing his head against the mystical barrier. She spread her fingers and started releasing fire from one hand while summoning lesser demons from the other, sparking chaos among the already distracted sorcerers.

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The battle was a slaughter, as more and more of them tended to be over time. The Light army saw the writing on the wall and surrendered, accepting their fate to be thrown into prisons or join the Twisted forces. The generals dispatched their orders before returning to the behemoth and their lord’s mobile fortress mounted on its back. A series of complex platforms and winches were built over its sides to let select people on and off.

Lavine, Jejak and Malix stepped on the wide wooden platform and waited patiently as the ropes were drawn back up. They were a hundred yards up and still climbing when a gliding gull landed on it with them and changed back into Diedre.

“Ladies,” she said with a small nod towards them.

“Decided to join us. Shame,” Lavine muttered. Only some of her wounds had been healed by magic. She had made a point not to rest even after the battle, so any healing had been coincidental when they managed to catch up with her long enough to cast a spell.

“The lord does prefer us to arrive together,” Diedre pointed out too her. “Despite the smell…”

“Too bad your fancy magics can’t get all the way up there, yea?” Jejak jeered, elbowing Malix in the knee jokingly.

“Shame your tiny body couldn’t make it all the way up me, let alone behemoth,” the demon scoffed back quietly.

“Better’n my fat arse nearly breakin’ the pulley,” the goblin growled, glaring at the shapeshifting elf.

“Suppose we can’t all be mannish brutes,” the elf shrugged casually.

“I suppose the lord has a taste for freaks then,” Lavine huffed.

“Says the brother fucker,” Malix sniffed.

They reached the top of the behemoth where there was a great platform big enough to hold the King of Devils’ castle and several smaller outposts. It held steady with the slightest of subtle shifting beneath their feat. The monster’s steps were huge, heavy and steady, making it feel like they were standing on a ship in calm waters. None of the goblins, gargoyles or other guards dared to interrupt or escort the four generals as they entered their master’s castle.

Lias’ fortress was a small stone structure that he had torn off the supposedly unbreachable castle Icehaven. It only contained the dark master himself (apart from a few wandering servants and messengers), so it didn’t need to be especially big.

The conqueror himself was waiting on his throne. He had deemed its original throne rather uncomfortable and had it thrown out for a sturdier and better padded thing. Lias was a man in his early twenties. He was fairly unremarkable for a normal human; perhaps an inch or two on the tall side, which made him rather tiny for a Twizerian. He wore a fur-trimmed coat and pants to handle the higher altitude that came with living atop what was effectively a walking mountain. He had never bothered with a crown.

“Girls!” the red-haired young man greeted cheerfully. “I see the battle went well.”

“Absolutely, master!” Diedre Manyface gushed. Any venom for her evil allies vanished as they briskly approached his throne.

“We had the poor fools killing themselves in the chaos.”

“Masterfully orchestrated by Diedre,” Lavine added with a similarly convincing but forced warmth. “Never saw her coming until we were three maneuvers ahead of them.”

Lias smiled at their cheerful demeanor. Not that four of the most powerful warriors in Twizera (and thus, the world) often had bad news to bring him. He just had no tolerance for treachery or scheming among his underlings, and that meant they had to play nice with each other in front of their leader. They took their social jabs where they could, but most of their hatred was bottled up in his presence.

“Sounds like a reason to celebrate. To the bedchambers, then?”

“Yes!” they all blurted out at once. There were few things the generals agreed upon. The crushing of their king’s enemies and getting into his bed were just about it.

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Lias the Great’s bedroom was like his palace: practicality over luxury. Spacious enough to hold a few useful possessions and a bed large enough to fit all his mismatched underlings. He started to disrobe when the powerful women moved to assist him. He was undressed in moments and the various-sized generals pressed up against him from all sides.

“Any certain body you’d prefer tonight, my love?” Diedre purred.

The elf had mashed her breasts up against his chest, taking what she figured as prime real estate when it came to touching him. She met his eyes before changing her own into pure black, then glittering like starlight, then narrow and catlike. She rapidly shifted her body, offering him a sample of her countless guises. She gyrated against him as a slender catfolk, rubbing fur on his skin before changing again into a round duchess who had fallen to them days before. Her warm belly and huge bosom wobbled against Lias’ body.

“Surprise me,” her commander shrugged.

Lias was suddenly swept off his feet as Lavine scooped him up in her arms. His amazonian sister tossed him into their bed and mounted him, her solid and muscular nudity pinning him with ease.

“Why bother when your favorite body is already here?” Lavine asked with a confident smile, rubbing her interception in her rivals’ face.

She kissed her brother deeply and the commander of the dark armies kissed her back. They passionately tasted each other as Lias’ hands rubbed over the familiar feeling of his guardian sister’s full breasts and solid muscle.

“Then you’re in luck!” Diedre chimed.

The shapeshifter bumped her hip into Lavine’s, nudging her aside just enough to join her in mounting their master. She had turned into a double of the beefy blonde, smiling at her proudly.

“I can offer just as much as she does and then some. Twice the fun, eh, master?

