The New Demon Lord: The Lord's Jester (Patron reward) (Patreon)

Longtime coming chapter to the demon lord series. A lot going on in this one, but mostly finding a clown/jester-themed new demon to join the team, getting to know his newly transformed Ringu, and finding out some more about neighboring kingdoms and the history/reputation of the Demon Lord. Most of which he resolves with his usual impossible magic and by fucking shortstacks, of course.

“Is this normal?” Finn asked as he read over the letter. He sat at the comfortable chair he’d swapped out his throne for.

“A messenger imp vomiting a letter at your feet? Yes. A request for aid sent to the Demon Lord himself? No,” Ringu noted grimly as she stood patiently beside him.

The artifact turned demonic satyr had her arms folded diligently behind her back as she let him scan the letter. He knew she still had access to his mind and wishes, being bound to him more intensely than the casual imps, so he didn’t have to review the letter’s contents with her. Still, he reached over the arm of his chair and scratched at her curly hair between her goat horns. The stone-faced sheep girl spasmed as her single eye shut and her ears went flat, granting him full access to petting her. She let out a low, content breath as she floated higher up, making herself easier to reach. His hand naturally wandered to her little pot belly, scratching through her shallow black fur.

One of the random implings that Skeetch had birthed out had spat up the message at Finn’s feet before scampering off. It came from a neighboring kingdom of Styre, a place he had only heard of in all his life as a farm boy and a demon lord alike. It was a pleading message explaining that one of the inn’s waitresses was possessed by a demon and that no one had been able to cure her. They weren’t sure how it happened but they listed things like her skin changing color, strange voices coming out of her and unnatural contortions of her body.

“Maybe someone else heard that there’s a new Demon Lord,” Finn proposed.

“The villagers here have been pretty reasonable. I saved them from that monster army, and the drought, and I roped in their werewolf problem.”

Ringu gave a small grumble like she was displeased with all his mercy, but she was too content with her firm belly rubs to actually voice it.

“I say we help them. Why not? Start things off on the right foot with our neighbors. I’m sure the Demon Lord won’t have any problems with a random demon.”

Ringu grunted and nodded. Finn summoned a quick pie for her to wolf down as he stood back up.

“Alright! Ready the carriage. We can arrive first thing tomorrow. And send them a… uh… actually, sending a barfing demon would probably just scare them more. I’ll just introduce myself in person.”

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Finn arrived at Styre the next day. It was larger than the town he’d been living next to, more prone to polished stone and marble than the more simple farming village. He left most of his entourage at home, knowing he could conjure anyone or anything he needed with Ringu tagging along. He let her sleep in the carriage as he arrived in his enchanted robes and clothes.

It wasn’t hard to find the large but closed down inn. When he said he was there to help, a tall, wiry man that ran the place eagerly led him upstairs. He had the air of a wizard, at least, so he didn’t ask many questions about the free exorcism. The innkeeper unlocked one of the rooms and let Finn enter before nervously closing the door behind them. Finn was tense and ready for the horrors within, but his wariness vanished almost immediately.

The room appeared to be painted with bright reds and whites. A lovely elven woman laid tied to the bed, her arms and ankles bound to the bedposts. Her feet wore two-foot long, floppy red shoes and she was dressed in a polka dotted leotard that went from her groin to her bosom. She was chalky pale all over apart from some bright purple lips and a matching round nose. Her pale blonde hair balanced a tri-horned jester’s hat that jangled as she jerked her head strangely to stare at him with big, bubblegum pink-colored eyes.

“Well, hello! Another mortal soul come to play and fail!?” the strange woman greeted him in a theatrical, somewhat cockney accent.

“Seriously? What the fuck?” Finn asked. He was intrigued, but a little disappointed after hyping himself up for a day.

“What?”

“You’re a clown? She’s possessed by a clown.”

“I am the devil’s jester. The trickster of hell,” she corrected as sinisterly as she could.

Her wavering, goofy voice made it much more ridiculous than he could imagine she meant it to. Finn stepped up to her and reached out, honking her round purple nose.

