Four days ter, Varzath sits cross-legged while surrounded by hundreds of parchments, each containing a single rune drawn across their surface, and a rge boratory/forge, containing dozens of contraptions he can scarcely make sense of, as they constantly spit streams of smoke and fire.

  Sonog stands beyond the line of parchments, arms crossed, as he stares toward Varzath with the look a teacher might reserve for their ziest student.

  “The runes won’t learn themselves, Milord.”

  Throwing his head back, Varzath sighs loudly. During these past days, in between continuing to meet demons from his Domain in order to confirm their alliances, as well as learning the necessary runes for protecting himself, he has reached the limits of his patience.

  Work, work, work…

  Meanwhile, the number of maids he was able to fuck doesn’t even reach the double digits.

  At this rate, he’ll never finish fucking all of them before the end of their deadline…

  “Milord is acting like a spoiled child. Must I remind you that I initially predicted months would be necessary in order to have Milord learn these, and not weeks? Milord’s life is on the line here, and we don’t have any extra time… Is Milord even listening?!”

  Varzath throws the nearest parchment a disinterested gnce. Obviously, he knows how important it is to have them learned before executing the pn, but his boredom has currently reached its limits… Well, more specifically, her can no longer force himself to focus his thoughts when Biranal and Sunnazoth continue to pgue them at every opportunity, neither of whom has yet to speak with him again.

  At least Biranal he can understand, in virtue of her young age, but he expected Sunnazoth to show more maturity than this… Their remaining time together is rather limited, after all.

  Reaching for a random parchment nearby, Varzath stares at it for several moments…

  In fact, committing all of them to memory is no problem, especially for a mage of his caliber. However, the real challenge is…

  Varzath infuses his mana into the parchment, molding it to fit the rune drawn across it… Only to have them both turn to cinders almost immediately.

  “Pathetic!” Sonog shouts.

  Wiping his hand and clothes from the cinders, Varzath rolls his eyes. Unfortunately, without his full, undivided focus, this is an exercise in futility, no matter how much Sonog screams at him.

  And his focus, for as much he wishes otherwise, remains currently firmly out of his reach.

  Varzath supposes he could resort to using Mental Spells in order to force himself into a state of concentration, or a potion that has a simir effect, but the headaches induced by such measures are something he’d like to avoid unless he no longer possesses any other choices…

  “Excuse me? Milord? Honey?”

  Varzath raises his gaze from the parchments as a demon approaches, carrying a tray containing two rge cups in her hands. Possessing long legs ending in delicate hooves, a slender waist, rge breasts, and goat horns amidst her curly hair, the female half-goat demon, unlike her husband, is far from unpleasant to look at, smiling at them as she presents the tray proudly.

  “I’ve brought tea!”

  Sonog grimaces as he throws her an incredulous look. “Tea?”

  “Cold tea. I assumed Milord wouldn’t be used to the heat down here…”

  “It’s Hell! Everywhere is hot!”

  Ignoring Sonog, Varzath smiles at her. Which one was she again?

  “Thank you, love; You’ve done well. Don’t mind the grumpy goat.”

  She giggles, as Varzath beckons a finger toward the tray, having one of the cups create small, shadow wings, and fly into his grip.

  Sonog mumbles something about not receiving tea when he’s on his own, but does grab his cup, spping her well-shaped rear as he does so.

  Yelping, his assistant/wife (Varzath isn’t quite sure which one should take priority in this case, as he supposes she’s both while working down here) throws Sonog a coy gaze, before turning to walk away.

  “She’s lovely,” Varzath comments, while sipping from the tea. “Where are the others?”

  Although incubi don’t need food in order to survive, taking their sustenance from draining their partner’s Life Force during sex, most of them, Varzath included, still appreciate the act of eating as a hobby, since their tongues work fine enough.

  “I told them to stay out of the way,” Sonog replies, shamelessly watching his wife’s ass as she trots away, “Since Milord can’t focus with a nice pair of tits in front of him.”

  Varzath frowns; How preposterous. He’s perfectly capable of focusing even while surrounded by the most beautiful of women… Although, in such a case scenario, his focus might be on how to have them undressing themselves before the night is over.

