The Princess of Ruin

Meadow music rang in her ears above the sound of the water as she leapt over the lake. Her eyes were sparkling in the sunlight as she could smell the sweetness of the cherry blossoms and the soft caramel scent of the flowers spread through the air. It was so comforting that she actually wanted to lay her head against a mossy rock and fall into a deep sleep. All the urge to take a nap left her, however, when she found herself outside a cave. For some reason, she was lured closer and noticed that bushes, mosses and weeds were acting as a protective layer for the ancient runes below them. She started jumping on the balls of her feet, this was the perfect spot to film the next episode of her television show. Maybe she could convince the producers to turn this into a special Halloween episode.

Channeling her energy, she began to undo the runes by reciting one of the numerous spells she encountered during her travels after the great war. Her teeth started chattering as she spoke. This spell was easy to cast for an ordinary Demon, but the amount of energy needed to undo these runes was affecting their immense reserves of latent magical potential. The runes were slowly disappearing and the bushes, mosses and weeds began to wither. She let out a shaky breath as she took a few steps forward.

There was nothing significant inside, apart from a plethora of weird hieroglyphics. It was then that she realized that in the corner was a shell of a creature that had three necks, three heads, five horns, and three long, thick, pointed tails of different shapes. He also had four arms and two legs that are even thicker than his arms. Its main body is that of a rounded one leaning forward and covered with what could only look like fur and what appeared to be scales all over the body.

She was mesmerized by the detail, but even more so by the bottomless energy she could feel buried. Countless ​​runes suddenly lit up the dark cavern and the statue cracked from every angle, sending shivers down Seraphine's spine.

Each crumbling of that ancient rubble made her feel weaker and weaker in her knees until they collapsed at the sight of a dark, sinister gleam in the ancient statue's eyes. Draconian eyes with a glowing amber hue. Her huge breasts rose as she began to breathe heavily, taking in the face of the man who emerged from the stone figure. Prominent cheekbones bore dark tribal markings. He was a very handsome and robust man if she could ignore the unfathomable amount of energy that made her see stars.

His entire body looked as if it had been carved from granite. So broad shoulders and huge biceps, all tucked into a jet black shirt he wore. His pants were equally black, but even the garment couldn't hide his defined quadriceps muscles that were strained against the fabric. However, there was also a massive weapon of some sort that protruded through his pants near the inside of his left thigh.

That was...

"Finally…after all these years…" He spoke, his deep, husky voice echoing through the cavern and snapping the flushed Demon out of its trance.

It all happened in slow motion for her as she replayed the events that had taken place. The number of legs, arms, and heads on that encased statue that was filled with triple-six. On shaky legs, she knelt and prostrated herself before him. "L-Lord T-Trheabhin..."

Discovering the seemingly lost tomb of Trheabhin had been her dream, even before she started channeling her demonic powers for the first time. Every Demon was created listening to the fairy tale about how the King of the Starry Sky used to rule over everything until the Supreme God decided to appear.

Their battle was illustrated as an epic 100-year war that finally ended in a draw. As expected in a battle of this magnitude, Mother Earth herself shuddered to the roots from the collision. It was stagnant for the environment as the overwhelming exchange of explosions resulted in the melting of the polar ice caps in various arctic regions thousands of kilometers away.

Pride was also taken out of the picture because the Supreme God had to seek the help of millions of Angels to defeat Thrheabhin and yet was unable to deliver the killing blow. On the other hand, it was quoted by various sources that the Supreme God succumbed to the wounds of that battle. What happened to the King of the Starry Sky was not mentioned at all. It was obvious to her that he had sealed himself for some reason, judging by the strange runes on the cave walls.

"Stand up, child." Thrheabhin ordered, which the girl did. "What's your name, spawn of demons?"

"I…I am Seraphine Allaufurur Leviathan, born Phoenix." Seraphine said, but she quickly felt confident enough to step into her characteristic pose. "I'm also the main and only star of Fantastic and Fabulous Leviathan!"

Thrheabhin noticed Seraphine's huge breasts bouncing up and down as she performed that adorable trick. A low whisper of laughter escaped her lips. "H… I see. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle Seraphine."

Her cheeks lit up as the King of the Starry Sky spoke with such glee that he said he was enjoying her little antics. She felt dizzy that he was referring to her so fondly. Thrheabhin, he looked nothing like the raging monster he claimed to be in the history books.

"Now then…" Thrheabhin, the nemesis of the Supreme God, kept talking. "I would like you to give me a brief summary of what happened during my absence." Thrheabhin reached out, grabbing her tiny hand as he looked into Seraphine's glittering golden eyes. "During dinner, of course."

Seraphine's heart was racing like there was no tomorrow when she blushed beautifully at Thrheabhin. "...Hai, Lord Trheabhin."

"Well." Thrheabhin said as he bent down, gently pecking the delicate texture of the back of her hand.

Treabhin had steam coming out of his ears.

