Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

In the far north of the demon empire, the cold winter never faded, and snow fell endlessly upon the land. The blizzard raged on as fiercely as ever, with winds and ice that could instantly freeze anything in its path. Standing in a field of white was an army of at least twenty thousand.

A beautiful woman with dark, caramel skin and thick curved horns overlooked the army from a tall, cold wall.

Her body wrapped in an elegant fur dress and cloak, the slight glow of a marking visible on her exposed abdomen, and long silk gloves covering her arms as she pointed towards the south.

"The humans have entered our territory."

This woman's voice sounded both domineering, like a monarch, and yet sweet, intoxicating like honey.

It was a bewitching sound that would make any male tremble.

She looked over her shoulder, glancing at a tall monster, over seven feet tall, with a reptilian face and sharp fangs. The demon's eyes were yellow and slit like a snake, and wore dark armour that seemed to absorb all light around it.

"We have tolerated their insolence for too long—no longer will we allow them to encroach upon our territory! You have done well, my subjects. You have sacrificed much under my time of slumber... I cannot even begin to express how grateful I am for your service!"

No matter how impassioned her words were, the cold, void-of-light eyes and the same enthusiasm told a different story.

This woman cared nothing for the meat bags on the ground.

Her long black tails with heart-shaped tips flicked the air, and the snow gradually built up around her, melting from her natural body heat.

"Their leaders are the wretched Human Hero! And a traitor! He who destroyed our brethren for fun! A false Demon King!"

Her words carried far, as if spoken right beside you, no matter how far away you stood. The magic of the wind allowed her voice to reach everyone's ears.

"Let us face them, and crush their false hopes! Retaking the world from their filthy grasp!"

Yet while the monsters began to cheer, growl and roar into the skies, her lips trembled, her eyes brimming with tears, frozen instantly and slipping down her cheeks like azure gemstones.

"Long Live the Demon Queen!"

The massive army began to change to the woman, her seductive smile able to capture their hearts even from this distance.

"Your Majesty, how is the succubi's body?" The demon beside her, a knight and butler in one, the counterpart to her second butler who she left to prepare for Asmodeus in the central plains.

"The body is fine, Valsarik, but it's still not enough... I need more power to break through and become a true empress."

Valsarik said nothing and bowed his head politely.

However, he noticed the changes in his mistress, the demon queen.

'Although her majesty has improved and become more intelligent since fusing with the ancient succubus locked away in that dungeon... there is still something strange.'

Sometimes the demon queen would lock herself away for hours...

Then a potent and disgusting pink mist with a foul scent would fill the entire castle.

'Something isn't right, but I don't know what.'

"What's the matter, Valsarik?"

"Oh, it's nothing. Please forgive me." The monster stepped back and made way for his mistress.

She gracefully raised a hand, silencing her army.

"We will take revenge on humankind, the elves, and even those filthy beasts of the south! We will be victorious from today! And every day after!"

The army erupted into a deafening cheer.

With a wave of her hand, an endless shadow engulfed the army, empowering them, and causing the blizzard to stop momentarily.

"Her Majesty caused a miracle!"

"The blizzard stopped, we can win!"

Monsters were simple creatures.

They lived for the base pleasures of life: eating, sleeping, fighting, and reproducing. Because of this, their numbers constantly increased, even in the worst conditions.

Of course, the quality was lacking, but quantity had its advantages.

They could afford to lose thousands of men for each hundred enemies killed.

The humans thought they had won when they survived the previous demon ambush, but if Alan knew the truth, his heart might sink and regret ever coming north. This force wasn't the main force, only a tiny fraction, yet they numbered twenty thousand.

If they had the resources, they could field a million soldiers, but demons struggled with advanced labour or farming, so supplies were scarce. They relied on hunting and living by the day.

And the ones who suffered most were always the weak.

Orcs and goblins could be said to have the most advanced ecology and habits of the demons and monsters, with only upper and noble demons knowing how to live similar to humans.

However, their pride prevented them from copying human ideas and inventions, which is why, given their overwhelming numbers advantage, they couldn't crush humans before now.

"I am tired. Please guide the troops and send them south to crush the enemy and bring me that man."

