The Demon Lord

You quickly and quietly proceeded into the estate. You found it odd at first to find that Lord Diamant's private protection wasn't standing watch anymore, but as you pressed on, you discovered why. One of the soldiers lay on the ground, face down, a pool of blood under them. Your entire group focuses in on the dead soldier.

"I don't suppose we're so lucky that someone got here before us" You posited, with a quick response from Lita

"No. This poor soul was used for ritualistic sacrifice. The rest likely were as well."

"Fuck." One of the city watch let out "Seriously? Are we going to be next? I'm not ready for this."

"Pull it together!" Clodagh barked at him "It's too late to turn back now. There's a good of a chance of you dying if you tuck tail and run as there is standing and fighting. If we fight together, we've got a better chance of taking them out before they get any one of us. Okay?" The soldier nods quietly, as does his comrades surrounding him.

"Since we got that out the way, what were they sacrificed for?" Clodagh asked.

"Hard to tell, but either way, it's not good news. They could have been sacrificed to summon more powerful demons. They never let me in on their secrets. I was fawned over for my demonic blood, but still only ever a servant, just like the monsters they brought forward."

"Wait, do you mean" One of the guards began to ask. Sensing where he was going, Joan was quick to step forward and cut it off "She's with us, and she's one of us. Don't lose sight of who the enemy is. These rich noble assholes who think they can dabble in whatever they want, kill anyone, and get away with it. Time to bring that all down. Now let's keep going."

Pressing deeper into the estate, rather than finding larger, fiercer monsters like Lita suspected, there was a swarm of imps. It was still a fiercesome sight, but with the guards present and organized, they were quickly dispatched. You slowly proceeded back to where this all started, the open air ballroom where you had 'rescued' Trevolia from a few hours ago. You take a quiet moment reflecting on how that short time ago feels so far in the past now. The place was sparse and quiet, unsettingly so.

"Something's not right" Lita says "where is everyone?"

"Cowering in fear, obviously" Joan piped in with a smile and a flourish "In the meantime, bard, how about a song and dance while we wait?"

"You needn't wait long..." You hear a loud, deep bellowing voice from the other room as a congregation of people fill in from the other side. Though you had never seen him before, you could tell immediately. It must be Diamant, surrounded by his cultists. They all wore cloaks as black as midnight, and seemingly nothing beneath.

"Lord Diamant I presume?" You ask with a mockingly courteous bow.

"We don't need to stand on formalities here, not on the verge of such a momentous evening. I applaud you for bringing my courtesan back to me, as well as my other property. They will bear witness to a glorious dawn."

"That's Princess to you, scumbag" Trevolia shouted back. Looking to Lita, she was quiet, but you could see there was pent up anger and resentment.

"Walk me through this. You lose your date, you summon a demonic rampage, and now you proclaim some great future."

Diamant laughs, a tone of otherworldly terror accompanying "This was to happen whether she was here or not. Your emotionally damaged princess was merely the appetizer. Tonight begins the great upheaval. The city shall be awash with blood of sacrifice. The weak shall fall, and the true inheritors of T'sara will rise, and their glory, I shall rise as King!"

The mad monologue was cut short as a bolt from Joan's crossbow flew, missing Diamant but hitting one of his followers straight in the forehead, killing them immediately.
"I heard all I need to. Let's get this over with."

"Couldn't agree more my dear" Diamant's hands rose up, and the space suddenly went dark, as if the moon overhead was suddenly taken away. His cultists spread out, and the guards do likewise to meet them. As Diamant stood, he began to grow, even more than Clodagh in her rage. His darkened robe seemed to blend into his body, until all of his skin was of an oily, dark purple. From his back grew terrible, infernal wings. His face contorted to a monstrous visage, his eyes glowing red. His hands molded into his arms to form indistinct mounds, and from each grew over a dozen tentacles. Each had an unmistakably phallic end, making you greatly distressed.

"Oh fuck that" Clodagh said, alarmed "I'm not giving that guy a hug".

"Oh come now" the transformed Diamant bellowed "Where's all the swagger and confidence I saw not a minute ago? Come on, come a little closer..." He let out another maniacal laugh as a full mellee let out between the spellcasting cultists and the city watch.

"Don't worry" Lita said, slowly opening her simple brown robe "leave it to me"

"Wait, what?" You stammer out "what are you doing? Youre not about to sacrifice yourself for us!"

"As if I would" she quips back. Standing in the nude, unabashadly, she seems the most calm and at peace you've seen her "I'm collecting what I'm owed" The tentacles of Diamant seemed to exhibit a consciousness of their own, pointing quickly at her. Her demonic heritage became more pronounced again with each step; the horns growing more pronounced, her hooves reappearing. In additoon to her skimpy two piece leather bodice, a whip appeared in her hand, which she cracked menacingly.

"You promised me! You said you would give me everything I wanted! Well, now I'm going to take it!" Diamants tentacles lunged at her with his tentacles, extending a great deal to reach. They stopped just short of touching her, as she exterted her demonic control.

"What!? What is this?"