~xXx~

Thrheabhin could easily have gotten the shit out of Seraphine tonight. There were plenty of opportunities when he could have bent over her and claimed that pure, voluptuous, fantastically pure and untouched body like hers. No sane woman would get down on her knees in a restaurant, accidentally lift her skirt, reveal to him the treasures she keeps away from the opposite sex if she doesn't want to get fucked. In any case, there were many more pressing matters for him to deal with at the moment. And then, after saying goodbye with a goodbye kiss on Seraphine's cheek, Arzan Makha'ar decided to visit his ancient ancestral homeland. He was disgusted by the buildings and houses that were now spoiling the beautiful view of his former bleak, barren land.

The battle against the Supreme God ended up poisoning his Ambrosia and he would have ended up being sealed at the "End of Worlds of the World" had he not taken the necessary steps for his self-sealing. He ended up getting involved in a high-powered time seal that would act as an antidote to expel that harmful, malignant substance from his body. The damage he inflicted on the Supreme God was fatal, and he was pleased to learn of the deity's death midway when he was finishing with his seals.

The location of the cave was handpicked because it was in an isolated region and was surrounded by mountainous terrain that he had avoided passing through to contain his presence. The spell to enter was not high level because it was his intention to return. And when the cave's protection ended, he would be instantly awakened from his pseudo-sleep.

A lot has changed since his "death".

Apparently, after the deaths of the Supreme God and the Four Demon Lords, as well as a massive loss of their main forces, the great war finally ended, but left the numerous factions in a state of conflict. However, due to a state of extreme exhaustion after the war and with factions losing their main forces, neither side wanted to continue fighting. Therefore, although there was no peace between the factions, direct battles did not take place either.

He was intrigued to hear about the creation of the Seed of the Demon and the Sanctification System, by which demons and angels have incorporated "transforming" humans and other species into their own races. Unsurprisingly, the Fallen Angels began to flourish their own race, tempting the remaining Pure Angels or the Ascended ones on their side, or mixing their blood and race, having children through procreation

Seraphine also explained how she became a Demon Lord after the Demonic Civil War that followed the Great War. He was able to convince her to reveal confidential information that she definitely shouldn't confess to anyone but the Council of Demons.

There was a lot of information he needed to examine. Plus, all those years of self-imposed captivity had turned control of him to shit. Soon it would be time to return. A grim smile curved his lips at the thought of wreaking havoc in the world once more.

~xXx~

Belsira Emma Sitri was in a state of frenzy as she looked into the nursery. That damn stupid gardener stepped on his onerous efforts. Gathering new plants and decorating the lawn with new flowers has been her hobby since she was a child. Now she was more realistic with her hobby, in the sense that she would pay attention to what goes and doesn't. Planting aloe-vera among your row of lilies? Clearly she would have to educate her team in more detail and punishment. She was pulled out of her train of thought when a titanic presence exploded across the Sitri estate. She gripped the sides of her head as she began to hallucinate the expulsion of this inconceivable power. Maids and servants to left and right were dropping like flies, unable to cope with the intensity of the intruder's aura. On shaky legs, she walked inside to find a tall, muscular man with silver hair hanging over her husband's much smaller body.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her son running off the property with his daughter-in-law and grandson. Judging by their haste, they were obviously going to do something about the unfathomable presence between them.

"What is happening?" Belsira asked through clenched teeth, her huge breasts swaying as her breath came in short bursts.

Arzan turned his head and immediately toned down his aura when he saw that the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was going through such a difficult time because of her aura. The glowing violet eye sockets relaxed and he was tied to them. Her hair barely fell to her shoulders, but her blond braids were so graceful they brought out her innocent face and her motherly aura that he found irresistible. She was wearing a real sleeveless champagne dress and fitted dress. Her eyes sparkled as he drank in the sight of her huge breasts, which were practically falling out of her dress cups. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Dropping his gaze, he felt rather possessive as he caught sight of the movement of her hips that, without a shadow of a doubt, supported an ass worthy of royalty. He walked over to her and crouched down to her level. Bringing an arm behind her, he traced along her back with his nails. Allowing her palm to follow the hollow of her back, he slid along the thrust curve of her left buttock before opening his big hand and grabbing as much of her ass he could.

'Soft, malleable, large and perfect for breeding purposes.' Arzan thought as he noticed that she was tense with the improvised groping along with a frantic attempt to break free, and then he enchanted her with his intense amber eyes.

Her panicked orbs began to blink as electricity shot through her heart and hit every single one of her brain cells. She was getting lost in her amber orbs, finding herself drowning in an ocean and he coming to her rescue. He had never felt such raw emotions pouring through her like this, especially with a single look. Soon, her lips brushed hers and fireworks exploded in the back of her head. But just as quickly, a bolt of regret shot through her and she jerked back.

"How… how dare you!" Belsira said in a low, hollow voice. "I'm married. You not only touched me inappropriately, you also kissed me in front of my husband."

"I must apologize for that, dear." Arzan said, now catching sight of the ring on her finger. "You were so beautiful to me that I couldn't help it."

Meanwhile, an emasculated and pathetic Grarhen having fits while watching his wife get kissed by the Apocalyptic Beast. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do to stop the Apocalyptic Beast. "Belsira, you would do well to take care of that tongue of yours. You are in the presence of Lord Trheabhin."

Belsira's eyes popped out of their sockets. She was still agitated because a man who was not her husband had groped her ass and kissed her, and with such passion that she found herself subjected to him. But she realized now that she may have accidentally caused a war by vocalizing her refusal.