  …Perhaps Sonog brings up a valid point, after all.

  “At least Milord is self-aware. Please don’t misunderstand, Milord’s behavior is only natural, considering Milord’s nature, but since we’re pressed for time, I thought it might be prudent to take certain…”

  Sonog pauses, as though having realized something, then facepalms.

  “But of course… What sort of idiot would try to alluring a dragon with carrots…?” he mumbles.

  Varzath raises his eyebrow as Sonog calls for his wife to return, then whispers something against her ear which has her cheeks burning and her eyes shifting in his direction bashfully.

  Just what…?

  The female half-goat demon nods, then straightens herself, averting her eyes away, “I h-heard M-Milord is having trouble focusing… So, err…”

  Reaching toward her top, the demon brusquely opens it, revealing a rge pair of breasts as they bounce to freedom, pinky nipples already standing to attention.

  Varzath coughs, spilling a mouthful of tea, and he curses out loud.

  Seeming to force herself to meet his eyes in a sidelong gnce, the demon maintains her breasts exposed, murmuring somewhat hoarsely, “The first time is free… But Milord will have to fill the runes… For another gnce…”

  “Let us say, ten runes for every tit fsh? And fifty for a gnce at the one of their rears?” Sonog says thoughtfully, a diabolical look in his eyes as he grins no differently than Varzath might have, in his pce, “What does Milord say? How many of the others shall I have come down for today, still?”

  Slowly, Varzath smiles. Oh, he might have found a source of inspiration, after all…

  Hours ter, as the day reaches its end, Varzath stares toward the parchment in his hands and the glowing rune drawn across it, having successfully infused his mana to it.

  Each rune is slightly different to one another, of course, and he won’t become able to do all of them at once after a single successful attempt at each, but this is certainly a good start, all things considered.

  Varzath releases a sigh as he stares toward the glowing parchments surrounding him, his vision swimming slightly as he does so.

  He… He might’ve overdone it somewhat.

  “I believe this completes another fifty, honey. Should I…?”

  Sonog stands at the edge of the parchments, slightly scked-jawed. Another of his wives stands by his side, this one much cooler in personality, slightly taller, and by no means less beautiful.

  Pointing a trembling finger in their direction, Varzath smiles. “My prize. Now.”

  Sonog ughs, at first incredulously, then with genuine relief.

  “To think Milord finished all of them,” he murmurs in shock, “In a single day… Well, you’ll have to do it a couple more times before having them all down to memory, but… This certainly puts us ahead of schedule.”

  “Fuck the schedule…” Varzath murmurs in between heavy breaths, “Sonog, I’m not doing all of them at once again.”

  Sonog ughs. “Don’t worry, it’ll become much easier now Milord has already done it once. Even if Milord completes a third of them each section from now on, you’ll be more than familiar enough with all of them by the end of the month. This also means I won’t have to come personally from now on… Heh, Milord’s crazy pn might come to fruition, after all.”

  “Reward… now.”

  Damn it, his vision is swimming…

  “Fine, you perverted bastard! Go on, sweety, give the man what he wants.”

  Sonog’s wife, the fifth one to have shown up so far, gives her husband a hesitant gnce. “Are you sure? Lord Varzath seems about to pass out. I’m not certain he’d enjoy it, in his current state.”

  Sonog blinks, double-taking Varzath’s current complexion for a moment, then shrugs. “Well, he worked hard for this, after all. It wouldn’t be right to deny the man his reward… I’m sure you’ll think of something. I’ll just throw this away and have the girls prepare the next batch for tomorrow.”

  Sonog snaps his fingers, creating a small gust of wind which brings the scattered parchments into his grip, then teleports away.

  Once the goat demon is gone, Varzath grimaces. He never wants to see another rune or piece of parchment ever again…

  “Milord…?”

  Varzath blinks. He must’ve spaced out, because Sonog’s wife now stands before him, bending over slightly with a concerned look on her face.

  Damn, she’s tall… Taller than him, certainly, and not by that small a margin, either. In between her and Bulramal...

  Varzath smiles. “Hey there, love… Sorry, I guess I must’ve overworked myself more than I thought. Not exactly the look of a Lord, eh?”

