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The ongoing Demon Lord series. The farmboy turned master wizard is still trying to manage his new home as the horde of goblins and orcs get ready for some payback. Nothing a little humiliation won't put a stop to.

Things were never truly quiet around the Demon Lord’s manor, but at least things were settled into the strange norm that Finn had grown accustomed to. He had a variety of demonic, undead and monstrous servants running around, things were naturally noisy no matter how big his new home was.

“Hey, boss!” Ritz barked with a voice that punched through his veil of sleep.

The curvy little imp flopped ass first onto his face a second later, rattling him fully awake. Finn grunted from the landing, only to grunt louder when Skeetch landed on him. Her wide behind squashed down on his stomach. She still carried a round belly and extra curves from when he had impregnated her with his hellspawn, even after they had left her womb.

“Hey, daddy! Need some help with that morning wood!?” she blurted to echo her fellow imp.

Finn sat up and gently shoved his familiars off of him. He was packed in between Elle and Arvita; his dark elf maid and his half-minotaur bodyguard. His bed had become quite the center of attention lately, especially with the demonic corruption bringing out the worst (though Finn had to think “best”) in his underlings. Elle was still bearing a round belly from her recent urges for breeding, and Ariita’s bulk had made the bed tilt in her direction until a bit of necromancy and skeletal elbow grease reinforced it.

“Alright, alright. At least let me open my eyes first.”

Finn climbed over his giantess lover and out of the moaning, barely conscious arms of his elf. He was still waking up, which meant he unconsciously opened a portal next to his bed to warp him and his gremlins to the dining room. He sat down at his table where a Helga, his undead golem of a maid, hastily wheeled out a large covered dish.

“Breakfast ready and waitin’ for you, sir!” she reported as she lifted the lid.

Finn had thought it was way too much for him to eat. He was both right and wrong. Several of the dishes had been consumed already by a pudgy ratgirl, who now lounged across the empty plates. His spymaster and resident information broker sucked some syrup from her fingers as she slid Finn a dish of steak and eggs with her foot.

“Mornin’, chief. Got big news for ya, so I thought you’d want to hear it right away.”

Finn rolled his eyes.

“In the middle of my breakfast?” he asked, double checking that there wasn’t any fur in his food.

“Happy coincidence,” Reek dismissed.

Ritz and Skeetch vanished under the table, helping themselves to a feast of their own. They pulled aside his robes like a curtain and started running their lips and tongues all over his shaft. Finn was so used to this by now that he let them carry on without disturbing his meal.

“So what’s this news? That you already demolished the waffles?”

“Ha! Good one, sir! But nah, this is bigger’n waffles. Remember when you asked about your butler? Turns out the tribes outside the village… the orcs and the goblins that you scared off a little while back? They’re getting a lot more organized than usual. And a lot more pissy. Think they’re gathering, and sound like they’ve got your boy.”

Finn nodded. They had tried to raid the village, but some quick work with his minions and they were down a chief and a few warriors. They took it as a bad sign and high-tailed it, but they sounded like they had gotten over the devastating blow. Speaking of, Finn briefly twitched as Skeetch took and especially deep swallow of his balls.

“Oof… ok. So we talk to them. They’re mad, but we were just retaliating. There’s no reason we can’t both coexist just because there’s a human town and an orc village.”

“Deeeepends what kinda orc you ask. They got longstanding traditions about territory,” Reek warned him carefully.

Finn nodded. For all his power, he really didn’t know much about the world beyond his farm. “I don’t suppose you’re feeling like a diplomat,” he offered.

“I deal in intel more than people. Slight difference,” Reek deflected.

Whether or not she was weaseling out of it wasn’t clear, but he wasn’t about to press the matter. He’d have asked Rem to go negotiate with them, being a polite and bright elf that spoke for many demon lords before him, but he was apparently already in the enemy clutches. He wasn’t even sure if they knew who he was supposed to be or if the goblins had snatched up an unaware fuckboi for the fun of it.

“Okay. So we arrange a meeting. Helga?”

The undead maid’s head had tilted sharply to one side. She stared into space for a moment before there was a dull sparking from around her neck and she jerked back to attention.

“Yes, m’lord?”

“Send word that I’ll meet with their leader. Reek, fill me in on where they are and what they’re like while I finish whatever you left over for me. I still need to feeeee~d nevermind!”