"Do not be afraid of me." whispered Arzan as he cupped the sides of the trembling woman's face, stroking her delicate skin with his calloused fingers. "I won't hurt you, Little Belsira."

Belsira could not understand why she was leaning into his touch or how Lord Trheabhin was breaking down her marital defenses. Even though her husband was furious, even though he knew it was bordering on infidelity, this man was managing to communicate directly with her heart and soul through his words and actions. Once again, he took her lips and began kissing her.

Thrheabhin hurried away, placing a hand on his heaving chest. "I told you, Lord Trheabhin. I am married!"

"Apologies." Thrheabhin said with a laugh as he took the screaming woman in his arms, fixing her eyes on her enraged husband, before walking to the sofa. He then lowered himself into the armchair, at the same time wrapping his arms around her stomach and placing his restless form in her lap.

"You'll be fine here." whispered Arzan as he leaned into her ear. "Do I understand, Little Belsira?"

Belsira turned to her husband, who was grinding his teeth in anger, but finally nodded. "H-hai..."

"Well." Purred Thrheabhin as he rested his head on the woman's shoulder and inhaled her feminine scent, earning a full-body shudder from her. He exhaled slowly and then looked at the current leader of the Sitri Clan. "Now then, let's get down to business."

Belsira was shaking, not because she was watching her husband stutter an answer, but because of the gigantic shaft she could feel pulsing right beneath her. She didn't want to acknowledge it, mostly because it would be unseemly for Lady Sitri to admit that even in repose he was much larger than the man she was married to. She lost control of Grarhen's speech when he revealed to this man his best kept secrets. Her huge breasts rose and fell as he kept his head on her shoulder, massaging her stomach as he involved her husband in the verbal comings and goings.

"Wait." Arzan said, interrupting the Sitri Clan Chief as he ran his hands over his mate's belly until he was inches from her heaving chest. "How big are your breasts, Little Belsira?"

Talking brazenly about sexual matters was inappropriate for a woman like her, but she knew she couldn't give Trheabhin the silent treatment. She looked guiltily at her husband and bore his angry expression until she got that nod. "...one hundred and five centimeters, Lord Trheabhin."

"Your husband is a lucky man. Very lucky indeed." Arzan said as he dragged his hands further up, where he was now catching two of Belsira's greedy breasts through her dress. "Do you mind undoing these straps?"

"Just do it, Belsira!" He yelled Grarhen as he struggled against his broken heart, realizing that his wife was about to openly refuse Lord Trheabhin once more.

With trembling hands, Belsira, who had always been faithful to her husband, began to undo the straps of her expensive dress. Big, succulent breasts bounced in gratitude, showing their elasticity as they swayed before settling high on his chest, her rosy nipples bulging from being exposed. She closed her eyes, dreading the moment when her unwanted guest would start groping her. And when he did, her heart clenched as she realized her pussy was wet under her touch. She arched her back as he caught her erect nipples between two fingers and began to tease her while he formed unruly shapes on her other breast that he was still massaging religiously.

"You really are a lucky man, Chief Sitri." Arzan said through his adoration of the man's wife's breasts as she looked at him over her shoulder. "Now please continue with what you were saying."

"Rr-right." The Sitri Leader gritted his teeth, his anger rising at the sight of his wife beginning to squirm in the man's lap, no doubt getting turned on by her care. "I was saying that after your departure, there was an uproar on all sides. The Archangels currently rule the sky and we are trying our best to strengthen our defenses through magical and technological development. After the Great War, we demons , we waged a Civil War after which a new government was formed to replace the four previous Demon Lords. My son, Addan, is one of the current Demon Lords of this generation. The factions are still not at peace with each other for the time being. ... just ... one ... " The Sitri Clan Leader stopped there, his voice trailing off to nothing as he realized that Lord Trheabhin's right hand was buried between his wife's legs. Judging by her trembling form, her parted lips, her flushed face, her moans, and the sound of soft, wet noises filling the room, it was clear that his wife was being touched by the nemesis of the Supreme God.

"The cat ate your tongue?" Arzan asked as he continued to thrust two fingers deep into the man's wife's pussy, pulling at his G-spot and loving how hard it was to milk him. "Continues..."

"Mb-but you..."

"Cummminngggg!" screamed Belsira over her stuttering husband, shamelessly coming at the fingers of a man she wasn't married to. The arousal began with him ignoring her silent moans of protest as he deftly played with her clit, which was already as hard as her nipples. His hand then sank deeper into her panties, but by this time she could react, he was fingering her pussy like an instrument. Because he'd pushed her underwear to the side, the splash from her convulsing pussy was soaking the bottom half of her dress and the better half of her lap.

Grarhen was so devastated by the sight of his wife orgasming that he turned his head so fast he could snap his neck. He ignored the flutter of his tiny cock as he remembered the shrug of pleasure on her face. By the time he turned his head back, his wife was lying on the ground with her legs on either side of the Apocalyptic Beast's shoulders.

