Etna needs the humility and Laharla is freaking out

Etna nodded hazily, her tongue darting across her lips as she spoke, "Y-Yeah baby...I promise. I...I won't cross the line." I chuckled leaning down to her ear, preparing to put the final nail in the coffin as I gave the pointed ridge a languid lick, "Remember Etna, bad girls get punished...good girls get rewarded." Before waiting for her answer I stood up, turning away from Etna and walking back to the room where Laharla had been left lying in a puddle of sweat and arousal, Etna deserved a little bit of humility if she was going to remember her place so I didn't bother helping her up...for now at least.

A few short steps and I was at the door to the bedroom, a quiet voice coming from somewhere inside which interested me quite a bit. Slowly swinging the door open I entered the room, my eyebrow quirking as I found Laharla lying on the bed, in the same position she had been in when Etna left her, still completely naked with her hands covering her eyes tightly. "Why...why," Laharla moaned, her voice seeming to crackle with a strangled cry, "What did I DO?" "I'd say that you just submitted completely to Etna," I stated simply, apparently surprising Laharla enough to make her jump up on the bed, curling up into a tight ball and covering her body like a shell with her scarf...I was beginning to wonder if that thing had ANY limits.

"J-JOHN!" She shrieked, my ears ringing in pain at her shrill voice, "Keep it down...I don't want to go deaf." Despite my words Laharla looked like she was trying to scream, her voice coming out in a normal volume as she spoke, "Y-You watched everything?! Why didn't you stop her?!" I shrugged, deciding to answer honestly, "It didn't look like it needed my interference...besides, it was hot so why would I want to mess with that." Instead of being enraged, as I had expected from the ex-overlord, Laharla slumped into her scarf with a deep crimson face.

"You really shouldn't be ashamed," I said as I approached Laharla, sitting down next to her much to her surprise, "Etna is pretty much a master of mental games." Laharla nodded slightly but slumped even further, "B-But...I'm an overlord...I should have more power than that." With a sighed I wrapped an arm around Laharla, pulling her into a half embrace, "You WERE an Overlord Laharla, but here you're just a demoness." Laharla groaned, leaning heavily into me and truly begining to sob, "Oh god...I submitted to Etna...she's gonna make me work like a fucking PRINNY!" With a sigh I decided to feign ignorance, "I don't know what a Prinny is but I bet Etna made their lives a living hell, am I right?"

Laharla nodded into my shoulder, "You wouldn't believe what she did to them...and I'm next-" "No," I spoke up, cutting Laharla off, "I don't think I'll be letting that happen." Laharla blinked a few times and looked up at me, confusion in her gaze, "What?" I smirked, looking down at Laharla and giving her a little kiss on the forehead, "Granted, you did submit to Etna and you can't take that one back...but I'm not about to let her treat you like a ****." Laharla stared at me, tears gathering in her eyes, "R-Really?" I nodded, "Of course...You should stil love her touch and attention, but she won't be treating you like a, what was it...Prinny?"

Before I could say anything more Laharla latched onto me, hugging me tightly and stealing a kiss from my lips with supernatural speed, "Thank you John!" I chuckled and let Laharla hug herself out, letting go of my and lounging with a bit more comfort on the bed in her full nudity. With that done I had only one more thing to think about, what kind of shape should I give Laharla next.

I could go back to her previous form but...well to be honest the thin and scrawny type wasn't me. In her old form, female version of course, Laharla looked like she had anorexia or something. I could try for a full on ultra voluptuous model but I doubt Laharla, or Etna, would like to see that too much despite how much I would like to see it. The other options were a halfway point between her form now and her old or her present form and a more voluptuous model...oh decisions, decisions...