“I don’t care. You are a literal clown. I know what a clown is.”

“What?! You dare to mock an invader from the Hells?!”

The waitress’ eyes glowed with a pink aura. The striped walls warped in shape, bending in and out like a beating heart as a thick, dark liquid started to run down the walls with a visceral, fleshy colored substance trailing out with it. Finn sniffed and thought he recognized the smell. He stepped up to the wall, and wiped some up with one finger. He took a lick of it and held up his finger like it was evidence.

“Congratulations. You made the walls ooze peanut butter and chocolate. You’ve made this the most pleasant exorcism I could imagine.”

The demonic clown stared at him. Clearly her tricks had worked on freaking out other people, but he had seen real demons. He had a dozen or so scarier things living in his castle, and that was after he’d gotten rid of most of the animated undead.

“You’re not scary. I know how you imps work, and you’re a big deal to most people, but not to me. Now get out of her body and go back home so we can wrap this up quickly.”

The painted woman’s lip quivered. It kept trying to form a sneer but it kept twitching back to an uncertain grimace.

“I… uh… no! This is my body. Jitters spent a long time getting up here and I ain’t goin’ back,” she defied with a childish pout.

Finn approached the bed. He cracked his knuckles, making a few purple sparks pop out of them. Jitters’ eyes widened again and her jangling cap drooped with a comical, tuba-like honk.

“Alright. But I know what you imps are like, and I know what draws you out of hiding. I think a sexorcism should do the trick.”

“A ah… a what now?” Jitters chirped meekly.

Finn shrugged off his robes and undid his pants. His darkly empowered cock burst out of his pants at the first opportunity. As if aiming to match its outburst, Jitters’ eyes swelled from not only wide open but actually stretching out of her head to stare at him in cartoonish shock.

“YOWZA! Where were you hiding that hunka hunka demon dick!?” she blurted out.

Her jaw dropped and her tongue rolled out impossibly long until it unrolled down her breasts and stomach. It was amusing to see rather than horrifying, as far as Finn was concerned, but on the attractive woman’s body, it was enough to make his hardon twitch. He moved to the foot of the bed, climbing onto it so that his huge erection rested against her mound.

“Last chance,” Finn warned, but by now he hoped she still refused to leave.

“Er… maybe you’d rather have some more peanut butter first?”

Finn pulled on the colorful leotard, stretching its elastic away from her groin. He thrust himself inside her, focusing a bit of magic in what he hoped would work like a magnet for the monstrous clown. Jitters immediately seized up, clenching her already tight snatch around him at the large and magical penetration. She spasmed on the bed, her neck and limbs cracking as they contorted absurdly. One of her eyes darted up towards him as if gauging his reaction.

“Neat trick. I always did like a girl who’s flexible,” Finn noted as he thrust into her again.

As he bottomed out inside her, it came with a comical honking sound. Jitters howled in arousal as her fingers gripped the bedsheets. Her big tits bounced around, clapping together loudly as if to applaud his efforts. They remained barely contained by her leotard as her bell-tipped hat jangled around atop her.

“Oh golly! It’s packed tighter than a clown carriage down there!” she yipped.

Jitters’ pussy seemed to grip around Finn’s erection like a hand through a rubber glove. His size with her grip rapidly milked his dick, and she clearly felt it as well. The hard thrusts into the tight, clownified woman started producing honks, whistles and exaggerated crashing noises as Jitters shivered like mad in her bonds. Her tongue rolled out like a hungry dog, panting as her body bucked as much as the ropes allowed her. Finn felt his cock press right into her clit, squashing it firmly against the peak of her pussy. The possessive clown let out a sputtering mewl before her head started spinning wildly, emitting a comical whizzing sound. It wasn’t clear if it was an attempt to scare Finn off or just her uncontrollable and cartoonish appreciation of his dicking. Her head clicked back into place facing forward, but her eyes kept rolling in circles so fast that the pupils became blurs. They finally rattled to a stop, bouncing around a few last times in her eyes.