"Mmm…you are so fucking sexy." Came Arzan's muffled voice as he dropped to his knees, bringing his victim with him. Without hesitating, he began to ride a motorboat face-to-face between the colossal mass of her buttocks. Belsira might try to hide her giddy excitement by putting her hands over her mouth. However, she had no choice but to whimper erotically as he made a sharp dart of his tongue and ran its sharp point up and down along the Demon's wife's seam from her perineum to her long, slender clitoral hood and back.

After half a dozen trips, he stopped when he reached that slick clump of flesh above her opening and began to lick it, leaking as much saliva as he could, leaving a wet, slippery puddle in its wake. She was soon rotating her hips clockwise, lifting them to meet her face with every movement of her pelvis and eliciting soft, seductive sounds from somewhere deep inside. He used the thumbs of both hands to spread her pink anatomy wide open for better access. Then he went to town on her clit, flicking it with his tongue, twirling and prodding and prodding so as to draw even more blood to that tiny swollen marble.

"I will...go..." whispered Lady Sitri as she absently threw her hands down, her fingers tangling in Lord Trheabhin's platinum locks. Cunnalingus so cunning that he transcended everything her husband had ever done for her. She was so lost in swaying her hips and moaning in pleasure that she had no idea that Grarhen was watching her face contorted in rage as her pussy was consumed by another man.

Withdrawing his tongue from her pussy, Trheabhin looked at her trembling husband. "Keep talking. I'd like to hear more about these 'Devil's Seeds.' that are so talked about and known."

Grarhen had never felt so humiliated, but he fought against it to continue to address Demon politics as his wife tightened her thighs on the man at the top of the pyramid. The platinum lock of hair was soon shaking from side to side so fast it would have caused an attack on a human. It wasn't long before Belsira was crying at the top of her lungs, once again heralding an orgasm, making them the two she'd had so far outside of their marriage. It was obvious that Belsira was having a titanic climax from the way she was spasming and from the amount of juice she was gushing into the blonde's mouth. Her puny cock was struggling against her pants to see her legs go limp. The deep blush running down her neck, the dreamy look in her eyes, the sweat running down her body…

Belsira, however, was panting heavily, in utter disbelief at how easily Thrheabhin was manipulating her body and how easily she was letting him do it. Not once in her life had she looked at another man in a sexual way, but she allowed him to touch her and perform cunnalingus on her in front of her lover. Of course, Grarhen would have ordered her to do what Trheabhin wanted, but she didn't even bother to seek his approval this time. As much as she tried, she was unable to lie to herself, this man made her orgasm harder than her husband ever did. Regret was clouding every ounce of her being as she spasmed in his lap as he brought her back in his muscled arms.

"Shh...don't cry, honey." muttered Arzan as he wiped the demon's tears away. "Everything is fine."

"That…isn't…you are forcing me to betray my husband, Lord Trheabhin." Belsira, sniffled deeply, desperately wanting to refuse eye contact, but unable to look away as his amber orbs captured her with their blazing gaze. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"We both know this is beyond us, Belsira." Arzan said genuinely as he gently pressed his lips against hers.

Belsira responded without thinking, closing her lips around her bottom lip to suck lightly, tasting it, breathing it. She molded her voluptuous body against his burly body with a silent sound of satisfaction that almost sounded like a purr.

It was at this moment that the Lord of Extinction broke contact, having a sudden and horrible realization. She was spiraling down a dark, depraved path and for some reason not even her heart, soul or body was stopping her. As much as she tried to deny it, there was an indescribable chemistry and unbearable sexual tension between them. It all started the moment he had her spellbound with his burning eye contact, constantly breaking her iron will. He was so powerful, but it was like he was being even more gentle and in love with her.

Grarhen had a harem that consisted of more than ten women, a harem that she personally managed, so she never received anything more than a fraction of his affection. She could understand why that was; she was sharing it with so many others. Now she was receiving more affection than she'd experienced in the amalgamated time she'd spent with her husband in the privacy of a man she'd known less than an hour ago.

Thrheabhin leaned in and very sensually nibbled her earlobe, after which he began kissing the side of her neck, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses along her throat. It filled him with unlimited desire to hear that melodious moan escape her luscious lips. "Suck my cock."

Grarhen ripped the sofa cushion with his fingernails as his wife mysteriously stared at him. He was mad to see that the guilt was fading from her face. He could not say no or else he would risk irritating Thrheabhin. Why was this happening to him? He was a respectable leader in the public eye, an expert and respected thoroughbred demon, not a low-class peasant!

What really forced him out of his seat was when his lifemate knelt down and began taking off Trheabhin's pants. He drew blood from his clenched fists when he first saw her eyes pop out of their sockets and heard her gasp as he stared at the terribly huge beast that was now freed from its fabric prison. He was now the dominant presence in the extravagant hall.

How big was that thing? It was easily over a foot long and appeared to be longer than his forearm. He looked at the wrist and noted that it matched the man's waist. Two huge balls swung under the upright shaft that dripped pre-gum freshly prepared for his wife.

"The Sacred Penis..."

"I'm much bigger than that idiot ever was, Belsira, your old wife could attest to that, if she hadn't moonlit little Gabriella on the battlefield." Arzan said in amusement as he hit the woman's forehead with the head of his erection, creating a loud thudding sound. "Do you think you could suck me?"

