The New Demon Lord: The Ring (patron reward) (Patreon)

The story's been a little slow lately between doing the chapters bit by bit, but got some more I can post of this one. Finally starting to dig into where Finn's new ring came from and what it does, mostly as he decides to grant it a body of its own. With the usual perverted twists, of course.

“I cannot help but presume your time would be better spent enacting your dark will upon the world,” the ominous voice growled in Finn’s head.

“Well, my dark will is actually pretty satisfied with how things are right now. And you popping into my head is why we’re doing this.”

“It’s still talking to you, huh?” Mendel asked.

She sat in the middle of a chalk circle set up in the throne room. The chubby, scholarly halfling only wore a loose robe, prepped for the ritual ahead of them.

“Ring’s been extra chatty lately for some reason. It’s become enough of a distraction that I figure it should be able to be anywhere besides my finger and that it can talk to other people.”

“I have manifested in as many incarnations as my masters needed over the years. An obsidian sword. A grand scepter. A grim scythe. What would you have me be, master?”

“I don’t know. Something cute and fluffy maybe? I’ve kind of ditched the skull theme around here,” Finn said as he stepped into the chalk circle.

He could feel the intentional silence coming from the ring. The demon lord let it be as he undressed, ditching his robes and tossing aside his pants that were enchanted to contain his massive cock. It clapped to a stop around his knee where Mendel’s eyes fixated on its swinging path.

“So you think its idea will work?” he asked her.

Mendel snapped back to attention and adjusted her glasses.

“Oh! Yes, it should. Magic manifests in a lot of ways, but strong emotion and creation of life are common sources. The notion of secret sex cults isn’t entirely baseless, so some ah… vigorous lovemaking should be a potent jumpstart for your already impressive…”

The halfling eyes ran up the length of his shaft.

“...magic. So let’s get started, huh?”

She started to wriggle out of her robes. It promptly got stuck halfway up, catching on her chin and blinding her to the rest of the room. It still exposed her plump belly and plumper tits, the mixed results of her being a ravenous werewolf and a bookish shortstack. Her flexible and fuzzy toes curled as she grunted and struggled with her robe, but Finn decided that was good enough for now.

So he grabbed the dorky little brunette by her hips, squeezing her plump ass as he lifted her into the air. He took a casual half a second to line her up, spreading her legs out as he thrust deep into her. Mendel cooed loudly, giving her the jolt she needed to pop her robes the rest of the way off. She dropped them so she could latch onto him, squashing her big breasts into his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, collapsing in a moaning, horny mess on his shoulder.

“OHH! OH YES! Fill me up, my lord!” she panted in his ear.

Finn went on regardless of her encouragement, but he gave it to her harder for it. Her chubby body bounced in place, working up a sweat in seconds. The circle around them crackled with energy, and Finn felt the ring slide off his finger to levitate nearby. It seemed to be watching them as it absorbed whatever passionate sex magic they were generating. It glowed an unnatural black light, forming an orb that seemed to sculpt itself sluggishly into a proper shape.

Finn couldn’t focus on it terribly well. Not when he was balls deep in the chubby little nerd of the manor. He pulled up on her frizzy hair, kissing her firmly on the mouth. She panted and squealed into his mouth, her heart racing against his as her hard nipples rubbed on his chest. Her breathing became faster, then deeper as he felt her getting heavier in his hands. She could definitely bulk up when she got to eating, but this was something else. Her eyes went wide behind her glasses, gaining the amber coloration she got when she turned into a werewolf.

Finn had heard but never seen her transform in person. Especially not while she was still around his cock. It surprised him to see, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. He’d fucked enough monsters and demonic lovers that he went right back at it with the transformed halfling.

“A wild little thing, aren’t you?” Finn grunted as he was forced to set her down.

He still turned her to get on her hands and knees. Mendel grunted louder and deeper as she started to grow into her shortstack werewolf state. Her body grew larger while still remaining tight around her master’s dick, like it was constantly catering to his needs. The stronger legs pumped back against him, letting him plow deeper into her bigger wolven body. The dark brown fur sprouted across her body as she dug her claws into the ground, growling savagely as Finn plowed her wetter and juicier pussy. Her body rumbled with a mix of hunger pangs from her bigger form and her passionate growling, planting her strong little limbs to take as hard a fucking as he could give her.

“Yes! Fuck! RRGHHHOWWW~!”

She broke into a heated howl as they came together. Finn’s dark seed filled up her pussy and belly from behind as she gushed a creamy mess of her own over his lap. Her howl echoed off the walls, vibrating with the crackling energy of the ritual.

