Your General

Despite all your power, you were never able to be at every front at once. You had to delegate the menial tasks and the managing of frontlines and supply lines. Belphala, or Belle as her consorts know her, has proven an incredible boon to your efforts. For centuries you have fought side by side. She has foiled more **** attempts than you can count. Many of them would have gotten close to ending your reign prematurely. If there's anyone you owe your success to, it would be her. She know stands before you, immodest as ever, her smile as wide as the borders of your realm.

"I hope I'm not stealing away your precious time." - "Not at all," you answer, rising from your throne to meet her, if not at eye level than at least on equal footing. You eye her up and down. How she has grown - In all the right places. Her hips are filled out and her chest matches that of any demon queen of old. When you first summoned her, you were still a fledgeling sorceress and she? Nothing more than a starving succubus, weak and ill-experienced. You have both risen above yourselves.

"I thought I'd take some time out of hunting stragglers and reorganising the old armies of our former foes to visit you. We've not been able to really celebrate our victory, have we?"

"No, no we have not. And there's still a lot to do, if we want to enjoy the fruits of our labour." You are ever the realist, reminding her of the work that remains, but that doesn't do much to hide her...excitement at seeing you again. Her body is exposed, her pierced nipples hard from arousal, with the demonic horsecock between her legs not far behind, rising to full mast at the mere thought of spending leisure time with you.

"I know it is not my place to ask." She smiles sheepishly, blushing in the sweetest shades of red to match her hair and the glow of her horns. "But if I could voice a single wish...I am sure you know where I'm going with this. Not your typical audience, I know. But I doubt we're gonna have that much time for this sort of thing going forward."