Belsira's eyes were trembling with anticipation as she clenched her jaw in reflex as she imagined the man splitting her mouth in two with his shaft. At least with her husband she never had to worry about a deep throat because he could never hit that far, nor did she have to worry about any dangerous stretch.

"Hey?" whispered Arzan as he bent down and scooped the lady into his arms. "What did I tell you before?"

"That…that you wouldn't hurt me." came Belsira's meek reply, submitting to her deep embrace. Her aura enveloped her and acted like a blanket, allowing her to seek solace in her arms.

"Right." I told Threabhin as she leaned into her ear and spoke so low only she could hear. "My name is Arzan Makha'ar. Trheabhin is just a title. It means "Heavenly Discomfort", but I want you to keep that to yourself for now, alright?"

Those days as a Cosmic Entity were long gone, so revealing your real name would mean nothing to anyone of this generation. His situation was similar to how Thaumiel kept his real name hidden from those not close to him. And because he let it slip from his chest, Belsira was now officially one of the few people on this planet who knew her name after he took on Trheabhin as a title.

Belsira nodded to her chest, genuinely surprised and moved that the Apocalyptic Beast had entrusted her with a secret that probably no one else knew, not alive at least. There was no denying that he was in love with her and didn't please her just to humiliate her husband. Speaking of the demon, regret filled her as she lifted her head to see him standing beside the now wrecked sofa. Before she could offer an apology, the man she now knew as Arzan slapped his lips against hers.

Whatever fleeting guilt she'd had for desecrating her wedding vows had crumbled into tiny pieces when he'd stolen her heart with that hungry, transforming kiss. He was channeling his immense energy through his tongue and she could feel his demonic energy pulsing in response. It was a battle for dominance and she lost him the moment he laid eyes on her. Her violet orbs closed as she reluctantly allowed the passage of her tongue inside her mouth caverns. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed their bodies closer together, pressing her breasts against his chest, which she could feel, even through his shirt, was carved from granite. She hastily deepened the kiss and began to moan into his mouth as she finally succumbed to him.

'She's gone… I lost her…' thought Grarhen as he studied the change in his wife. Gradually, that Platinum Devil broke Belsira's defenses until she couldn't resist her advances. However, as much as it may hurt to admit it, there was not an iota of deception in Thrheabhin's affection. The man was genuinely in love with his wife. Worst of all, he couldn't say the same thing, as she was among the dozens of women in his harem he was having sex with. He shuddered in incomprehensible defeat as Belsira held out one hand and then the other. Her small, delicate fingers, one of which housed her wedding band, stained the pre-wet that dripped from the man's urethra. The cream was running down her thighs as she wrapped herself around the shaft of the enemy of the Supreme God, but it was so thick her fingers had no hope of fully enveloping it. He remembered all the times his wife caressed him, using only one hand and easily touching her index finger with her thumb as she did so. He asked her what she was thinking as she wandered around as she pumped this man's huge cock, using both hands with plenty of room to spare. He noticed the slight buckle on Trheabhin's knees as he tilted his head as Belsira continued to pump his big cock, her plump balls bouncing as she did.

"Grarhen."

He wiped his watery eyes to see the Apocalyptic Beast holding his wife's flushed hand. "Hai, Lord Trheabhin?"

"Your wife and I are going to talk gardening in your room." announced Arzan blatantly. "We will continue our conversation on politics later."

"I am really sorry honey." Belsira said with the affectionate nickname she knew she would no longer use when referring to her husband. She then proceeded to lead the man with whom she was about to cheat on her husband into the master bedroom, which would no doubt become her bedroom from now on.

Grarhen wanted to crawl into a hole and die when she heard the door close...

~xXx~

"... FOR THE LAST TIME ANDROMEDA! THE ANSWER IS NO!

"But Lord Father!!!"

"You heard him, Andy!" hissed Addan as she looked at her younger sister with tears in her eyes. "I know it's hard to swallow. Trust me, part of me wants to break this door, but challenging Lord Trheabhin is asking all of us to be slaughtered."

Having warned his friends and colleagues of the return of the Apocalyptic Beast, the Demon Lord hurried back home to find that his mother was upstairs in bed with Trheabhin. His sister always had an unhappy time and decided it would be a good idea to pay them a visit now of all times.

Andromeda wiped tears from her eyes, her breathing labored. "So what? We treat Mom like a scapegoat?"

"Don't you think it hurts me too?" said Grarhen, his hands hanging at his sides. "He was playing with her in front of me. I was forced to watch as another man undressed my wife and brought her to orgasm with his fingers and mouth. Do you think I don't want to stop him from going all the way with her?!"

Both son and daughter were speechless to learn that the man had actually done such a despicable thing to their parents. He was treating them like his personal toys and was now forcing his mother to desecrate her marriage vows. Words alone couldn't describe how devastated they were by this news.

Grarhen, however, did not have the heart to tell his children that their mother had voluntarily led Treabhin to her room.

~xXx~

It took an excruciating thirty minutes to break into her pussy so she could accommodate him. The initial thrust was unimaginably painful for Belsira as it caused the inner lining of her vagina to split and bleed and forced her clit to bruise with the attempt to push deeper. Fortunately, with patience on her part and demonic energy on her part, he was able to venture into her uncharted territories until she was clinging to every six inches of his colossal cock.