  Sonog’s fifth wife (Varzath has come to think of her as such since she showed up as the fifth one for his “reward”) pces a lock of hair behind her ear as she straightens herself.

  Her expression is neutral, so he can’t make much of what she might be thinking, although the others seemed to have no problems undressing for him in front of their husband… If anything, they seemed excited by the idea.

  “Say, you don’t mind if I y here for a bit, do you?”

  Having reached his limit, Varzath lies down as the world spins around him for a moment, then stabilizes itself.

  “…I’m Malgath. Sonog’s eighth wife.”

  “…Oh.”

  “I thought Milord might want to know…”

  Eighth, huh? He wonders how many exactly there are... Why did he never bother to ask before?

  Varzath smiles sadly. “I’m sorry, Malgath, but you were right. We should leave this for another time…”

  Varzath blinks as something falls by his head, something which his overworked brain takes several moments to identify as Malgath’s top.

  “Milord doesn’t need to worry. Sonog would be mad at me if I left without making due on our promise.”

  Looking up once more, Varzath is met by the sight of two perked mountains as Malgath shamelessly straddles his waist, cocking her head as she does so.

  “…Am I heavy, Milord?”

  Varzath raises a surprised eyebrow.

  “Milord can rex… Many of us have affairs with the incubi of the pace. Sonog doesn’t care… He’s often more enamored with his research than us, anyway.”

  Despite her words, Malgath’s voice carries no bitterness, merely acceptance, as she meets Varzath’s gaze with brown eyes which gleaming openly with desire, her expression unreadable as she slowly drags her hands up her ft belly, until they reach her breasts, raising them slightly.

  “I felt bad for Milord… Only being able to see, but not touch… Must’ve been hard…”

  Oh, something is hard alright.

  “And so… Milord may do as he wishes… To Malgath… As his reward…”

  Malgath narrows her eyes, slowly licking her lips as her hands finally reach her standing nipples...

  Were him not to have been born in it, Varzath might’ve said he’s going to Hell for this.

  Reaching forward, he presses his hands against Malgath’s breasts unceremoniously, twisting her nipples until she arches her back slightly, breath caught in her throat.

  “What a bad girl Malgath is… Your husband might come back and catch us at any moment, and here you are, straddling another man…”

  Malgath bites her lip as Varzath continues to knead her breasts mercilessly, moving his hands in a circur pattern as he brings them apart, then together, pressing her nipples all the while.

  “M-Milord…! Yes, Malgath is a very bad girl…!”

  Now slowly humping her sex against his erection through their clothes, Malgath takes his caresses without compint, as she promised she would...

  Varzath sps her left breast, and then the right one, pinching her nipples once more as he brings Malgath to clench her teeth and further arch her back, now panting heavily as the speed of her humping begins to increase.

  “No humping!” he orders, “Bad girls don’t get to cum without permission!”

  Malgath moans pleadingly, but she does stop, staring at him with the eyes of a kicked puppy as Varzath lowers the speed and intensity of his caresses considerably.

  After all, he worked hard for this. He might as well enjoy it…

  Several minutes of slowly pying with Malgath’s breast has them both panting heavily, slick with sweat, and desperate for release. Varzath himself had to stop his waist from moving several times, while Malgath, at this point, seems on the verge of tears.

  “P-please…! M-Malgath will be…! G-good from now o-on, s-so…! M-Milord… M-mercy…!”

  “Don’t you ever dare say such bsphemy in my presence again,” Varzath murmurs, grinning devilishly as he meets her eyes, “Malgath is perfect just the way she is… Almost as perfect as her breasts.”

  “M-Malgath c-can’t take it a-anymore…”

  “Fine, I’ll give us both what we need. Get up. If memory doesn’t fail me, I still haven’t seen the rest of my reward yet.”

  As Varzath finally releases of her breasts, Malgath takes a moment to recover her breath, then gradually brings her shaking legs to raise her body.

  Stepping forward, then turning around, Malgath slowly bends forward and pulls down her skin-tight pants in order to reveal her glistening sex underneath... Then, she slowly squats, spreading her knees apart as she does, until her exposed privates lie no more than a few centimeters away from Varzath’s face.