"Control" She replied coldly as she grabbed one of them and stroked it vigorously, cracking the whip in a dramatic show to keep Diamants body away. "You're here for me now." Dropping the whip, she works another tentacle in her hand, causing the others to move together in the same area.

"Good boys" she moaned slightly "You know who's really in charge here. Now, give Lita what she wants." The phallic tentacles proceeded to wrap and carress her body, along all of her erogenous areas. She moaned loudly from the touch, softly gliding her hands over their girthy flesh, encouraging them along the way. Confused, Diamant tried to jerk his arm and his tentacles back, to assert control. Lita wouldn't have that and fiercely grabbed one that tried to retract away, shoving it deep down her throat.

"What is going on?" Clodagh asked openly, as all four of you stared "is she **** herself or something?"

"By the gods" Trevolia chimed in "I'm surrounded by perverts. it's like you all are racing to find the bottom."

"Well, I think Lita there is a sprinter." Joan quipped "Don't judge, I think she's on to something" As the tentacle fucked the tieflings throat, others wrapped tightly around her horns, holding her in place. Others slid her tight clothing aside and entered her other holes, finding them eager and receptive. Diamant, for all of his demonic power, was losing control over his own body. He grabbed one arm with the other in order to try to pull away, but the primitive and insatiable desires of the demonic spirit he summoned could not be restrained. not by the likes of him.

"This is our chance" Joan shouted "Now!" She and Trevolia held back, firing bolts and arcane missiles of energy. Clodagh ran in quickly with her axe, and you followed quickly behind. Seeing an opening, the wild redhead swung her giant axe at the arm of Diamant. The blow sliced through the tendrils like ripe fruit, and Diamant wracked in pain.. The tentacles though maintained a life of their own, seperate from Diamant, and Lita was now completely lost in a nest of tentacles trying to fuck her in every way imaginable. In their place, a large muscular hand formed. Grabbing Clodagh, his mouth opened in a completely inhuman degree. Fearing another belch of fire, you try to keep her safe, running dramatically to shove her out of grip. Diamant still maintains his grip, but the **** pushes her out of the way; incidentally putting you in the brunt of what was to come. Thankfully, it wasn't fire. Unfortunately, it was a destructive and noxious acid, tearing through your clothes, pitting your rapier, and burning your flesh.

"Silve!" You hear Trevolia call out, you turn back and see her worried face. The moment hardens you like steel; this is all to protect her, and stop others like her from being hurt and killed again. Returning to the cultist Lord Diamant, you stare into his sickly face with uncommon resolve.

"Better me than her" You say loudly.

"What a pathetic little fool you are!" Diamant proclaims "you are brave, Orc, but you are by the far the biggest dullard I've ever met. Do you not see how everything that has transpired is because of you?"

"Absolutely, which is why I'll get all the credit for your ****" you reply with macabre smile

Diamant laughed at your arrogance, a dreadful tone that hurt not only in your ears, but in your soul. That was fine. The laugh kept going, and you could see from his body that he was trying to stop, but was unable. Debilitated again, all four of you stood in unison to strike the mad Demon Lord with your weapons. Doing so lead to sickening sounds, but none winced or held back. You and Clodagh both stopped though as Lita stepped between the two of you. Naked, dripping in demonic cum, she stared down her former master with contempt and vindication.

"You traitor!" Diamant shouted "This was to herald a new age, you betray your own kin"

"Don't speak to me of kin!" she shouted. she rose her arm, and in her hand, a bright ray of golden energy appeared, forming the shape of a heavenly lance. Delivering the final strike, Lita drove the angelic weapon through the skull of the demonic man-beast. As the divine weapon faded into non-existance, so did the demonic hold over Diamant. Seeping into the floor like a deep sludge, all the remained was a headless, armless, heavily bruised scrawny noble. The cultists all dispatched by the surprisingly competent and motivated guards, there was peace at last.

Trevolia dropped her wizards staff and ran to hug you, tighter than you ever remember. Clodagh was right behind. Lita, aware of her disgusting state, simply stood close by. You smile and with your free hand pull her in close. Joan, trying as ever to be distant, walks slowly to the four of you, simple watching.

"Get in here" you command "You're part of this too after all". Trying to pretend to not be eager to do so, the group hug now encompasses all five of you, in various rough shape.

"Are we done? Trevolia asked, nervousness in her voice "Is that the end of this nightmare?"

"Yes" Lita responded "With him and the cultists dead, their demons should fade away instantly. The town is safe, thanks to all of you."

"Now what?" Clodagh asked

"Now, we get to go home." Joan said "and all the better. One of us needs a bath, and the other needs a change of clothes" To accentuate the point, Joan grabs a handfull of your firm ass.

Trevolia giggles "good thing it's still dark out. Silve's going to have an awkward walk home in the streets like that"

"Nonsense" Clodagh added "the lad should walk with pride. the envy of most any man, and the desire of every woman" The statement received a fair giggle from Joan and Trevolia, knowing all too well the truth of that statement.

"Sorry," Lita interjected "can we back up for a second. Where is home now?"

"Home is where your loved ones are" You answer "for now, that's an overcrowded room in an inn."

Lita managed to hold back tears at your choice of words "That sounds great. Count me in."