Instinctively, Arzan started to pull out of his extremely tight passage, but Belsira clung to his back with both hands, digging in her nails and urging him to shove that big, monstrous cock back inside her completely. Her eyes never lost contact with his as the sounds of his big bag of balls falling into her ass created a chorus that defined the room as he took her to heights her petty husband never could. Her aching nipples were twitching against his chiseled chest. Even though he was going slow but was making up for his lack of speed with intense thrusts, she wondered if her pussy would be able to close up again after that.

Juices dripped from her at an alarming rate as he made love to her, mated with her, made her forget she was married to Grarhen Sitri. The memories of her wedding day started to bombard her mind, but all she could think about was saying "no" at the altar so she could get away with the Apocalyptic Beast. Her toes curled as she came out of her dream, tightened her legs around his back and kissed him for all he was worth.

And so began an intricate dance of her tongues. Somewhere in the middle of that adorable kiss, she slowly began to rock against the man who stole her from her husband. She dug her nails into his upper back, keeping him firmly inside her but slowly undulating her hips against his, taking him even deeper than before and then relaxing just the infinitesimal tiny bit. As the next few minutes passed as they kissed, he gave her short, powerful thrusts with his cock. Her kisses turned breathless as she tried to keep her lips pressed against his, despite the need to breathe and moan in adultery pleasure.

She was a full-blooded demon, but now her heart was about to explode as she felt like she was suspended in a world of absolute love and lust. For the first time in her life, she wanted to swear to heaven to convince them they were wrong to label adultery a sin. Before she could send her trembling hands to play with her hair, he gave a monumental thrust that made her head lift as she stared lifelessly at the ceiling. He then turned her and manhandled her until she was on her knees. And now he was fucking the shit out of her.

"I'm gonna come!" He warned Belsira with stars invading his field of vision, never having been countersunk so vigorously before. The sudden change in momentum was sending her flying off the bed and her breasts swaying frantically in the air. Her clit was all pressed against her protective hood and trembled against his balls every time he hit her. A blush was coloring her cheeks as she tuned in to the erotic noise of their naked bodies.

"Well!" exclaimed Arzan as he slapped her on her rocking ass. "I can't wait for you to come on my cock!"

Belsira was delirious as she began to heed his every thrust, tossing her big round booty back at him. Her palms were getting louder by the second, as were her fierce screams, and she was unable to see or think straight. She dug her fingers carelessly into the dirty, torn sheets, her knees buckling even though she braced herself as tightly as she could. Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head as her huge breasts lifted beneath her. Creamy nectar routinely sneezed from her extremely abused vagina.

Suddenly, a supersonic impulse pushed her so hard into the cervix door that drops of saliva shot out of her mouth and splashed onto the framed wedding portrait that hung on the wall in front of her. Her eyes were bulging the size of dinner plates, her entire body spasming as he reared back and then pierced her with renewed cruelty. She fell, her face now buried in the sheets, her arms stretched out in front of her, her handprinted ass still raised as the huge man fucked her fiercely from behind, claiming her like a great beast claims his mate, claiming her in a way that justified his nickname of the Beast Emperor of the Apocalypse.

Belsira absently turned her head and saw herself in the dressing table mirror. Frankly, she couldn't believe this cock hungry slut was her. Where had Lady Sitri disappeared to? Where was the mother of two children? Then she realized he was looking at her reflection. Glowing amber orbs darkened and her violet orbs half-closed, a stupid shit-eating grin etched into her features. It was wicked but glorious, and she couldn't deny she was losing her mind over the man she was having an affair with. The sense of pressure continued to build stronger from within the deepest recesses of her groin. It suddenly exploded, and a literal, life-changing orgasm crashed onto her back.

"I'm…cum!" Belsira screamed as she lost control for a moment as waves of pleasure erupted from her pussy and caused inexplicable satisfaction through her entire body. A wave of juices gushed and soaked much of the bed. Her eyes closed, perversely realizing as she was on the verge of unconsciousness that he had given her something her husband could never give.

-ooo-

The moment Belsira awoke, she found herself lying on top of her new lover and moaned at the feel of his monstrous shaft still buried to the hilt in her fully stretched cunt. "II never thought I could feel this way before."

"Wait until I show you what I'm really capable of, Little Belsira." whispered Arzan as he stroked her soaked hair. He loved the feel of her hard nipples against him and the lush silkiness of her breasts as they nearly flattened into the hard planes of her chest. "Do you have any regrets? After all, you're committing adultery, you know."

"I am yours forever now, Lord Arzan." came Belsira's devoted reply, fully accepting that she would never spread her legs for her husband again and that this man possessed her now. She further cemented that fact in particular by shaking her hips, performing some experimental twisting motions and discovering that she was too full of cock to walk at a fluid pace.

A few seconds later, Arzan took a handful of her fat ass as she was landing at the base of his shaft, swirling her tight pussy around him. Using his grip on her ass, he lifted her, and his cock slowly emerged from her plump entrance coated in her juices. He lifted her to the tip, letting her ass hang in the air for a moment. She must have realized what he was going to do, because she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. It was a good thing she did because he suddenly speared her with every inch of his cock withdrawing, hitting her so hard it made her feel like a rag doll being thrown around her without caring.