He grunted hard as the imps’ combined slurping drained another orgasm from his massive dick. The fresh load shot over them and he felt their big, hungry mouths wolf it down as fast as he could spit it out.

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Once everything had been arranged, Finn gathered a small escort and teleported himself to the front of the warcamp. There was the expected mass of tents that could only mean a battle or an especially lively festival was about to go down. He appeared from the writhing black portal with Arvita, the towering and muscular minotaur pumped full of his dark magic, and the imps scampered in by his side. He didn’t want to bother Elle in her pregnant condition. She’d certainly have come, but he wanted her eating and sleeping for her own sake.

A few shouts in goblish and orcese rang out across the camp. A pair of orcs brandishes spears at Finn as a show of force, but even he was unphased. They were simply worried about what he could do to them after his forces had devastated them without even trying.

An important-looking woman with green skin and hair of rust red and chalk white came marching towards him. She was far from the biggest woman in the tribe, but much too large to be a goblin. He quickly pinned her as a crossbreed; short and squat with some visible muscle but the curvy softness of a goblin to go with it. She was decorated with just about anything Finn could think of to make her look tough and stand out. Markings were branded and painted over her clothes, which was a mishmash of light armor and furs. Warpaint marked her face and her full, proud bosom (which remained exposed despite the practical nature of the others), while rings of runic letters circled her round biceps and forearms. Her tusks were nowhere nearly as pronounced as the full-blooded orcs, giving her a sneer full of thick but sharp teeth like a walking shark. Her hair was high and wild like a reckless but lazy attempt at a mohawk.

“So the chiefslayer arrives,” the hybrid leader scoffed.

“Done hiding behind spells and monsters, I suppose?”

Finn wasn’t much of a dark lord, but he couldn’t take the verbal jabs personally. She probably had a lot on her plate leading this clan of warriors, especially when his girls had eaten their last chief.

“I’m just trying to keep both sides happy,” he assured her.

“You’re clearly very capable and a real threat to the townsfolk, so I don’t want to provoke anything we may regret. Now where is my manservant?”

The spokeswoman stood her ground and folded her arms across her chest. When she didn’t say anything, he realized it wasn’t posturing so much as not willing to admit she had no idea what he was talking about.

“The dark elf. Scrawny little thing, went missing from my carriage.”

“Oh! That was yours then!” the half-orc showed some genuine surprise.

She didn’t seem sure if she was happy to find another card up her sleeve or concerned to find that there were more pawns of the demon lord around her than she expected.

“He’s tucked away somewhere safe.”

“Under a pile of bodies, no doubt,” Finn sighed, getting a chuckle from his posse.

When the half-orc started to look concerned, he realized what he’d implied.

“I’m sorry! I assume you have some kind of breeding tent you’ve been keeping him in or something,” he explained.

The woman relaxed a bit again.

“Ah. Yes. He didn’t look like a proper assassin when we got him, and he hasn’t put up much of a fight. He’s been entertaining the troops, to say the least…”

The short green amazon gripped a long, flat blade at her side but didn’t draw it as she scowled at Finn.

“I am Bav. Daughter of the great chief you swallowed in front of us. I will see my tribe gets its revenge by razing that village to the ground.”

“No,” Finn replied calmly.

When Bav didn’t seem to process this, he added a “Please.”

Bav just frowned back at him, clearly unconvinced. Arvita stooped a few feet down until she was relatively close to his ear.

“Listen, I’ve butted heads with them a few times over shit like this. They’ve got their codes and all, but nothin’ trumps orc law like a show of force. Sprinkle a little ceremony on it and they’ll buy into it.”

Finn weighed her words and his options. Blowing them to smithereens did feel like a waste, despite the barely noticeable tug the ring seemed to be trying to provoke him with. He raised a finger as an idea struck him.

“How about this? A duel to avenge your leader. One of yours against one of mine. If I win, you give me back my elf unharmed and leave the village alone.”

“You’re asking a lot for a human facing a hundred strong,” Bav scoffed, her sneer curling her thick nose along with it.

“Well if yours wins, you get this.”

Finn palmed his own fist and slid off his ring. He heard a tiny, barely audible series of protests and curses in his head as he held it up between his fingers.

“The demon lord’s symbol and all the powers that come with it. I’ll give it up if you win.”

