Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

Asmodeus took a deep breath, languishing on his thoughts. Until a low, resonant growl echoed from the courtyard. "Hm?" He slowly opened his eyes and noticed something strange. The air stirred, carrying the familiar scent of beasts and snow. Asmodeus turned toward the open balcony and froze.

"Baku?"

A massive white tiger stood below, its coat striped with silver fire, fangs gleaming like carved ice. Ancient eyes that gazed with both affection and irritation. Eyes he remembered from the not-so-distant past. The beast looked up at him with calm reverence. With an imperial saddle and crimson war-banners strapped to its back.

Gretel's lips parted in surprise. "The Spirit Guardian of the South?"

The spirit beasts that protected the Beast Empire were quite famous, especially in tales told in human folklore and bedtime stories. Asmodeus felt his pulse quicken; he realised his broken promise. "Forgive me Baku..."

In return, the tiger shook its massive head and flicked towards the saddle.

— Foolish child, why would you need forgiveness? Thanks to you, the forest became peaceful, and I could enjoy the Elven Forest!

"I see..."

— Get on! Your wives are waiting. You mustn't forget about our guardian either!

"Alice? Haha... I guess even spirit beasts have favourites." He touched the giant tiger's body, the soft fur unlike anything he had felt before. Softer than cotton, yet cool to the touch, he gripped the saddle and leapt onto the tiger's back.

"Seems," he murmured with a faint, crooked smile, "my ride to the altar has arrived."

Baku rumbled deep in his chest, a sound like rolling thunder under snow. The banners tied to the great saddle fluttered wildly as the spirit beast padded toward the wide stair leading down from the eastern palace.

Soldiers along the courtyard snapped to attention, weapons raised in salute; even the playful children hushed, wide-eyed as the sacred guardian passed.

From the balcony, Gretel and the gathered maids bowed deeply.

Asmodeus adjusted the weight of his ceremonial mantle, one hand resting on the beast's thick fur. For a moment, the truth of today's events set in. He took a deep breath, feeling the wind whip against his face.

Cold and yet comforting.

Somewhere beyond the inner gates, horns answered Baku's arrival with a slow, rising call. The wedding procession had begun.

'So this is it,' he thought with a small, steady smile. 'No more running.'

The Demon Empire didn't have its own culture yet, so Asmodeus accepted parts of each kingdom to match his wives and the unity that Lumeria represented.

Asmodeus enjoyed the sights of exotic Beastkin dancers, beautiful women of various clans and tribes he'd never seen before. They wore arachne silk dancing clothes, while some breathed fire.

"..."

The main avenue stretched before him, rebuilt from ruins, now lined with banners from every nation that had accepted Lumeria. Elven singers swayed beside orcish war drums and Grigorian instruments repurposed to produce the wedding march's music.

A melody of the entire continent, prepared and practised for three years.

Baku's paws landed in near silence despite his size, silver fire curling from each step. Asmodeus rode tall but not rigid, his black and crimson mantle catching the wind, his long hair tied in a warrior's knot threaded with a thin braid of white, a small nod to Yuina and Yumiko's homeland.

'I tried my best to keep a small part of my wives traditions and culture...'

From the beastkin dancers to the Grigorian orchestra and finally the Elven soul singers... he even accepted their dresses and the theme to be broader, so each of his wives could have their dream fulfilled.

The only issues might have been Sariel and Riel...

A succubus wedding is literally just a week of non-stop sex.

If the male survives, their body will evolve to create an unbreakable bond. Not only could the succubus not think of another male, but the only energy she could absorb would be that man's.

And the male's energy would increase to suit the succubus.

'Well, it's not like I have any worries, but the two asked to perform their wedding during our wedding night...'

He noticed the faint traces of his home world's culture, then remembered that Erika planned to wear the traditional shiromuku and smiled.

Crowds lined the street. Children climbed shoulders to see; veterans of the battle three years ago knelt, some striking breastplates or drums in slow rhythm. Demon Warriors settled down after that battle. Some married demon knights and became normal citizens, while others became knights or soldiers.

Asmodeus accepted anyone who swore to uphold their laws and standards.

The people didn't make noise as the tiger slowly approached, but they tried to sing the Elven songs of marriage and union. They sang and chanted in a dozen tongues, weaving a strange, beautiful harmony that rose and fell like a tide that made his chest pound.

— Don't be so nervous.