She was using her neck as a security blanket as he abused every nerve ending in her mated vagina. Her huge breasts were bouncing and swaying with every movement, her nipples dancing in the space between her breasts. Her ass landed on his crotch with thunderous slaps and his heavy balls slapped the creamy skin of her beautiful ass. He was digging deep into her buttocks, and he was fucking her so hard she couldn't help but bury her face in her shoulder and bite down hard. Blood trickled from the disgusting hickey she had left, but that did nothing but encourage him.

The scent of pussy cream and her sweat produced something that acted like an aphrodisiac. Arzan's nostrils flared with the distilled scent of carnality and teased Grarhen's wife with his jet cock until she became a wild woman. "That's it! Get that stick!"

"Fuucccccckkkkk! You're breaking me eeee!" screamed Belsira, her uterus quivering as her pelvis began to respond with gentle coital movements, an autonomous response she didn't know how to make. It occurred to him that neither she nor her bed would be able to contain his energy, his stamina, his size, his general presence. Belsira gasped at the dark desire in her eyes, informing her that Arzan was holding on to her and that his training was just beginning. Her hands slid around her to cup her swaying breasts, her palms grazing her nipples that were so swollen now they ached with a sweet, intense pain. With another brutal blow, a burning sensation quickly coursed through her hamstrings and then up her inner thighs. Then her vaginal walls closed tightly around her cock, clenching like a fist as she came unexpectedly, spasming like a whore as she went wildly down on his cock. The world came crashing down on her as he caught one of her breasts bouncing into her mouth and bit down on her nipple.

She went completely rigid and held still as he trailed his tongue to the upper slope of her right breast. He kissed her breast in concentric circles, his chin nudged her nipple. Gripping her buttocks tightly, he hit her, hard, harder, then harder. Tears streamed down the sides of her face as she endured the violent blows, because he too was sucking and biting her breasts like a needy baby as he rearranged her pussy with its huge turret.

Centuries without sexual release were finally affecting Arzan. When Belsira spurted onto her cock again, he could feel the awful sensation of his own orgasm starting to build. An incredible pleasure began to wash over her body as he felt his large testicles lift and his giant shaft expand even more. Suddenly, his roar filled the room, and his sperm, Belsira's married pussy.

Through the drawn curtains of his bedroom window, the early morning darkness succumbed to the light of the oncoming afternoon sunlight. Belsira threaded her fingers deep into her lover's spiky hair. And the bright orange rays that leaked through the window made it look like she was glowing as her mouth opened in a silent gasp as she felt her impossible girth grow even larger. Suddenly, she felt the intense pressure of his heat exploding deep into her pussy. A consecutive orgasm shot up in immediate response to him filling her with his orgasm.

"ARZAAAAN-SAMA!" screamed Belsira as her new mate's cock massaged her insides to the hilt. He resisted, squeezing her hips as her cock head shot out thick strings of seed into her belly. She squirted as she fell limp, only for her lover to catch her as she continued to spurt into his abdomen and into their connected groin.

In the back of her mind, she knew the result of him ejaculating inside her without taking the necessary precautions. Her husband and offspring had pink hair, but she knew her next child would likely not have that characteristic hair color. A silver-haired Sitri would no doubt create a stir in the underworld, but she didn't care about social stigma. If Arzan Makha'ar wanted a son, she would gladly bear it for him.

"Now my queen." whispered Arzan in a husky voice as he dug his hand into the ravine between his lover's ass and circled the outer edge of her puckered rosebud with one finger. "Have you tried anal before?"

"No, Lord Arzan." Belsira yelled as the man she was cheating on her husband with jabbed her anus with his finger and her anal ring twitched around it. She was too scared that he would sodomize her and split her tiny ass in two with his magnificent, monstrous cock. However, she knew he would be helping her adjust so that she could safely lose her anal virginity.

Arzan smiled grimly as he dug deeper into the married woman's untouched hole until he was buried to his knuckles. He pulled his finger all the way out, rubbed small circles on her bottom and then pushed it back. Meanwhile, he parted her ass with his free hand. Since the finger he was using to rape her was now resting against the back door entrance, he could feel it gaping open, slowly at first and then spreading as he began to thrust a second finger inside her. The room was completely quiet for a moment that accentuated the incredibly sexy sounds that soon filled the air, his breathing heavy, then fast, then deep and rhythmic, following the wet, sucking sounds of him piercing her bottom with two fingers.

"Yeah… looks… good… take it in… my ass!" Belsira cried, a healthy blush marking her features as she adjusted to the pain and was now in a world of pleasure. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that having her dirtiest hole explored could make her feel this way.

Still hard as steel, and still buried inside her, Arzan began to hammer the Sitri matriarch, all the while sawing his fingers in and out of her ass.

Oh, how he missed it.

ixXx~

"YOU ARE BREAKING MY ASS!"