  “As promised… Malgath’s butt… For Milord’s hard work… Is Milord able to see it… well enough…?”

  Watching Malgath’s gleaming pussy at centimeters from his face, as she slowly humps the air, seemingly unable to contain herself for another second, Varzath swallows. Considering her hooves, this is an impressive dispy of equilibrium and esticity… He wonders how many times the horny half-goat demon has given herself the chance to practice in the past.

  However, rather than answering her with words, Varzath rises to meet his prize with his tongue, taking a first lick into the hot opening of Malgath’s lower lips as he tastes her sweat and cum, causing the demon above to scream wordlessly.

  Oh, she won’t st on her legs for very long, but Varzath still makes sure to reward Malgath for the show by demonstrating his own skills; After all, he himself has had more than enough chances to practice his tongue work over these past two thousand years…

  And as if to prove it, no more than a minute has passed before Malgath’s body, now effectively sitting against his face, begins to shake violently, denouncing her first orgasm.

  Grunting, Varzath pushes her forward, still mid-orgasm, to fall against his dick.

  “Hey, this isn’t a fucking vacation! Who’s the one being rewarded here?!”

  Rather than compining, Malgath moans softly while rubbing her face against the bulge next to it, before taking a slow, long lick at his dick through his pants.

  Varzath growls… This woman is still going to drive him insane.

  “Fucking enough forepy… Already!”

  Diving back into her pussy, Varzath feels a hot breeze as Malgath pulls down his pants, then the heat of her tongue (finally!) as she takes his member into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.

  For a while, their intertwined, muffled moans are the only audible sound within vicinity. Having already come once, Malgath seems to have finally calmed herself somewhat, slowly bobbing her head up and down as she takes his cock halfway into her mouth, running her tongue against it all the while.

  Despite the sweet torture, Varzath himself is far from idle, nearly drowning in her juices as he continues to work his tongue against her sex and clitoris, to suck, and pce the occasional pyful bite against her thigh, whenever pulling back for a much-needed breath of air.

  It is during one such moment, when Varzath is briefly away from her pussy, that rather than maintaining her current pace, that Malgath abruptly downs her head all the way, having her lips touch his crotch as his cock stretches her throat to its limits.

  Tensing his body, while clenching his teeth, is all Varzath can do to stop himself from coming immediately.

  Malgath seems to also realize as much, as she stays still for several moments, allowing Varzath to regain some of his endurance, before slowly pulling back her head, until only the head of his member remains within her mouth.

  Then, after pcing a soft kiss against his cock, Malgath gnces at him, slowly beginning to jerk his member, and smiling as she does so. “Milord doesn’t need to hold back so much… Malgath is already satisfied… Just rex now…”

  Well, how could he say no to something of the sort?

  Laying back, Varzath allows Malgath to continue unimpeded, now occasionally deep-throating his member all the way to its base, as she squeezes it with her throat almost painfully...

  His vision is still swimming slightly, but Varzath will be damned if he allows a bit of exhaustion to ruin this; By raising his hips to meet Malgath’s ministrations, he is soon brought to the edge once more, although this time he makes no efforts to stop himself from coming, closing his eyes and releasing a small sigh as Malgath downs his member one st time, milking it with her throat while moaning softly around it…

  Once Varzath comes to himself again, Malgath has his head pced against her p, her expression worried as she stares down at him.

  “I’ve made Milord exert himself too much... Malgath is sorry…”

  Varzath smiles at her tiredly. “I’m the one who is sorry for having to stop things so soon.”

  Malgath blushes slightly. “Shall I have Unnun bring Milord more tea…?”

  Unnun, who Varzath assumes was the wife to have shown up first, having come back several times throughout the day to bring more snacks… So that was her name.

  Varzath shakes his head. “I don’t think I’ll be able to rise for a while.”

  “In that case, Malgath will be Milord’s pillow for as long as Milord needs…”

  “Well, you don’t need to go that far-”

  But Malgath is already humming softly as she drags her hand through his hair, having completely ignored his words.