That was too big a bait for Bav to even question. Her eyes widened as she stared at the skull-themed ring.

“Deal! I will fight for my people,” she decided hastily.

Bav shrugged off a few layers of furs, bared down to some heavy but skimpy armor across her breasts. Arvita smirked and rolled her massive shoulders.

“Oh, too easy. Thanks for the softball,” the half-giant said with a smirk.

“Not you, Arvi. Not this time. I’d like to hedge my bets a little on this one.”

He gestured down by his hip. Skeetch had started eating a shield she’d swiped off a guard like it was a big cracker, and Ritz was scratching herself inappropriate when she got distracted by all the diplomacy going on.

“Ritz? Take care of her and there’s a long, sweaty night of passion in it for you,” Finn instructed.

She snapped back to attention, shaking out of her bored stupor.

“Huh? Really? Ah shit, cool!” she rambled.

“Just don’t go too rough on her. Try leaving her alive, at least,” he pressed as the imp scampered off towards the battle.

Her stubby legs strode up confidently in front of the demi-orc. Even with Bav standing a little over 4 feet tall, she was still bigger and wider than Ritz. She grinned toothily down at the purple demonling.

“Too easy indeed,” she scoffed as she drew her weapon.

Finn just nodded towards the stunned Arvita.

“Let her have her fun. If any of the others look like they’re about to start anything at all, you’ve got full permission to intercept them and make them suffer.”

That seemed to make the minotaur brighten up.

“Suffer how?”

“Get creative. As long as they know who’s in charge around here.”

Arvita let out a low, grim chuckle as she strolled off, giving the showdown plenty of room while she approached the rest of the orcs looking for trouble. The squad of guards shuffled themselves around, trying to give the one woman army her space and zero excuses.

A nearby goblin blew a deep horn that apparently signaled the duel. Bav gave a short, hearty shout as she charged forward, swinging her blade with surprising speed and force for someone so short.

Ritz had the good fortune of not being bound by physics at all. The imp sidestepped a massive overhead swing that buried Bav’s blade deep in the earth, just to tear it back out again. The orcish leader wound up for another swing when Ritz opened wide and lashed out with her tongue. It stuck to the flat of the blade and recoiled back into her mouth, yanking the weapon out of Bav’s hands. She watched in utter confusion as Ritz caught it in her mouth like a dog with a bone, just to snap it in half with a firm bite. Some quick, messy gobbling and she had swallowed the entire sword.

“Nice warmup snack,” Ritz said, pausing to let out a low burp.

“What else ya got?”

It wasn’t hard to read the goblin-hybrid’s expression. She was stunned as she watched the sword vanish down a demon’s throat towards the same fate as the previous chief. She took on a ready fighting stance but her hesitation was easy to see.

Ritz happily took advantage, always happy to bully somebody. Especially when they were bigger than her. She leapt at Bav and latched onto her upper body with her strong hands on her shoulders and prehensile toes clinging to her tits. Ritz opened her mouth and Bav barely stifled a squeak in terror. Rather than swallowing her whole, the imp just mashed her face into the half-orc’s and started stuffing her tongue down her throat. It certainly got far enough, since Bav wretched as she choked on the lengthy appendage that seemed to tickle somewhere inside her stomach.

The chieftess gagged and grabbed Ritz around her little pot belly, tearing her off in a powerful tug. The imp’s tongue sheathed itself back into her face like a roll of measuring tape as she was held at arm’s length. Even as deceptively powerful a manifested demon as she was, she still weighed next to nothing. She looked momentarily surprised before Bav lifted and bodyslammed her down to the ground. Her short but thick figure practically buried Ritz beneath her hefty tits.

“Nice try, you speck of a servant!” Bav scoffed, starting to gain a bit more bluster.

Ritz poked her head out from beneath her tits, resting her chin on the big green cleavage. She blinked up at her blankly, as if the bulk of the short warrior slamming on top of her hadn’t done a thing. Ritz’s eyes just darted down towards the impressive rack and her tongue snaked out again. It slid down Bav’s top and flicked curiously over her nipple.

The half-orc jolted, briefly feeling insulted by the move. A much more powerful feeling arose , sending shivers of pleasure through her chest. Bav shuddered as a strangely pleasant warmth ran through her insides. Ritz just smirked and licked her lips. The spatter of her demonic saliva splashed over the stunned Bav’s lips, making the half-orcs lower lip quiver. Everywhere the imp’s spit touched was overwhelmed by surges of arousal.