Lavine gave the elf a bitter look as their identically muscular hips rubbed against Lias’ dick. They subtly jostled for a better position, but that just served to rub against it more enticingly.

“Don’t mind them, chief! I got ya,” Jejak chirped.

The goblin rapidly scrambled over the bed, tossing off her loincloth and minor armor before she was halfway to him. She squatted over his head, parting her wiry legs to blatantly off her soaking wet pussy. The barbaric goblin and orc chief was never a clean creature, but Lias had started to grow fond of the strong musk that came off her. Especially around her groin, and especially after a battle. She was always sweaty and horny after an extended fight.

“Good girl,” Lias sighed as he humped between his identical lovers’ bickering.

He rubbed a pair of fingers through Jejak’s slit, parting the smooth and pudgy lips. Her aroused slime drooled out just shy of his head, making her emit a low and complex cooing sound. Jejak’s eyes rolled before she dropped her tiny but deadly on top of him. She straddlied his face and humped like she didn’t care what she was grinding up against but was happiest that it was her warlord. Lias moaned softly and buried his tongue inside her pussy, hungrily cleaning the endless stream of her musky juices.

Lavine was still silently struggling with Diedre for position. The elf could copy her body but she lacked the full strength of her form, not to mention her lifetime of experience. The amazon managed to push her side with her shoulder before a large red hand reached through her. It was normally something someone saw just before they were ripped in half, but Lavine just frowned as Malix’s incorporeal body phased through her before grabbing and pumping Lias’ cock. Her upper body poked through Lavine’s abs, touching him while passing right through her ally in war but romantic rival. She stroked him base to tip in slow strokes of her large claws.

“Now ladies. You know King Lias doesn’t like us arguing over him,” she tutted, making sure that Lias could hear her brownnosing from beneath the humping goblin.

“He also doesn’t like it when you call him a king,” Diedre reminded her with a frown as she turned back to the body of a pale and feminine young man she’d met years ago.

“It is why I will always call him my brother,” Lavine insisted. She leaned in around Malix’s semisolid body and wrapped her mouth around the head of Lias’ cock, noisily sucking wherever she wasn’t stroking with her long hair hanging down into his lap.

“It’s alright, my master. I know you prefer a bit more subtlety and grace to your lovemaking,” his shapeshifter sighed.

She glanced bitterly at the ferally humping Jejak and ran her hands over Lias’ chest. He subtle massage tantalized his nerves, sharpening his senses to make everything else feel more intense. He ran his hand over Diedre’s thigh before roughly reaching for her groin. With a goblin sitting on his face, the elf was always a bit of a surprise. He took a half-second to realize she’d grown a penis before rubbing over it possessively. Diedre moaned lustily as her femboy body leaned back, spreading out her legs for him to take as he pleased. She added the extra touch of growing a vagina just beneath it, letting Lias’ roaming fingers explore whichever set of genitalia he felt like in the moment. Diedre shuddered twice as hard as he alternated between the two.

Lias clapped his hand, which was to say he swatted Jeejak’s ass rhythmically a couple times. Even the mindlessly horny berserker responded to her master’s unspoken command as she scampered off and the other girls subtly shifted back a pace. His call to order had the eagerly wet women waiting on his command.

“You’ve all made your point,” he stated with a calm smile for how raging hard his erection had become.

“But I’m ready to finish. Line yourselves up in one of my favorite positions.”

“Yes, my lord,” the women answered diligently.

They laid themselves out by the edge of the bed as if falling into formation on the battlefield. Malix laid on her back, her larger body spreading out her long legs. Jejak bent over with her face pushed into the blankets, her tight little butt sticking up in an eagerly submissive position. She bounced in place with a rapid impatience, clearly wagging a tail if she had one. Diedre sprouted an extra set of arms, morphing into a dark green trollish woman (though she chose to doll up the face to something lovelier than they tended to be). The especially thick and soft flesh came with two more arms growing from her midsection, using the upper set to balance herself leaning far back. Her thick legs raised in the air to hold herself in a pre-set mating press. Lavine spread and braced her strong legs on the bed, kneeling steadily with clear intentions of riding her lord and sibling.

Lias clearly sized them up, making the women hold their breaths for a moment before he made his move. He made the small climb it took to mount his demonic general, slipping into the tall Malix’s pussy with his legs having completely left the bed. The skinny devil gasped and wrapped her long arms around his back, locking him in place inside her while making his humping a bit easier.

“Oh thank you, master!” she gasped, her dark eyes fluttering as she subtly rubbed it in on her rivals.

Her narrow body gyrated at unnatural angles, rolling like a serpent for a fluid thrusting. Her constantly hot skin made Lias quickly work up a sweat, and her thighs squeezed together to tighten her pussy’s grip on his cock. The grasping, wet heat made his head spin as the enchantress let him rest his head on her bright red breasts. Lias kissed and bit at them passionately in a way he knew excited the demoness further, and soon their heated cries filled the bedroom. Even the begrudgingly waiting generals found themselves growing more aroused nearby.