Grarhen was lifeless when that deafening scream echoed through the Sitri estate. His wife was clearly getting her anal cherry popped by another man. There was no if or but about it when the next scream made it crystal clear to everyone in the room that he was incredibly smaller than the man she was cheating on him with. As the master bedroom was directly above the living room, dust that hadn't been cleaned up by the servants was now falling to the shaky ceiling as the bed frame upstairs swayed with the couple's unbridled passion. As one of his maids looked pityingly at him while another bit her lower lip, clearly yearning to receive such ungodly pleasure from her new Lord and Sovereign, he realized that would be the norm from now on. He turned his head and felt his cock recede into his groin as he watched the startled look on his daughter's face.

"Daddy… Lord Trheabhin…"

"Your mother belongs to him now." muttered Grhen, defeated. "He totally has her about-"

"CUMMMMINNNGGGGGGG!"

Addan shivered as she desperately tried to shut off the animalistic roars coming from above. "There's no way she can go through with this. They've been there for almost a day straight."

"Trheabhin-sama is trying to put Mom into a sexual coma?" asked Andromeda on a shaky breath, her pussy crying through her panties as she went through the natural process of leaking. When she heard what the Beast of the Apocalyptic had done to her mother earlier, she was horrified to learn that the woman was being taken without consent. However, what she was hearing now could only belong to a consenting woman who was lost in the clutches of passion. She had never imagined sex to be so primal and wild, yet at the same time gentle and passionate.

Silence was never found in the hall as the incessant mating of the new couple continued to haunt the ears of everyone present.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the sound of footsteps alerted the family. Suddenly Addan and Andromeda jumped out of their seats and had to squint to see just how powerful a sexual rapture was enveloping their mother's face. She was wearing her bathrobe, but it was clear from her sweaty, disheveled hair that she hadn't showered. Her nostrils suddenly flared and reeled at the overpowering scent of sex coming out of her body. Judging by how much she was limping, it painted an exemplary picture that she had just experienced the fuck of her life.

Holding the hand that accommodated her wedding ring was Thrheabhin, who was also wearing a robe her husband used to wear. The garment was very comfortable on him because of his much larger frame and so a fraction of his monstrous cock, which was glistening with Belsira's juices, was visible for all parties to see.

"Lord Sitri." began Arzan, fixing his eyes on the trembling demon. "You're going to move your belongings out of the master bedroom. It belongs to your wife and me now. Are we clear?"

Grarhen clenched his fists in anger but kept his head down. "Hai, Lord Trheabhin."

"And please have someone order a new bed and clean the floor." He added Belsira with a fluffy blush coloring her cheeks. "Lord Thrheabhin likes breaking things."

"I like it very much." muttered Arzan as he reached for his lover and slapped her still aching ass. Destroying the bed wasn't all he did. After the furniture collapsed while he was having sex with Belsira, he decided to put her down. There was broken glass everywhere as his lover shattered the dresser mirror with her painful screams at being sodomized by him. The window was also cracked from the pressure of them releasing their energies. The only reason they were downstairs now was to get something to eat so they could go back upstairs and have some hot, steamy sex in the shower.

Not trusting his voice, Grarhen ran from the room to obey the new Master of the Sitri clan.

Andromeda was blushing profusely, her thighs clenching as she stared at the monster cock that was sticking out of Lord Trheabhin's tunic. How was her mother able to handle this? Is that on her ass too? She couldn't understand a single word her mother was saying to her. Maybe it was an apology? Perhaps it was a request that she accept this new dynamic in her parents' relationship from now on? Hell, there was a possibility she wasn't even talking about her mating session with the stallion.

Arzan stared at his lover's son, who wore a look of defeat. "Addan, I want you to call a meeting with everyone, I mean with all the members of the Council of Demons. It's time to introduce me to the underworld."

"O-ok, Lord Trheabhin." Addan managed to say as he bit his bottom lip. "Should I make a request to 57 Demon Houses to send offerings in the form of mates?"

"For what purpose would you make such a strange request?" Arzan replied before Belsira could comment on the matter. "I don't need anyone but your mother to meet my basic needs. No thanks, I'm happy with her."

Belsira's eyes filled with tears, her happiness without limits. A part of her hadn't expected her lover to see their union as anything more than an always-available fuck. After all, he was the most powerful being on the planet and most high-ranking demons, including her husband, all had harems. Her heart leapt at the knowledge that Arzan wished to secure a monogamous relationship with her, just like his son with his daughter-in-law. "I love you, Lord Trheabhin."

"I love you too, Little Belsira." Arzan said in a whisper as he claimed his woman's lips, gently massaging her huge ass through her bathrobe.

Andromeda was amazed when her tame mother began to lead the Wicked Entity to the refectory to enjoy a feast fit for a king with impetuosity in her footsteps. Thousands of women would gladly compete to be dominated by this hanging deity, but he showed absolutely no desire to be involved with anyone other than his mother. It was obvious that Lord Trheabhin, despite his being a slasher of homes, had made his mother fall madly in love with him. It was clear to her now that that love was being fully returned.

As the pair walked away, Addan knew that his parents' marriage was completely in ruins. Apparently, he ordered his wife to stay away from the Sitri property for no reason. He was guessing that Trheabhin would decide to subdue Marietta next, right after her mother's subjugation. At least he no longer had to worry about losing his wife to the Apocalyptic Beast or his mother's welfare.

The upside of this one-day apocalyptic mess was that the enemy of the Supreme God was planning to remain loyal to the Princess of Ruin he had ruined for her husband.