Jitters was clearly lost in her lust by now. She slipped her hands out of her bonds to throw them around Finn’s shoulders. Her legs did the same, looping around his waist to bury him as deep as they both could manage. Her insides seemed to stretch and rearrange as she needed to house his demonic dick, and Finn swore he could feel a tongue sliding out from the depths of her pussy to lap at it. It was clearly working, so he tipped Jitters’ body over backward to mount her in a mating press. His dick drove into her even harder with gravity working along with his girth.

“Ohhh… uhhhh…. I’m… I’m gonnaaaaa HONK!”

With her final declaration, the woman’s body contorted into knots before going stock straight in all directions. Her hips bucked as she squirted over Finn’s erection, her clear cum leaking out the edges of her pussy as it washed over him. He felt a firmer pressure inside her and deducing what was happening, he took a step back and slid out of her. The human woman’s stomach stretched with a rubbery sound effect, and following right along after him came an imp sliding out of her vagina. She bore all the clown trappings that rapidly vanished from her human host, wearing a colorful leotard and floppy jester hat. Jitters’s slick skin was a checkered pattern of chalky white and purple. Her big eyes blinked vacantly as the room and human quickly lost their circus traits. The woman collapsed to the bed, back in a simple nightgown in a plain room.

“Wow… what a doozie,” Jitters rambled as she held her spinning, jingling head.

She stared up at him as she started to overcome her spiritual level orgasm.

“Er… you happen to have an opening for a court jester?”

Finn picked her up by the leg. It was surprisingly easy with her clown-sized feet wiggling their long toes to act like a handle. The recently crowned mage held her at eye level, exerting a small amount of magic onto Jitters. It seemed to naturally wrap around her, taking little effort and confirming that he could still wield his powers just fine without Ringu around.

“You work for me now. Understood?” Finn said sternly.

Jitters gave a jangly nod and an upside down salute.

“Whatever you say, boss!”

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Finn came back downstairs with the cured but tired-looking woman and his latest imp waddling along behind him. The innkeeper heard them coming from all the jingling, but he gave them a wary frown when he saw what was coming.

“What’s that?” the scrawny man asked in distaste.

“That’s your demon. It was camping out in your barmaid, but I extracted it. I’ll be taking it off your hands.”

The innkeeper grimaced at the notion. Finn was used to people rolling with whatever he said, so he made his way to the door as the barmaid hurried over to her boss. She whispered something frantically, looking less than grateful for the extraction. Finn thought it was odd that he didn’t get so much as a thank you, though he didn’t notice when they slipped out the back while he left. It wasn’t until he reached his carriage that he noticed a lot more of a crowd around than he remembered being there. There was also a line of guards stationed and ready… blocking the path of his horses.

“That’s the witch, then?” one of the heavily armored guards asked another grimly.

“What? I’m not a witch,” Finn pointed out casually. “I’m a mage. A sorcerer maybe…”

“Technically you’re a bit of a manwich, m’lord,” Jitters pointed out jokingly.

“Sounds like witch talk to me,” snarled a pudgy and messy woman from nearby.

“Filthy god-hatin’ bastard,” another citizen barked.

“I’ve got nothing against them. Worship whatever you want. But if you wanted a demon removed, you came to a demon expert. You ASKED the demon lord for help.”

He gestured at the air out of instinct. It stopped a bottle in midair before it could nail him in the head as it was flung out from the crowd. He let it fade into dust with another light push of power.

“We thought we were getting the help of a noble. Not some rotten old necromancer!” the lead guard snorted.

“I’m in my twenties. I’m younger than you!”

“So you’re one of those unaging soul-eaters, huh? I thought we’d burned the last of you at the stake. I guess we’ve got more work to do.”

The zealous villagers clearly weren’t listening in the slightest. The guards readied weapons while even the civilians started to brandish makeshift clubs or knives. Torches were lit to heat up the midday air. Finn backed towards his carriage. Even knowing it couldn’t get past the guards, it at least put something behind his back. He reached out with his magic as he looked for advice on the matter. Just like that, Ringu, Ritz, Skeetch and Rem appeared around him. The imps squatted into ready positions like chubby attack dogs as the crowd just got rowdier. Rem took a second to assess the situation and jumped in surprise.

