Stepping towards the infamous Demon Queen, you set aside your large axe and smile.

Lethice cocks
a bemused brow, crossing her legs and tracing her slender fingers around the rim of her Lethicite-
filled goblet. None of her remaining minions move to stop you, allowing you to approach their
queen, right to the foot of her throne.

“Well, well,” Lethice purrs, mighty wings twitching expectantly behind her. “What’s going through
your mind, I wonder. Shouldn’t you be raising your hackles and telling me how you’re going to
topple me off my throne and put an end to my reign of lust about now?”

No, no. You have a very different speech in mind right about now. You sweep an arm back towards
the defeated bodies of the Demon Queen’s most elite servants, her own personal guard and the very
king of the minotaurs. Both humiliated by your hand back to back. Compared to you, they were
nothing. Pathetic, really. Are they the best the mighty demons have to offer?

Your words seem to take the Demon Queen aback, actually leaving the haughty slut speechless for a
moment. Keeping the momentum, you say that she clearly needs replacements for those useless
weaklings. A mighty, beautiful queen like Lethice deserves someone who can properly defend her.
Someone whose power is rival only to her own.

Slowly, a smile spreads across the demon’s face. “Someone like you?” she smirks, flicking a small
crystal into her mouth. The resounding crunch of a soul being devoured echoes through the grand
chamber, to the delight of the demonic courtiers in the stands. “Perhaps I underestimated you,
‘Champion.’ You’ve certainly proved yourself most capable. And most arousing.”

Lethice stands, high heels clicking on the stone floor and wings unfurling behind her. You notice with
keen appreciation the way her dark churchware clings to every lush mound and shapely curve. She
even has a regal walk, one leg sensuously slipping in front of the other until she’s within arm’s reach;
then closer still, tracing a pale finger around your chin.

“So. You’ve resisted my poor imps and demons at every turn. Fucked your way through my keep.
And all this to... what? Become my new bodyguard?”

“Something like that,” you answer, grabbing the demoness by the hips and yanking her close, tight
against your chest so that you can feel her pert breasts hot against your samurai armor. She gasps
with surprise, but the moment of weakness is just that: momentary. In the blink of an eyes, she’s
right back to unflappable, regal dominatrix. One of her legs hikes up around your hip, pressing her
crotch against yours, and her hands reach up to cup your cheeks.
“My, my,” Lethice smirks, “You continue to surprise... and delight. I see every one of the stories I’d
heard about this so-called Champion seems to be true.”

Every one of them and more, you assure her, running your hands down her back. You grab a handful
of demonic ass, squeezing until she moans.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she chuckles, brushing your hand off. “Even you can’t just waltz in
here and simply... demand my power. No, there will be tests. I must assure your loyalty, my new
Champion, and there’s so much I simply can’t wait to extract from that precious body of yours. Your
soul, for starters.”

She smiles and steps back from you, slipping like a spirit out of your arms and back towards her
throne. As she does, her fingers play across her tarnished garb and in the blink of an eye, pulls it
away in tatters to reveal a pristine body. She’s ghostly pale, with long hair spilling down around her
slender shoulders and small, high breasts. A pink, silken slit sits proudly between her legs, so small
and pretty that you’d easily mistake it for a princess’s - not the gaping, lustful orifice you might have
expected. Even her wings and horns seem somehow less threatening now, almost cute.

She walks backwards to her throne, swinging into it with peerless grace and legs spread wide open
like the lewdest of wantons. “Some queens might make their new vassals kneel before her, but as
you might imagine, my court has a different take on things.”

As if to punctuate her point, Lethice runs a single slender digit around the pink left lip of her pussy,
spreading her slit open for your inspection. A little gasp of pleasure escapes her full lips as her finger
slides inside, completely enveloped by rosy walls that hug it perfectly. It pops out a moment later,
polished to a shine that the queen is all too eager to lick clean with a moan of relish.

“Come now, Champion,” she purrs, bringing that same finger back down to caress the hooded
rosebud over her petite slit. “Show your loyalty to your new monarch to the whole court. Cement in
all our minds your utter and complete dedication to corruption.”

It’s an easy choice. One that will pay out a thousand times over, earning you every pleasure of the
flesh you’ve become so utterly addicted to since your first arrived in this tainted world. What do you
need a soul for anyway, if that’s what’s holding you back. Trading it away is a small price for the
power and pleasure that Lethice’s court commands with such mastery. The knowledge you’ll soon
be just like these creatures fills you with a mix of dread and excitement, wondering just what it must
feel like to be a creature whose entire existence is nothing but sex, and the search for more and
more extreme and hedonistic expressions of it.
You approach the throne and slink down to your knees, placing your hands firmly on the Demon
Queen’s creamy thighs. She smiles regally, hungrily, down upon you while you explore the gulf
between her legs, moving ever closer to her alluring hole. Eventually, your lips close with hers,
gently teasing your way until the you taste the first sweet droplets of corrupted, feminine
excitement.

An explosion of sensation erupts through your tongue, spreading as a tingling warmth all through
your mouth, throat, and beyond. You’ve barely gotten your tongue out of your mouth before the
alien feeling has spread through your entire body, infusing you with renewed lust above and beyond
anything you’ve felt for the statuesque demoness. Like a woman starving, you dig in with desperate
abandon, munching that demonic rug with everything you have.