"As you command, your majesty."

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The moment she entered her private chambers, the demon queen's body staggered, gripping her head and groaning as she fell to her knees. Her body began to distort as if changing shape, but then returned to normal, again and again, like a battle within herself.

"No! No... Stay out of this succubus!"

[Shut up, filthy imposter!]

"Stop!"

Her lips curled into a smile, and suddenly her eyes changed colour, turning golden. The woman rose to her feet, licking her lips and laughing.

"Asmodeus... although I have a new body, this isn't what I planned."

A gentle, yet sharp voice came from her mouth, the softness of silk yet sharper than a dagger.

"But at least I can move around again, although it seems that your possessive desire has pierced my soul..." The demon queen parted her robes, revealing the marking Asmodeus left on all his women, the succubus tattoo with 'Demon Empress' in the centre. "Let along my body, fufu."

Riel's steps faltered as she tried to maintain control, and her eyes flicked between golden and raven black repeatedly.

"Ah! You're such a pest!" Riel screamed and clutched her head once more, falling to her knees.

But as soon as she fell, another smile appeared on her face, and the woman rose elegantly.

"Why do you fight... You know I don't plan to kill the most suitable mate for me!"

The demon queen stood up again, smirking.

"This time, I'll make him mine forever... Until death parts us..."

[This time?]

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She giggled as she walked over to the mirror, parting the front of her dress once more.

"To think... that this marking would allow me to regain consciousness and evolve, no longer a mindless abomination that lost herself to endless gluttony."

Asmodeus's symbol was special. It held a portion of his power and allowed him to connect with his lovers, but it also enhanced their natural abilities. With Riel and the demon queen, their intellect, knowledge, and magic power increased greatly.

This increase allowed her to surpass her previous limits.

"I just wonder if that foolish boy can survive the trials I've created."

[You sadistic bitch!]

"..."

The demon queen ignored Riel, and instead ran a finger over her exposed abdomen, causing the markings to glow bright pink.

"...Mmm..." A slight moan escaped her lips. "How is it possible for something so pleasurable to exist?"

She then flicked her hand, a wave of mana vibrating through the air as all the doors and windows became sealed, her cheeks blushing while she panted... "Once again, this strange feeling..."

[This demon queen is obsessed with masturbation!]

Meanwhile, two days after the attack, Alan's troops reached the citadel formerly ruled by the orcs, now the village and walls packed with human knights.

Thankfully, the orcs didn't take care of the stonework very well, and much of it had crumbled away, allowing easy access to the buildings.

It wasn't perfect, but it would do as a temporary base until their army moved north.

"What do you make of the walls?"

Alan questioned the group of engineers and architects, although the stone masons nodded with excitement. He wanted to install instant defensive armaments to protect the citadel, because trebuchets alone couldn't stop the demon armies.

"Your Grace... these walls are fantastic. I'm amazed the orcs never managed to expand them. If we add some basic fortifications, this place will be a lot better."

"And how long would that take?"

The elderly man with a pair of primitive bifocals rubbed his chin. "Two weeks? Three at best?"

"That's not good enough. We need this place fortified faster than that." Alan frowned.

"Well... perhaps if we had the dwarves help us? Or rather... we could create a temporary defence and work on the upgrades with a smaller group, this would take longer to complete, but our defences would remain in the meantime."

The architect gazed at the stonemason and then beckoned the engineer as they discussed their options.

"We could build temporary wooden spikes around the wall, dig trenches, and use the dirt to create mounds, which will slow down any approaching force... Although I'm worried about the massive creatures the demons may use against us."

"Then what about a moat, deep enough to capture them?"

"Hmmm... that sounds good on paper, but isn't that going to just create a river around the citadel?"

Alan nodded before he turned to leave.

He didn't care about their internal debate and gave them a deadline.

"Do whatever you can in a week. Then, for the upgrades, you have until I return, I expect this place to be an impenetrable fortress."

"Return?" The engineer asked.

"When the troops have rested, Asmodeus and I will head to the north, there is another castle to take. My brother will be sending reinforcements to bolster the outposts and this small village should be able to form a town."