“Ah… Lord Finn? You summoned me?” his dark elf manservant asked warily.

“Right. I could use some help about now,” Finn explained quickly.

Rem nodded rapidly. “I get that. But if you wanted to kill hundreds of villagers, maybe you should have summoned Arvita? I’m sure Bav would be thrilled to make some examples…”

“I’m not trying to kill them!” Finn insisted as he raised a hand again.

He summoned a simple bubble of a forcefield, deflecting a few thrown torches and stones.

“I’m trying to talk them out of all this. I helped them out and they’re trying to roast me like a marshmallow for doing what they asked!”

Rem looked over the angry mob. He was uneasy but it was clearly not the first he’d ever seen. He glanced down at Jitters, who rubbed her nose thoughtfully as it honked. Rem’s expression calmed as he looked back to his new boss.

“Well, as the Demon Lord, you do have control over demons. Why not use your magic to make them more easily convinced?”

Finn considered that. If it was between going to war or obliterating the townsfolk, he welcomed a third option. He channeled himself through his imps and Ringu, expanded his focus as far as it would go and unleashed a wave of rippling green energy through Styre.

Every citizen found themselves stunned for a split second before the transformations began. Every human between Finn and just beyond the borders began to shrink and change colors. The impification was a painless if bizarre experience. Those within eyeshot of him changed immediately, shrinking into shortstack parodies of their original human bodies. Their skin changed to strange colors, turning more bestial whether by a feral bit of body hair, thick and craggy hides or a slick, amphibious look. Their limbs shortened, some lanky and scrawny while others were thick or muscled little stubs.

One woman was back in her home, wondering about all the commotion was about when she quickly shriveled into a chubby, bright pink imp. Her clothes quickly lost their grip on her shrinking build and pooled around her feet, leaving her chubby curves exposed. She found her teeth growing into large sharp fangs surrounding a comical overbite, gasping before her eyes widened and glazed over. Her newly warped mouth grinned hugely, realizing she was in her kitchen when her shrunken gut gurgled. She sprang onto her countertop, grabbing and wolfing down anything she could grab with her mitts and tail. Her daughters hurried downstairs, similarly demonized and squealing with glee as they joined her in gnawing on whatever was in their line of sight.

The population of Styre finished their changes and immediately devolved into their baser instincts, looking for something to eat or hump. They scattered and spread like wildfire, pouncing on anybody who wasn’t turning fast enough to blend in with them. One guard was reduced to a neon green gremlin of a girl with long white hair down past her ankles. She suddenly grabbed a stunned priest’s leg, scrambling her naked body up his robes before grabbing his head. She planted a firm kiss on his lips, humming happily as she thrust a long, fat tongue into his mouth. Her thick, sweet-tasting drool overflowed his mouth, running down his throat and drooling down his chin. Her slopping slurping noises served as white noise as his mind became fuzzy, relaxing in her clutches as the transformation spread into him. He shrank down, sprouting breasts that tore right through the fabric of his robes. The long-haired demon held onto him until they were both brightly colored monsters, rolling around on each other and making out in mindless hedonism in the streets.

The rest of the imps gave any lingering humans long, greedy licks up their faces or caught them in hungry kisses and blowjobs as they humped their arms or legs. People screamed in surprise before their cries quickly turned to moans, succumbing to the change and shrinking down into another of Finn’s curvy little female fetches. Squeaky giggles and comical burps and farts echoed through the city as his demonic curse spread through the town. In a few swift seconds, the town was powerless to do anything about the demon lord. In a few minutes, the city full of trigger-happy witch hunters was replaced by one full of happy, horny implings. The effects seemed to finally dwindle out a bit past their borders when there were less things for them to eat and fuck.

“Wow, boss! This is my kinda town! Thanks for the invite!” Skeetch noted.

She grinned as she watched the spreading chaos around her. A threesome suddenly broke out between a nearby batch of imps. One of them was still eating a park bench when it started, and that didn’t slow her down. She just gulped and burped as the other two sucked on her breasts and pussy.