“The hunger…” the ring mused grimly as they calmed down from their impromptu sex. Finn saw Mendel’s fuzzy ears perk up.

“I heard that,” she noted.

They both turned towards the shadowy energy that finally started to solidify into a real body.

The ring had reshaped itself into something resembling a satyr. It was a squat, plump body, short while still standing taller than the imps or goblins. Its black skin was slightly paler than the wooly fur that covered its hooved legs and a stub of a tail. Short, back-turned horns grew out of a similarly puffy mass of hair like a small afro of curls. Oversized breasts hung from her chest jiggling around with even the slightest of movements. A single, narrow red eye scowled impatiently at its master.

“Well?” the ring spoke, staring down Finn.

“Does this cater to my lord’s tastes? Be this ‘cute and fluffy’ enough for his dark desires?”

The ring monstergirl cupped one of her big, charcoal-black jugs and let it bounce back into place. It remained stone-faced, but the hand idly wandered back up to start playing with the breast as it settled.

“Honestly? Huge improvement,” Finn admitted.

“Thank you… ring? That doesn’t really fit anymore, does it?”

The ring’s newest manifestation shrugged indifferently. It kept playing with its boob though.

“Let’s spice it up a little. What about Ringu?” he pitched.

A bit of crimson crossed the creature’s cheeks. It wasn’t much, but the color stood out boldly on her obsidian skin.

“It does sound… cuter,” it conceded.

“Perfect. You’re such a good girl already.”

Finn approached and palmed the top of Ringu’s puffy hair. He gave her a firm headpat, and the manifestation jerked in surprise before leaning its head up to lean into the petting like an overgrown, extremely magical cat. Her eye widened as she clearly started to just become familiar with having a sense of touch.

“I… am a good girl,” she muttered in mixed feelings.

Her stomach gurgled behind her mild pot belly. Ringu bit her lip and gave a low growl.

“I require food…” she grumbled like a more intelligent but just as needy version of one of his imps.

“That we can arrange. Come on, you two. Let’s go test Ringu out in the kitchen.”

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Rem sat naked in the washroom. The curvy, femboy drow grimaced as the two imps scrambled around him, sucking and licking every part of him one by one. The lord had been quite clear on his butler’s orders: he smelled like an orcish orgy after so many of them had their way with him while he was held hostage. Demon spit, it seemed, was strong enough to wipe all the orc musk off, considering it was strong enough to help them digest entire people. The elf didn’t consider for a moment that it was an act of mild jealousy over the orgy.

“Musta knocked up a bunch of them out there, huh?” Ritz snickered between sucking on his ticklish toes.

“I don’t know! It was just a little while…” the elf muttered.

“Yea, and he ain’t got the balls for all that like the boss does,” Skeetch added, taking her time getting into the crevices of his plump ass.

“Just be lucky they didn’t get you preggo like your sis. That girl looks ready to pop any day now.”

“Don’t be silly. They couldn’t get me pregnant because I’m a boy. Even if MY SISTER’S WHAT!?!”

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The three dark minions had settled into the kitchen with their master. He watched them devour one of his conjured feasts, appreciating Ringu’s enthusiasm for her newly discovered mouth. She seemed to have a particular taste for anything baked, stuffing blueberry muffins into her face as fast as she could. She stuffed things in with her hands, but occasionally she conjured a black, shadowy tendril out of herself to grab something extra while they were busy. She was new to having a truly physical body, but she was incredibly good at making it do whatever she pleased. It was good to see she still had the vast powers she’d offered him before, and even without touching her, Finn snapped his fingers testingly and could still conjure food and flicks of flame. Her power was still bound to him, even as a familiar than a piece of jewelry.

“You eat a lot for someone who didn’t eat in hundreds of years,” Finn pointed out.

“I have much catching up to do,” Ringu mumbled, sputtering crumbs as she spoke.

“Fair enough.”

The animated artifact speared a string of doughnuts on one of her arcane tentacles, starting to dip them into her mouth one at a time. The imps grinned and elbowed each other, clearly approving of their fellow indulgent shortstack. Ringu gave a low and approving grunt.

“I must thank you for giving me a belly to fill, master,” the little satyr grunted.

“I have not seen such prosperity and feasting in these castle walls since the crusades.”

Finn started to nod but stopped halfway. “Wait, the what?”

Ringu scarfed down some more food. She learned exactly how many snacks she could fit in her mouth at once, and after mumbling for a moment she adapted to speak telepathically so she didn’t have to stop chewing to tell her tale.