  Malgath… She seems to move at her own pace, doesn’t she? Well, Varzath can’t say he doesn't appreciate the attention…

  Drifting in and out of consciousness, Varzath allows himself to enjoy a much-deserved rest for a while as he once more wonders if he’s doing the right thing by following up with the pn…

  Well, at least his libido has returned.

  Malgath’s humming is eventually interrupted by a gasp as both she and Varzath, having been awake by the interruption, turn their gazes toward Unnun, standing beside Sonog, as she pces a hand against her slightly opened mouth.

  Beside her, far from looking surprised, Sonog simply raises an eyebrow at them. “Having fun, were you? Well, I’m sorry to interrupt, but Milord has visitors.”

  Visitors?

  Quickly rising, Varzath smiles as he pces a fast kiss against a surprised Malgath’s lips, then sets to walking toward Sonog and Unnun.

  “Well? Which one of them is it?” Varzath asks, not bothering to keep the excitement from his voice.

  Sonog shrugs. “Milord will see. Now, why don’t you loving dies join the others while I lead Lord Varzath to meet our guests?”

  Unnun nods, trotting toward a disappointed-looking Malgath, who giggles softly. Then, joining their arms together, both wives walk away while whispering to each other and throwing sidelong gnces in his direction.

  “Milord has put me in a difficult position,” Sonog speaks once the girls have left their eyesight, his tone suddenly serious.

  Varzath smiles awkwardly. However, before he can think of an excuse, Sonog continues.

  “After what happened, they’ll want a piece of me tonight... I’m not sure I’ll survive.”

  Realizing what he means, Varzath’s eyes widen slightly, only to narrow again as he gives Sonog his best shit-eating grin. “Well, if that’s the problem, then you don’t need to worry, my friend, for Varzath here knows a couple of spells that are sure to make you have the night of your life, and survive to remember it…”

  Several minutes of improvised magical instruction ter, Sonog stares at Varzath dubiously.

  “Is Milord sure these will have me able to take them all at once?”

  “Well… How many of them are like Malgath?”

  Sonog snorts. “Thank the Lords, Malgath is one of a kind. Milord thinks I’d have survived thus far otherwise?”

  The demons share a look.

  “…She’s something, isn’t she?”

  Varzath ughs. “Look, just make sure you cast them properly, and there should be no problems. These are simple spells, you should have them down after a couple of tries, if that.”

  Sonog frowns. “I should get to practicing, then. I might not have the time after arriving home…”

  And with that, the demon teleports away, leaving Varzathwith his mouth still half open as he was about to remind Sonog of his problems.

  Well… He’s sure he’ll find them eventually, whoever these visitors may be. How big could a workshop be, anyway?

  Half an hour of walking ter, Varzath is about to attempt a teleportation spell in spite of his exhaustion, consequences be dammed, when he finally spots a set of stairs leading up.

  Positively drenched in sweat, and having cursed the entirety of the Cosmos for having been born in Hell at this point, Varzath shakes his head incredulously as he forces himself to begin climbing.

  If this doesn’t lead to some sort of exit, he might need to have a serious conversation with Sonog in regard to direction signs…

  At the top, after climbing for a minute or so, Varzath comes across a set of rge metal doors nearly covered in glowing runes, which were thankfully left slightly opened, enough to allow for him to squeeze through.

  How unbefitting of a Lord…

  Arriving at a seemingly normal obsidian cave on the other side (very common around most of Hell), Varzath releases a sigh of relief as he feels a cold breeze against his face. The cave’s exit is visible not far from the gate he walked through, revealing Hell’s dim wastend beyond it… Despite the ck of a sun or moon, light still seems to illuminate everything in a strange shade of gray, at least where the orange glow of Hellfire’s pits doesn’t reach.

  Earlier, Varzath followed Sonog here without much thinking, but how far is he from the closest city again, and communal teleporter again…?

  Gncing over his shoulder, Varzath realizes only a ft wall now remains, instead of the doors he walked through.

  Illusion Magic? Or perhaps something even more complicated? He wouldn’t put it beyond Sonog’s abilities to hide his workshop on a small pocket dimension of its own…

  Varzath grimaces. It isn’t like he is completely worthless without his magic, but Hell is far from a safe pce, even for a weakened Demon Lord inside of his own Domain.