“This isn’t exactly what I wanted, but I guess this works,” Finn admitted.

“Hail the demon lord! WOO!” hooted a curvy, blonde and purple bimbo of a demon waddling by.

She threw her guard armor off of her, waving it around her head like she was letting loose at spring break.

“They’re a lot friendlier now. Way less murdery, at least.”

Finn winced as one imp leapt out a window with bat wings beating to keep itself afloat. She carried what appeared to be a whole bowl of cake batter, shoving messy handfuls in her mouth while half of it splatted out onto the streets and broken glass below. A pair of identical-looking little demons scrambled on all fours after a very confused terrier. One of the nearby imps tried to swallow one of the torches, just to yell “Spicy!” and throw it into a nearby building. The room promptly erupted into flame. Jitters giggled dizzily at it from beside his leg.

“Still not the brightest though,” Finn muttered.

He gave a sharp whistle through his teeth. It wasn’t loud enough that everyone should have heard it, but every newly formed imp in the city froze all the same. They stared at him expectantly, clearly changing their minds on burning him and committed to obeying their new master.

“Okay! I’m happy to be working with you all, but let’s try to focus here instead of just going crazy here.”

There were a few groans and the occasional boo from the transformed populace.

“Oh quit it. All I’m saying is stop eating your own floorboards and have some real food.”

Finn snapped his fingers and swept his hand as he cast the familiar spell. A massive table stretched through town square loaded with rich food and drink. The imps all gawked and drooled at the sight, flying and crawling from all over town.

“See? There’s plenty to stuff yourselves silly.”

The demonites squealed and dug in, sloppily wolfing down everything they could reach. Slurps and burps filled the air as they piled onto the table. Plates popped back into existence to replace whatever they ate. Some of their tongues intertwined through their aggressive eating, coiling around each other like mating snakes as they started slobbering all over each other’s faces and pussies. The newly formed imps quickly plunged into a mess of sex and feasting. Ritz and Skeetch went scampering off to join them.

“Toldja! My kinda place!” Skeetch called back to Finn as she dove onto the table.

Ritz leapt into the arms of a batch of bimbo demons, which promptly carried her off in a bunch of giggling and farting. Ringu and Jitters lingered by his side while Rem nodded and smiled, looking approving of his lord’s actions for the first time in a while.

“Congratulations, my lord. It seems you just absorbed another kingdom into your domain.”

“Not exactly what I had planned for the day, but I’ll take it,” Finn conceded as he watched the erotic outburst of the citizens letting loose for what was probably the first time in their righteous lives under the church’s rule.

He couldn’t help but share in the sexual energy. He stooped low enough to palm and rub the tops of his remaining shortstacks’ heads. He scratched between Ringu’s horns while jingling around Jitters’ hat.

“I’m sure you’d love to join them, but I could use some company. And I think it’s my right to have the first crack at you two.”

Ringu’s eye widened while Jitters cracked a crooked grin.

“As you command, my lord.”

“I HAVE been wonderin’ about that dickbait you pulled me outta that body with,” the demonic jester noted, leaning in a bit closer.

Finn adjusted his robe, undoing his pants to pop his lordly erection out into the open. He grabbed the back of Ringu and Jitters’ heads and pulled their faces into his cock. Their mouths opened instinctively, as they did when presented with any sort of meat in front of their faces. The jester and the satyr rolled out their thick tongues and slobbered all over his shaft and balls. Jitters broke into a string of muffled, shrill giggles as she drooled in delight. Ringu’s large eye rolled back into her head as her fuzzy body tensed up, one of her hooves thumping against the street below. They raised their heads to suck on his tip, puckering their lips to share the fattened head while absentmindedly kissing each other in the process.

With his erection plenty lubricated, Finn scooped them both up with one in each arm. He held Ringu close to his body, pressing her tits against his chest as he curled his fingers to dip inside her. He fingered her slit between her furry legs, making her groan and slump listlessly into his grasp. It must have been a familiar sensation to be wrapped around her master’s finger again, given her original form. Finn released a quick pulse of magic to summon a pastry into her mouth, letting her busy her mouth scarfing it down. She drooled all over herself, leaving chocolate and spittle on her tits as she let out an excited toot.