“The crusades of the Sacred Order of Purrgh. A powerful force within the churches of the gods. Back in the days when I was first forged by deep dwarves for the first Demon Lord I ever served, darkness thrived. Monsters and death roamed the world and those with a talent for magic did as they pleased. At our apex, the gods chose to intervene and granted powers to their champions and chosen. There was a great purge, crushing the dark races and forcing them to retreat to their own territories. The great necromancers were all but annihilated at the hands of their armies, clerics, paladins and demigods.”

Ringu snorted in distaste and spat on the floor.

“Holy cowards. Using their numbers and immense magics to have their way.”

Finn tilted his head in thought.

“Isn’t that exactly what you were doing first?”

Ringu scoffed.

“Exactly. We were there first. Besides, they could not best my masters. They were too clever. I knew their ways from scrying on other wizards and necromancers. The Death Lord, The Plague Lord, The Lord of Tainted Flesh… they were too arrogant and too widespread. I advised my masters and kept ourselves humble yet powerful. The church failed to recognize us as a target. They assumed we were little more than a corrupt noble because we kept to our small domain.”

Skeetch licked some pizza sauce from her fingertips and pointed at Finn.

“That’s true. You didn’t even know what a Demon Lord was when we first found you. He must have done a pretty good job, huh?”

“Good point,” Finn conceded, but the confusing outburst of lore kept him thinking on it.

“So this holy order of something…”

“Sacred order. And of Purrgh,” Ringu corrected him.

“Right. Are they still around?”

“I should assume so. They were the men and women at arms of the church. If they have any muscle at all, I would think it still be them. Heroes training heroes and passing divine powers onto each other in case of anything like the dark ages happening again.”

“Anything like the dark ages. Where evil monsters thrived and dark magic was abused for wealth and power?”

“Yes.”

“Kind of like we’re doing right now?”

“Bah. I told you, master. My masters wield their power subtly. Intimidating their underlings into silence and locking down borders to prevent too much interference.”

“Sure, but I’ve been spreading mercy and kindness to the villagers, besides letting Mendel eat some livestock and thieves.”

“And the orc tribes knew that the Demon Lord title had changed hands, so word is getting out. Is The Order going to be a problem if I’m just enjoying myself and solving problems around the local towns?”

Ringu froze for a moment. Her large eye narrowed as she clearly struggled with the thought, and frowned as this all dawned on her. The black satyr gave a displeased grunt, still her dark and brooding self at her core. She took another bite of cake.

“Interesting. Their logic is dubious, as they see all darkness as evil. Even if you are clearly lacking in any such maliciousness until provoked.”

“Don’t say that like it’s an insult!” Finn objected.

“But should word reach them of what you are and that you hold the power of one of the original lords of darkness, I am positive that they would at least send scouts, emissaries… perhaps even ‘heroes’ to come prying. Assuming they’d bother to ask questions before they started sieging.”

Finn sighed. It was troubling, but he had also decimated an army with minimal effort already. Now he had that same army at his command, so he certainly wasn’t defenseless. Still, he’d rather avoid any more fighting than he had to. Even if they did find out, that was all a long time ago. He was sure there were new people with new ways of thinking in charge these days.

“And you said there were other lords before me? That is, besides the Demon Lords?”

“Oh yes. The five lords of old. The points of the dark star. Great and terrible rulers, back when a tyrant knew how to be a tyrant.”

“I’m not going to start killing and reanimating people, Ringu,” Finn reminded her firmly.

Ringu flinched at his slightly raised tone. She fell to her knees on the tabletop, slamming her horned head into the wood in as deep a bow as her fat tits would allow. Even the imps jumped in surprise at her reaction.

“Apologies, master! I meant you no offense!” she pleaded with surprising fear in her voice.

It surprised Finn, but it made sense. The ring had never done anything he didn’t want it to. She was a weapon first and foremost, and didn’t know anything about being anything more than a possession. Plus, who knew how many cruel masters she’d had before him that barely considered her as more than an object. Finn reached out and ruffled her fuzzy hair.

“It’s alright. I’m just letting you know.”

Ringu raised her head just enough to nod to him and spare a wary glance towards his face.

“Truly, my lord. I would never question your ways. From the depths of my silver and gemst… er… my heart and belly, that is… I am… truly pleased with all you have done for the realm. Whatever comes, I am certain that you will handle it wisely and will aid you however my magic and body can be of service.”

Finn nodded stiffly. “Very good. You may rise. And one more command before you go back to your feasting.”

Ringu nodded again as she rose to her knees. Finn reached for her and gave her a tap on her little stub of a nose.

“Enjoy yourself,” he said with a cheeky smile.