  Has he recovered enough to contact Sonog using long-range telepathy? Worst-case scenario, he might have to wait until somebody notices his absence and connects the dots.

  At least, he’s freed from the unbearable heat below. If he has to wait, at least he’ll do so…

  Under a nice, cold breeze? In Hell?

  Varzath curses as he abruptly rolls sideways, dodging by a hair’s breadth as spikes of ice erupt around the pce he previously stood.

  An assassin?! Now?!

  Pressing his thumb against his third ring, the one meant to teleport him back to the pace in case of emergency, Varzath is prepared to activate the artifact when his assaint reveals themselves by shedding the veil of Illusion Magic covering their bodies…

  “Pathetic. Was I a real assassin, Milord would already be dead.”

  JBDantas

  Additional Info I: Female half-goat demons (couldn't be bothered to give their species a name, sorry) are only goat-like up to their calves, while their male counterparts have fur up to their waist. Don't know what you guys were imagining during the chapter (if you imagined it the other way around and enjoyed it, hey, no judgment), since I hadn't made as much clear before this, but now you know.

  Additional Info II: Sonog has twelve wives/assistants, and Malgath wasn't lying when she said he doesn’t care if they have affairs or not. Magic and crafting are his forte, after all, and not sex. Although he married all of them for one reason or another (Sonog is older than even Varzath by a rge margin), he's well aware of his limits.

  Additional Info III: An artifact capable of instantly teleporting its user to a safe location, such as the ring Varzath was about to activate, would undoubtedly cssify as a css S magical artifact (the highest). Still, most artifacts tend to come with restrictions; In the case of Varzath's ring, which was a present from Sonog as a demonstration of loyalty when they first joined forces (having been crafted by him), it must be recharged for a month after used, and the location it teleports its user to must be set beforehand, which is more or less standard for artifacts of the sort, although a mere month of recharging is considered rather short (Sonog does call the ring one of his masterpieces, after all). As for the recharge time, although Varzath could, in theory, simply damp a rge quantity of mana into it, doing as much would almost certainly break the ring's enchantments, meaning the artifact's recharge time is determined by its own limits in terms of mana absorption (the fact it can absorb mana on its own rather than requiring its user to slowly, manually charge it being impressive in and on itself). Lastly, the ring does not possess a distance limit (otherwise, it might've been cssified as a css A artifact instead), although it won't teleport its user through Pnes (different sort of magic required to do so, and much more powerful, as seen in previous chapters). Don't look as everybody has been teleporting all over the pce since chapter one. These are powerful demons (yes, even the servants of the pace), and they're using short-range teleports, which are far easier to execute, and therefore applicable for combat.

  Ps: Also, Varzath's seemingly omnipotent shadow teleportation/movement, which is able to easily bypass most forms of magical defenses, is a byproduct of his Domain, and not something he's able to do outside of it (Demon Lords receive different booms from being inside their own Domains, usually associated with their original nature as a demon).

  Additional Info IV: And since we've touched on artifacts, it might be worth mentioning they're far from easy to come across, or make, requiring expensive magical materials which will often be wasted in their crafting process. As for the artifacts Varzath usually wears, other than his teleportation ring, and Saendara's ring (which, while serving as a catalyst for reaching her realm, also increases his physical abilities by a decent enough margin to be considered at least css A- or B, and yes, would have made Biranal at least somewhat stronger if not for her tattoos already producing a simir effect), they're mostly about passively increasing his magical abilities (mana output, absorption, circution speed, etc) since he specializes as a mage, and his spells are often enough to defeat any possible threats he might face (which makes them essentially worthless if his mind is already too exhausted).

  Additional Info V: Magical buffs don't stack (for example, a wind spell meant to increase speed will simply override an artifact meant to produce a simir passive effect, instead of adding to or multiplying its effect), so there's not much of a point in wearing artifacts with overping effects.

  Additional Info VI: Illusion Magic doesn’t create through invisibility, per se, but a camoufge distorting the surroundings of its user, or of the object it is attached to, being usually easily dispelled by a mage who has noticed its presence. It is also rather expensive mana-wise, and complicated to cast or maintain.

  [colpse]