Finn planted Jitters right atop his cock. The hellish little clown squealed as the deep penetration gave a comical honk as he rammed into her clit. Her eyes rolled in opposite directions as her tongue unfurled from her mouth, long enough to hit the ground while she was suspended on his dick.

“Ohhh lordy, master! You got one hell of a giggle stick on ya!” Jitters rambled.

She couldn’t move very well while impaled on Finn like an onahole. He gripped her around the middle, fingers toying with her tits while he pumped her up and down on his shaft. Their horny moans mixed together as she flexibly turned her legs inward, gripping the lower half of the sorcerer’s cock with her feet to help steady herself and get him off all at once. After a few hard, honk-inducing thrusts, Finn fired a thick load of cum into his new jester. Jitters let out an overwhelmed gurgling noise as he felt her body bloat up from the mass of jizz building up inside her. It seemed like he had bloated her up as another of his fertile mates when the imp let out a loud, sloppy burp. It went on for several seconds as his cum gushed out of her mouth like he’d shot it right through her. She licked her lips, slurping some of it back up as she hung limply in his arms and atop his dick.

Finn pulled her off with a noisy popping sound. He dropped the demonic jester beside one of the smaller dining tables he had conjured up. Jitters landed with a noise like a discarded accordion, sighing as she crumbled limply on the ground. She only managed to conjure enough energy to prop her chin against the tabletop and drag a bite to eat into her mouth to chase down the taste of sex.

After finishing with Jitters, he quickly swapped Ringu in her place on top of his dick. His relic turned lover shouted passionately as he found his shaft sliding right into her. Much like when she was a sentient ring, she seemed to be a perfect fit around his body. This time it was around his cock. When she tensed and flexed her insides in arousal, he felt every clench and shift. Her hips gyrated, even rotating around him with her clenching anus like the ring she was. She trembled with pleasure, making her body vibrate around his shaft to make it even more pleasurable.

“NNH! Master! A perfect fit~!” Ringu wailed.

“It feels so good to have you back inside me!”

It felt incredible for Finn as well. She was basically form-fitting for a straight insertion, which made any shift in either of their hips grind against some new and exciting angle. It was never too tight or too loose, even as he kept punching his cockhead as deep as it would go into her.

“Good to be back,” Finn grunted as he leaned forward.

Ringu was tightly clasped around him as he dropped her onto the tabletop. Her tits and ass wobbled to a momentary stop as her belly was slapped down against the hard wood. Jitters continued eating, uninterrupted by the up close and personal fucking. She even reached under one of  Ringu’s tits to unstick a graham cracker from underneath.

“Don’t mind me,” the jester muttered casually.

They clearly didn’t. Ringu let out a husky wail as Finn plowed deeper into her. He had bottomed out inside her, pushing against her fat cushy tush. Her squelching wet pussy only seemed to stretch and expand as her custom-made body adapted to accommodate him. Her one eye widened as her pot belly bulged, pushed up by his monstrous member. The rearranging of her guts had her grunting and burping as it made room for her master’s dick.

“Yes~! URRP! M-master! Per-BRUUUP-perfect!”

Ringu gripped at the table intensely, gouging into the wood with her strong fingernails. Even among the crude noises and horny raving, Finn ran his hand up her hips and squeezed her chubby little hand.

“I’ve got ya, beautiful,” he panted assuringly.

Ringu’s dark cheeks blushed between his sweet talk and the gentle gesture. Just as she wasn’t used to having a body, she had spent most of her time without a master that showed her any real affection. Finn was the first of the demon lords to consider her enough of a person to treat like one rather than a tool. She bit her lip as her big eye filled with tears. Another strange but exhilarating first for her.

“Oh… ah, master… that’s… that means so much to me… thank you, master!”