“What’sa matter? Somethin’ distractin’ ya?” Ritz teased with a wicked grin on her face.

She delivered a firm smack to one of Bav’s breasts, knocking it into the other. She gasped among the excessive jiggling and recoiled in surprise. Ritz grabbed her armored top with one of her feet, holding it firmly enough that her retreat just made her tits pop out of her top. Bav clutched at her chest, trying to cover herself up. Her hypersensitive skin tingled with fresh lust, triggering a horny moan to escape her lips. Finn immediately appreciated Ritz’s eagerness to tease her opponent.

Bav might have been bigger than Ritz, but it didn’t do her any good if she wasn’t paying attention to the fight. The imp pounced on her and knocked the half-orc onto her back, pinning one of her arms above her head. Bav took a desperate swing at her but she was far clumsier in her panic. Ritz caught her by the wrist and hopped off the bigger woman, swinging her over her head like a human club. She landed on her back with a heavy thud, her clothes falling even further off her body.

Ritz grabbed her by the ankle next, lifting up one of her stubby legs. Her armored loincloth flopped up onto her stomach, showing she was wearing nothing underneath.

“I ain’t ever fucked a chief before,” Ritz snickered.

Seeing she was in full control now, she forced Bav’s legs apart. She leaned in and plunged her tongue deep inside her twat. She was already wet from her teasing and her lust-inducing drool, so the hungry maw slurped into her pussy with zero resistance.

“AHHHN~!”

Bav wailed and shuddered as the long, prehensile tongue flexed and curled inside her. The thick muscle crushed up against her clit and filled up her snatch. Any pretense of this being anything close to a competition vanished behind her horny wails.

“Grash! GRASH!” she cried out in a shrill, panicked tone.

Finn didn’t know orcish, but it sure sounded more like a command than some tribal dirty talk. He felt bad about her being so soundly humiliated in front of her forces, even if she had been intending to raid the town with them. It also wasn’t doing her any good with Finn’s aides on duty.

Arvita alone had intercepted a half dozen orcs and goblins that had tried to interfere. She had clocked out the first few but was having more fun with the rest of them as she freed up her hands. She was sitting on two of the soldiers, burying them beneath her hefty ass. She had one orc’s head wrapped up in one brawny arm, mashing his face against her demonically huge chest. She held a goblin in one hand, completely held up by the crotch. She squealed and kicked frantically around in the half-giant’s grasp.

“Gimme one! Gimme one!” a shrill voice chirped at her from nearby.

Skeetch had hopped over to join her. The pot-bellied imp opened her mouth wide, pointing at the gaping opening that was her maw. Arvita tossed her handful of goblin at her and the shortstack easily swallowed them down in one gulp. The rest of the monster underlings watched their ally vanish and quickly lost interest in getting involved, lest they suffer the same fate and land in her impressive gut. Skeetch just burped appreciatively at her latest meal. Arvita, not content with punishing the few meddlers she’s already dealt with, just grabbed a random orc that was unlucky enough to be within her reach. The giantess lifted her off her feet by her tight leather underwear, wedgying as she snatched a large flask from the orc’s hip.

“Shit! Nice! This one’s got treats,” she laughed.

Bav was left stranded in her duel and had lost the ability to even think straight. She didn’t have the look of the proud leader she’d started as. She looked like a common whore as Ritz held her upside down, using her strong limbs to tear off her clothes. She had her legs folded so far back that her toes touched her ears, her legs spread wide as the demonic tongue flooded her pussy. A thick mix of her horny juices and the lust-inducing spittle overflowed down the rest of her. Her eyes rolled and her gawking, wailing mouth drooled just as heavily. Ritz just snickered mockingly, rolling and flexing her tongue to make her twitch and shudder.

Bav finally erupted into a sloppy orgasm. Even the tightly stuffed tongue didn’t stop her from squirting a short geyser of cum. It was even heavier and messier than he had seen coming out of Arvita despite being half the cowgirl’s size. Her squat body thrashed in place, even as Ritz held onto her. She kept licking and sucking away, grinding away at her clit with the tip of her hungry tongue.

