He put the crown on his head

Esau picked up the crown. It was hot, but he knew he couldn't let go of it. He felt it's power. It rattled his body, chittering his teeth. It whispered something to him, something very faint;

Put me on.

His hands trembled, but he knew at that moment what he should do, what he had to do. He lifted the crown above his head and placed it down.

Good.

There was brief pause where seemingly nothing happened. But then suddenly he screamed as light poured from out of all of his holes, power overwhelming flowing into his body. He gritted his teeth, and his body tensed. The crown was changing him, empowering him, moulding his being into one fit to rule hell. His skin cracked, light showing through. Secrets entered his head, things no mortal man should ever know, until he reached his limit, yet still more came. He shrieked, but it didn't stop. His body grew larger, much larger, and his eyes turned black. Claws and talons burst through his hands and feet, and a pair of tall, regal onyx horns extended from his brow. The crown melded with his hair, becoming one single mass of flickering fire, embers dazzling like ruby gems. He felt wings on his back unfurling like large sails. But all of this paled to the sensation between his legs; like thousands of years of pent up lust welling up in his gargantuan cock and balls, which ended with a flat top like that of a horse, his seed eager to escape and cover bodies.

It all suddenly stopped. He looked around. Demons were either running away or bowing down. He pointed at the ones with their back turned to him.

"Fall."

Half his court keeled over, their bodies hitting the floor with thuds. This kind of power pleased him.

"I don't know why I hesitated."

Belial fidgeted with her thumbs. "Oh uh, er, my king, I know you're enjoying your ascension and all that, but what about her? I think she's about to pass." She tilted her head at Naamah's body next to her feet.

"Who cares. She's not important. Just dust." He sat on his throne with his legs apart, his arms resting on the armrests. Belial looked disappointed.

"...r-right. As you say so."

"Imp, find out where the previous king's harem is and bring them in. I want to fuck some whores!"

"You mean your mothers?"

"Yeah sure, whatever, or anyone else you find that looks like a slut. Bring them here, or else you'll be the one I tear in half with my cock."

"As you wish." She bowed hesitantly and turned away, nervously bound to serve him. Esau grinned. It was good to be king. The demons of the court slowly returned to their places, continuing their depraved debauchery as if absolutely nothing had happened. Belial soon came back with a group of demons it tow; succubi and incubi, imps, and a few other more exotic verities. Dog headed girls, centaurs, tentacled beings... it was definitely good to be king! They all wore varying degrees of clothing; some not at all, while others too much, just for the pleasure of tearing it off of them. They fawned at his feet, climbing up to his lap where they rubbed themselves against him. Some of the sluts embraced each other and started fucking, eagerly peeking from the corner of their eyes in hopes he was watching them. His cock twitched. One of the more bold and experienced Lilin climbed onto his cock, his anus gaping and dripping lube. His tiny boyish cock dribbled uselessly, and the cunt that sat in the place of his ballsack tensed and contorted. He spread his buttocks apart as he sat down on the flat headed cock, moaning as it slowly entered him. Too slowly. Esau grabbed him and plunged him down, enveloping half his cock into the incubi's body. The incubus whimpered in a way that pleased him immensely. He used him like a fleshlight, quickly turning the incubus into whining, moaning, mindless object. He came, spurting thick, demonic jizz into the small container of a body. It spurted out of his nose and mouth. Esau quickly discarded him, throwing him to the ground, where he landed near Belial. The incubus was fucked silly, and was only able to coo to himself softly as he touched his wrecked anus.

Belial blushed, and no longer being able to contain herself, got on her knees and started licking Esau's corruption out of the poor demon's asshole. She moaned as she swished around the jizz in her mouth, letting some of it dribble sloppily down her chin. It tasted of orgasms and dominance.

He snatched another demon off their feet, a centaur with one eye and curled horns, who cried out in a mixture of surprise and elation. The companion she was kissing groaned in disgruntlement, disappointment that they weren't the ones picked. Apparently everyone wants to fuck the king. He parted the taurs hind legs into an obtuse 'V', and slammed their cunt down, stretching it out. She whinnied, her tail swinging around like a broom maiden sweeping with a broom up her arse. Her arms clutched at her own face, frozen in almost painful exctasy. Her insides were tight, and he could feel the extra bulk of her body expend extra tightness and stimulation. She was so tight Esau felt like she might snap his dick off. Of course, that would never happen. He grunted as he cummed once more, filling her womb with his jizz. She was already bulging pregnant by the time she hit the floor. A few minutes later and a new spawn of imps exited her, every demon that egressesed sending her just that bit closer to complete euphoric hysteria, her yelps and moans rising higher and higher with each birthing. Esau wasn't watching this of course; he was already occupied fucking the next demon he could grab.

Belial **** herself away for a moment, just to take a look at the lifeless body of Naamah. She felt bad, but quickly forgot about her as the newly spawned imps grabbed and tore at her, surrounding her with soft, virgin demon cocks. She squealed in delight as they entered every hole she presented.

It was good to be king.