Finn at least had the decency to slow his intense dicking down to a more and steady pace, letting her gain a bit more control of herself. She sniffed and wiped some of her tears away before Jitters leaned over to hand her a hanky. Ringu sniffed again and took it, blowing her nose with it. She didn’t seem to notice that the handkerchief came with about a dozen more of various colors leading back to Jitters in a chain. It was an even more impressive bit of magic given that she was still mostly naked and without any sleeves for it to come out of.

The warm feelings and hot dickings pushed Ringu over the edge. Her thick body shook and jiggled, gushing her orgasm over her master’s cock. Her jaw dropped and drooled a bucket’s worth of saliva over the table as her ass cheeks clapped in approval hard enough to splash her sweat on Finn’s lap. She showed her sloppy appreciation on both ends, so between that emotional orgasm and her quaking curves, Finn finished shortly behind. He squeezed her hand and her hips as he gave a few more sensual thrusts before nutting inside her. Ringu’s pussy clenched while her guts grew and gurgled, coveting his cum and keeping all she could inside her. Finn assumed he couldn’t impregnate the animated inanimate object, but it also didn’t sound out of the reach of his powers.

“You are so generous, master,” Ringu moaned, twitching in an aftershock from their first shared orgasm.

“You gave me so much already,” Finn laughed wearily.

“I’m happy to share with you. I always wanted a big family, and I’m glad to have you join it. Both of you.”

Finn pulled his cock back out of Ringu, coming out soaked in their sloppy mix of cum. He gave a tug on one of her horns, making his totem monstergirl’s head tip upward so he could kiss her on the mouth. She gladly parted her lips to catch his tongue, sucking on it appreciatively. Finn hooked an arm around Jitters and dragged the bloated clown demon in. She blushed but grinned at the kinky, loving invitation and joined in, mashing her lips into the others. Even the uptight Ringu joined in the three-way, open-mouthed kiss. The demonic tongues wrapped around each other while slobbering all over Finn’s lips, doing the best he could to keep up with them.

Ringu finally withdrew from the kiss, licking her lips clean. She snuck a piece of pie into her mouth in her lusty afterglow while Jitters hiccuped highly. She thumped a fist on her chest.

“Ah… don’t mind me. Like I said, I’m stuffed like a clown carriage down there. Better try somethin’ lighter to BYUUUUP!”

The jester’s eyes widened as her mouth went wide open with a wet, fleshy stretching noise. She contorted and bent over as popping out of her mouth was another fully grown demoness. This one had a pudgy build, a slightly slimy singlet, and frizzy, rainbow-colored hair. Each of her long, bare feet looked too big to have fit out of Jitters’ mouth, let alone her whole body.

“Oh… I didn’t think I was bein’ so literal on that one. That explains why I was tasting feet though…” Jitters muttered.

Finn wasn’t terribly surprised by that. He still looked at Ringu, curious if she was in the same situation. She had a bowl of stew that she was gulping down, and he could hear an ominous, deep rumbling from inside her guts. Her belly fat even rippled. Ringu was attuned enough with him to simply nod.

“Something great and mighty grows in this womb. As your lust and love grows, as does your power. It is…”

The dark little entity smiled fondly despite the dark monologue.

“It is a pleasure to be a part of. I can remember no finer lord that I would rather be in service to, let alone bear their spawn, my fertile master.”

Finn smiled at the mixed praise. He summoned a dish of croissants balanced on top of her gut.

“And I’m sure none of them giving you pastries is entirely unrelated,” he teased, handfeeding her one of them.

Finn let his two newest lovers feast as he watched the rest of his corrupted converts filling his new kingdom. He’d probably have to stay here for a bit to make sure they got organized enough to not eat themselves out of house and home or blow themselves up. He had to let Ringu and Jitters deliver their hyperpregnant litters and make sure that Rem survived being the center of attention amidst a pile of horny imps humping every part of him at once. Maybe he’d have to help satisfy some of them himself, though that could lean to spawning even more of them… not that that was a problem.

The Demon Lord found himself smiling at his recently acquired kingdom. It was tough to remember just how recently he’d been a struggling farmboy. Ringu was certainly right: his power and his domain were growing by the day.