The tribe’s armies grew even more unsure of themselves as Bav released her screaming, writhing orgasm. Finn was just starting to think about how he’d like to see more just like it when she twisted in place. Her chubby form flexed a surprising amount of muscle as Bav howled and came again. She somehow had enough left in her to coat Ritz’s face and mouth all over again, and a third time within a few minutes. Finn had to guess it had something to do with Ritz interpreting his will, but he was still impressed by the sexual stamina of the half-orc.

He had lost count by the time Bav’s eyes had rolled completely back into her head. She lay completely splayed out as Ritz retreated, happily licking the mess of cum off her face. Finn finally stepped in to intervene.

“This is over. Anyone else disagree?” he offered.

Nobody spoke up. The orcs and goblins were clearly not in a fighting mood now that their champion was a cummy heap on the ground. Finn approached the fallen warrior and squatted down to ensure that she could hear him as she started to blink, a witless look still on her face.

“I’m surprised you lasted that long. Even I have a hard time holding out against Ritz’s mouth.”

“My secret is a tongue that could crush a beer mug!” Ritz cackled.

Bav sighed as her head rolled dizzily. To Finn’s surprise, she broke into a hearty laugh for such a weakened woman.

“Yes… well, what more could I have asked for? A worthy opponent and more pleasure than I’ve had in my entire life. The chief’s bastardess daughter didn’t exactly have mates lining up to court her, and I’m sure I’ll be facing a dishonorable execution for starting all this and losing to your underlings within minutes.”

The naked half-orc ran a hand through her mohawk and sighed dramatically at the sky.

“I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Better to die avenging my father rather than cower for the rest of my life. I would simply be honored if you finished me now rather than leave me to my people’s scorn.”

Finn had been pondering her the entire time he’d been watching the duel. And not because of how attractive the short woman was when she was cumming her brain out. He rubbed his ring ponderously.

“I’m impressed you were able to organize such a large force together on such short notice,” he pointed out.

Bav still seemed slightly out of it, but she nodded.

“You learn the main leaders of any force quickly enough. The messengers, the squad leaders, the notable warriors among the foot soldiers. Gather their interest and it will spread to the others.”

That made a lot of sense, but it was details that Finn wouldn’t have considered. He snapped his fingers and conjured another burst of dark magic. The half-orc flinched for a moment, but rather than blowing her up like she’d feared, Finn made a fresh set of armor appear on her. It was still skimpy, closer to a leather and black iron corset that clung to her thick figure than anything else. It bore a symbol resembling the skull on his ring.

“Then how about this instead? I’m finding myself with a lot of territory to watch over. I have my bodyguards and servants, but that’s not going to help me protect the entire town very well. What would you say to you and your army working under me? I’m sure I can conjure whatever you need in food and gold, and I’d like you to maintain your position as my personal general. Handling all my military and large scale matters that are frankly a bit beyond me.”

Bav went wide-eyed. She broke into a big, warm smile of fangs and tusks as she stood up. Her legs quivered from her chain of orgasms but she remained standing as straight as she could as she saluted him.

“You slew our chief and bested me as their next leader in a duel. You have more than earned the right to lead us, Lord Finn, and I would be honored to serve under such a warrior!”

Finn had to snicker at that. He was a lot of things, he supposed, but not a warrior. And technically it was his familiars acting as his seconds that had beaten her.

“NOW IS YOUR CHANCE TO DESTROY YOUR ENEMY,” the grim voice spoke from Finn’s ring into his head.

“Hey! No,” he scolded under his breath before clearing his throat.

“That sounds perfect. Inform your troops and meet me back at the castle so I can… fill you in.”

Finn waved to the uncertain army, assuring them that things had been settled and they were free to go. Bav whirled back on them, storming towards them (with a bit of a limp as she got used to her exhausted thighs) and barked something in orcish that sounded as authoritative as it was aggressive. They quickly got their shit together and started to pack things up.

“SO MANY SOULS WASTED ON THE LIVING,” the ring seemed to sigh in Finn’s head.

“Come on. We’re not that kind of demon lord,” Finn warned it back.

“You and me are going to have a long talk about what I’m going to do with you.”

“PERHAPS. IF YOU CAN EVER STOP YOURSELF FROM SATISFYING YOUR COLLECTION OF HARLOTS.”

Finn didn’t have a reply to that. The ring had a fair point, considering he had just acquired ANOTHER henchmonster that seemed eager to worship the ground he walked on.