'That's easy for you to say, eunuch cat!'

— I'll bite you!

Ahead, the central plaza opened a wide circle of white stone and obsidian veins where the altar stood. Gold light poured across it from hovering mage-lanterns. And there, at its heart, he could already see the first of his brides waiting.

In his mind, it was the bride who came second, but the woman standing on the podium, waiting, just looked up at him with a cute expression. Long purple hair tied into braids with bangs curled slightly.

Velvet stood at the edge of the altar, a vision of shadow and starlight wrapped in silk.

Her gown was unlike any court dress Asmodeus had ever seen. The main shade was a deep midnight violet that absorbed light and shimmered with faint silver runes that pulsed to the beat of her heart.

The bodice clung to her lush curves, sculpted to frame the proud rise of her chest and the curve of her hips, but a sheer veil of spider-silk swept from her shoulders to trail behind like a shadow. Four small wings, normally hidden, fluttered lightly against the thin lace of her back, their movement stirring glints of amethyst light.

'Wow... she's even wearing gemstones on her wings, so beautiful.'

Asmodeus was stunned at her beauty.

The normally rough and violent woman, now like a soft and gentle princess, was waiting for her knight to scoop her away. At her brow sat a delicate circlet forged from demon steel and obsidian, threaded with silver webbing, and her single horn, wrapped in glowing violet script, pierced through the veil like a living jewel.

Her amethyst eyes flickered towards him; they carried a softness he'd never seen before, and as he approached, she loosened, pressing her hands together at her heart, as they stared into each other's eyes.

Baku slowed, silver fire licking over the white stones as Asmodeus dismounted with one fluid leap. The crowd parted in silence, broken only by the low hum of song. He straightened himself, with his side cloak dancing behind him with each measured step.

— Congratulations. I wish you all the happiness in the cosmos. Ryuji Vincenzo.

Velvet's tail swayed once, betraying nerves even as her smile curled, sultry and faintly teasing. He stopped before her, and the world faded until there was only the dark-haired demon god and the violet princess waiting to become his wife.

For a heartbeat, neither spoke.

Then Asmodeus offered his hand, palm up, fingers open. The smallest of gestures and yet, enough to make the demoness quiver with happiness.

"I've come to save you, princess."

Velvet exhaled, a tiny trembling sound, and placed her hand in his. The barbed tip of her tail coiled behind her skirts in quiet joy as he leaned just close enough for only her to hear.

"You're beautiful, Velvet."

She swallowed, cheeks warming beneath the veil, and whispered back with a tiny smirk, "I know… but say it again, my king." Her lovely embarrassment tickled his chest as he lowered his head to the side of hers.

"You're bewitching, like a goddess of beauty, my queen."

"Hueh!?"

'For such a matured witch, how can you still be so adorable?'

He chuckled low, golden eyes gleaming. He took advantage of Velvet's stunned reaction. He wrapped his second arm around her waist. Today, he would marry over ten women, splitting each wedding and service into groups...

The first was his Grigorian wives.

As the world returned to them, music swelled with war drums slowing to a heartbeat, elven voices rose and fell like wind over mountains during summer, and then came the violent weeping of a Grigorian bridal song.

The music swelled — war drums slowed to a heartbeat, elven voices rose like wind over mountains, and somewhere a single violin wept a Grigorian bridal song.

Velvet let out a breath as if she had held it for hours. Her fingers tightened in his palm, cool silk against his calloused hand. For all her usual poise, she looked at him now as though the world had collapsed.

One Step.

Two Steps.

Their bodies swayed down the aisle, together as one. Velvet's eyes looked at nothing but Asmodeus.

There was no crowd, music or event... he was all she focused on.

Asmodeus guided her the last few steps toward the altar, cloak sweeping the stone. The crowd knelt as they passed. Beastkin warriors lowering spears, elven archers firing arrows that made beautiful sounds and orcish warriors all watched in silent awe.

When they reached the obsidian podium, he stopped and turned slightly, enough for Velvet to lean into his side. His arm tightened at her waist just long enough for her to feel it before he let go.

"What's the matter, my dear wife. You've been doing nothing but stare at me."

Velvet's eyes narrowed, half closing as she whispered. "…Just making sure this isn't a dream," she whispered in a breathless whisper barely loud enough for him to hear as she squeezed him back. "I've waited too long for you to finally be mine."