“Mmm, intent on making a sterling first impression, aren’t you?” Lethice murmurs, wrapping her
thighs around your face. Turning her gaze upwards to the demons in the stands, she shouts, “Do you
see, my dears? Another would-be Champion reduced to nothing more than a fuck-hungry animal like
us, even without the help of the factory. Our plans are quite on track! Humans, beast-morphs, even
the so-called gods of this realm all end just as this one has: on their knees, worshipping my twat like
the perverse altar of our wonderful Demon Realm.”

You feel Lethice’s satin-soft hand on your shoulder-length, white hair, caressing you. “More
importantly, though, I’ve gained a very, very promising new stalwart. Someone who might just be
strong enough to help us finish off our conquest. Oh, I have so many questions before you forget
yourself to pleasure. Like where your friends and companions are, and the location of the last cities
I’ve heard so many rumors of. You’ll tell me these things, won’t you?”

Of course you will. Even if there were an ounce of resistance left in you, any fleeting desire to save
your soul and hold to your duty, some small part of your mind realizes that the Demon Queen’s very
sex has ensorcelled you, sinking talons of magic deep into your spirit. You’re hers, utterly and
completely, body and mind and soul.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Time passes in Mareth...

You spare little thought to the passage of time. Weeks, months, perhaps years have gone by in your
carnal service to Queen Lethice. Each day blends into the next, swamped in pleasures of the flesh
known only to the race of shapeshifters and boundless hedonists you’ve joined with. In more ways
than one.
The legend of the “Demon’s Champion” spread through Mareth like wildfire soon after your falling in
with the demonic host. With Lethice’s power, and the near-limitless capabilities of her demons, at
your back, there seemed nothing you could not do. Your trek across the Demon Realm had seen you
come across all manner of folk and places secluded and safe from the steady reach of your patron’s
corruption.

No more.

Though your memories from before your triumphant ascent are nothing more than a vague haze,
your alluring consort assures you that before she milked your soul from your body in an orgiastic
affair like none the realm had ever seen before, she had extracted oh so much information from
your willing mind. Everywhere you had visited, everyone you had ever spoken to in your
adventures... all were carefully recorded by Queen Lethice before your soul was quite literally fucked
from your once-mortal flesh, and you were made perfect and powerful beyond your wildest dreams.

And now... now the Demon’s Champion stands victorious on the ramparts of the last free city in your
realm, looking over the carnal chaos you’ve let loose. The streets of Tel’Adre are overrun with
demons of every shape and form, fucking like mad as the screaming, struggling defenders drown in a
sea of corrupted cum and milk and every other sexual fluid they could imagine.

The sight of such a magnificent, victorious orgy sends shivers of delight through you almost as sexual
as the wet, tight hug of your consort’s sex around your blighted mast.

The thrill of victory simply and utterly overwhelmed your queen when she arrived to survey the
scene of your victory, and you soon found yourself with Lethice bent over the sandy stone walls,
breasts bared to the growing crowd of demons in the streets as you plow her from behind, hips
pistoning hard against her lush, soft rump.

Something clicks inside you as you unleash yet another potent load into the queen’s womb. Already,
her stomach grows with the freshest clutch of soulless, pleasure-hungry imps inside her. Realization
dawns to the beat of Lethice’s pussy clenching around your tainted member and accepting your
virile seed once more.

You’re right where you belong. For the first time, maybe ever, you are completely and utterly sure in
the realization that you are exactly where you were always meant to be. Every moment in your life,
every battle and every victory that led you to Queen Lethice’s throne, to surrendering your soul to
the vacuous, mind-breaking pleasure only a true demon could command - all of it has led you here,
right now, leading the last and greatest victory of the demonic horde.
And thus ends purity in Mareth, crushed under your heel and stamped out in a tidal wave of cum.

“Ah, my Champion,” Lethice coos, propping herself up on her hands and gazing out over the ruined
city. “This was a hard-fought victory for you. I could not be more proud.”

She smiles over her shoulder, slowly turning so that your prick slides out of her in a tidal-wave of
pent-up semen. Spunk stains her alabaster thighs, drooling down in thick, creamy rivulets as she slips
into your arms and plants a kiss on your lips.

“Your work is done, if you so choose,” she smiles. Behind her, your eyes are drawn to a four-dicked
demonic minotaur stampeding out of the city guardhouse, several morphic soldiers mounded on his
shafts. Cum sprays from them and him, and the screams of pleasure echo through the streets,
completely drowning out all other sound for a moment. When he’s turned a corner and left, leaving
a sea of spooge in his wake, Lethice chuckles. “But I know you, now, my dear Champion. I know
you’ll never be satisfied with victory. No, no, even now your spirit yearns for adventure and conflict
more than it yearns for even my bed. Isn’t that right?”

Perhaps, you have to admit. Though passion swells in your heart now, you wonder what you’ll do in
the future. You’d thought you could be sated by endless days spent entwined with your queen and
her endless harem, indulging in your fantasies day in and day out.

But some part of you, however small, will always be the Champion. A warrior, destined to fight. You
just happen to fight for the demons now.

“I know,” Lethice chuckles, wrapping her arms around your waist, smearing your mixed cum
between your bodies. “That’s why I have one more job for you.”

Donning a wicked smirk, Lethice whispers “We’ve finally got enough souls to open another portal. A
way out of this cursed, trapped realm. And an all but infinite supply of new sluts to milk for their
souls. Imagine: power beyond everything we already have, scattered on many worlds ripe for the
taking. And you... my Champion... are so very, very good at taking what you want.”

You nod. “Where to first, then?”

Lethice just smiles, brushes past you to look out over the ramparts and into the Marethian
wasteland.
“A realm of traitorous souls. A little village that dared to send a wolf instead of a lamb. I think it’s
time we thanked Ingnam.”

THE END