Lias grunted as he gave one hard, last thrust inside her. Malix shivered and her eyes rolled, biting her fangs into her lip. Her orgasm gushed out past his cock like a hot bath, making his dick tense and relax as it shot his own thick load inside her. He gave a few finishing pumps before he slid back out, and even the towering demon’s deep pussy overflowed with his seed.

“Ohhh~! Such a mess. What a generous master,” Malix purred, running her claws fondly over her thighs to help gloat over her fellow generals.

“You’re welcome,” Lias answered confidently.

He glanced over the remaining choices and went to Jejak, who practically kowtowed in front of him in offering. He took the wordless invitation and stuffed his cock into her loose, wet slit. The scrawny goblin immediately shrieked in delighted surprise, burying her claws and fangs into the bedspread in excitement. Her tight little body practically vibrated between trying to hump back while being paralyzed with pleasure. The absurdly tough goblin easily took the bigger human’s cock for the sake of their mutual pleasure, even if it made her slight pot belly shift and stretch as he pounded it into her.

Jejak the Mad barely contained herself with pleasure until it simply became impossible. She let out a feral scream of pleasure as she slammed her hips into her master like a jackhammer of muscle and flesh. Her plump tits dragged on the bed beneath her as her rapid humping milked another thick shot of cum from Lias. Any worry that he had spent it all inside Malix was quickly dismissed as he flooded the goblin’s insides.

Jejak rambled and cooed nonsensically to herself, left fucked silly as Lias moved on to Diedre. The curled up troll made for easy mounting as he climbed onto her chubby hips, plowing downward into the satisfying blend of soft and firm. Her position left him able to drill his dick deep inside her, making the changeling grunt and moan as gravity drew him in deeper each time.

“Mmm~! Perfection!” Manyface moaned as their lord’s balls slapped against her thick ass and thighs as perfect cushion. Her hefty tits bobbed just shy of hitting herself in the face.

“No wonder my master never needs to change shape when he’s already the perfect lover!”

The troll’s size still made it difficult for a human cock to reach its full depths, but Diedre was willing to cheat a little. She focused on altering the troll’s clit, swelling it up to twice its size so that Lias could just manage to push past its tip. Her big and powerful body shivered intensely as the overgrown nerve cluster was teased just right. Her narrow eyes rolled and a husky groan escaped her plump lips as Lias leaned in deeper. He kissed her roughly while grabbing her chubby tits, pinching and pulling on them to pound her tender clit harder.

With another set of hard moans, the two orgasmed together. The troll’s muscular pussy clenched tightly, trapping Lias’ dick covetously inside her. The soft but strong grip jerked his cock through its last moments of pleasure, gushing a messy stream of semen into the flexing crevices of her snatch.

“Perfection!” Diedre sighed dramatically.

She grasped him tightly a bit longer before finally releasing his cock. Liam had worked up a sweat from all the cumming and general body heat in the room. Lavine seemed a perfect fit now as he slid his legs between hers and laid back, letting his mighty sister mount his cock. Her dense, muscular body and powerful control of her form made it easy for him to lay back and hump in time with her rhythm as she steadily rode him, cradling his dick inside her and rocking it with her familiar pussy.

“I knew you’d return to me, brother,” she sighed as she stroked his face and chest fondly.

“Always do,” Lias smiled back wearily.

The brutality of Twizera made survival a challenge for even the strong and capable, so he still recalled many nights spent buried in the protective warmth of his heavy sister laying on him. It added another level of comfort as she laid on him, kissing him intensely and messily as she drooled over his mouth. Her muscular hips pumped hard enough to make the large bed creak as she took him again and again, her clit and his cock subtly molding to welcome each other’s presence. Lias’ hands latched onto Lavine’s large chest, catching them in a familiar position where he could balance them as best he could when they were bigger than his fingers could manage to fully contain.

Lavine started to grunt lowly in time with the humping, a cue he’d grown to know meant she was close. He joined her in his own softer grunting, always just behind hers so that she could hear it when she trailed off on her own. Their strangely primal and sensual song provided a deep comfort for the both of them that his more exotic lovers couldn’t match, compensating with their own oddities and tricks instead.

When Lias came inside her, Lavine let out a shrill cry as she grabbed and hugged her sibling tightly to her body. Her muscles trembled on top of him as if subtly draining his ball inside her. It coated her insides and the twitching spray of jizz brushed past her clit enough for her shuddering body to release a squirting orgasm over him. The comforting feeling of her broad body collapsing on top of him was the finishing touch to leave him exhausted and limp on the bed.

“Excellent work all of you,” Lias praised. “On and off the battlefield.”

The generals moaned or sighed their own appreciation. Jejak just giggled mindlessly in her still twitching state.

“The troops are clearing things out here. I’ve sent word that we’ll settle here for the day before moving on for Hescher and leaving some officers here to keep them in line. You’re dismissed until then… unless you all felt like spending the night with me.”

The four generals of the King of Devils’ army immediately accepted the offer. The devil, amazon, goblin and drow eagerly clambered up to the head of the bed, squeezing and squirming around him and their competition for his attention. The evil overlord easily saw himself to sleep surrounded by his deadly harem.