Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

The wind returned like it had been waiting.

A slow breath through the ruined village. The fire beneath the snow vanished with the sigil, but the red mark on Asmodeus's chest still glowed through the torn fabric of his shirt—sharp lines, faintly pulsing, like a second heartbeat.

His hand brushed over it casually, as if it were just another scar.

Lumina approached first. Her fingers reached for the mark without hesitation, then paused just above his skin.

"…It's not fading."

"No," Asmodeus said.

Levia stood back, arms crossed, her silver eyes studying the mark with quiet calculation. "You made a connection. Whether you wanted it or not."

"It was already there," he said. "I just gave it a name."

Asmodea circled behind him, her arms wrapping around his waist. "You shouldn't have said that," she murmured. "Not like that. You shouldn't have dared her to seduce you, darling. She'll try."

"I know," he said.

Vinea's voice sliced the cold like steel, like a sharpened blade. "And what happens if she succeeds?"

Silence.

No one answered.

The only sound was the slow pop of frost cracking in the branches overhead.

Levia finally spoke. "We shouldn't stay out here."

"There's a cave just ahead," Lumina said, already moving. "We passed it earlier."

"What about the knights?"

"Asmodeus, there is a large rocky wall that should block most of the wind."

They walked in silence, the snow heavy underfoot. Asmodeus moved slower than before—not weakened, but thoughtful. The women gave him space, though not distance. They stayed close. Not one of them rode ahead, worried something might happen.

When they reached the cave, it opened the mountainside like a yawning mouth. Deep, dark, and dry. Inside, the air was still cold, but. Safe. The inside proved large enough for the knights to join them while the warriors built a small camp outside.

It might have been the first time Asmodeus saw all knights and warriors using their exoskeletons for such a long duration.

Levia conjured a sphere of light and placed it at the centre above the fire. It shimmered softly, warming the stones with a faint crackle.

Asmodeus sat down first, resting with his back against the wall. He peeled open his shirt. The mark hadn't faded at all. It pulsed faintly—just enough to remind them it was real. Yet the issue for him was how it constantly burned, sometimes softly, then passionately, as he could almost feel what the demon queen was doing.

Asmodea was the first to break.

She dropped beside him with a huff, straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around his shoulders without a word.

Vinea raised an eyebrow.

"You're not going to ask first?" she asked, her tone dry.

"Did she ask before talking about how wet you got when he bit your neck?" Asmodea snapped.

Vinea's expression darkened. "Say that again."

"Oh, did that strike a nerve? Should I moan his name like you did?"

"Asmodea," Asmodeus warned.

But the seductive blood fairy turned her face toward him with a sly grin. "You let her say anything. Why not me?"

Vinea stepped closer and huffed through her nose. Asmodea didn't back down and hissed at her sister, and it might have been the first time they clashed. And Asmodeus didn't hate it. He always thought their relationship appeared too perfect.

Levia looked up from where she was tending to her injured wrist and muttered, "This is exactly what she wanted."

"Heh, just because you were losing the argument."

"Shut up Asmodea!" Vinea snorted while Levia watched the two, trying to avoid upsetting the balance and causing a waifu war.

Lumina avoided the argument. She hadn't been intimate with Asmodeus for some time, though he treated her with respect—it was a little lonely. Instead, she started weaving a lattice of silk across the cave entrance to form a tight, dense and camouflaged defensive barrier.

Asmodea leaned closer to Asmodeus, her tone low, sultry. "Darling... she saw me last night, didn't she?" Her voice trembled, but not from fear. "She watched us."

Asmodeus didn't answer immediately.

He tilted his head back against the cool stone wall, eyes half-closed, still shirtless, the red sigil pulsing faintly across his chest like a brand from another world.

When the woman touched herself, he could feel it.

When she whispered his name, he could hear it.

"She saw everything," he said in a calm and assertive tone. "But, what's wrong with seeing you all in your most beautiful and alluring moments?"

Asmodea's eyes widened slightly. "You don't mind?"

"I wanted her to know what she'll never have." His voice dropped lower. "What you do. What all of you do. Isn't it amusing for her to keep desperately seeking it?"

Vinea's boot scuffed the stone. "That's cruel," she said, folding her arms—but the faintest smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Asmodeus turned his gaze toward her, sharp and sure. "Cruelty isn't the point. She wants to possess me like a trophy, but it is not that romantic or cute. Her true desire is to assimilate with me. I want her to feel hollow every time she tries."

Levia knelt beside him, inspecting the sigil more closely now, her gloved fingers brushing just above the skin. "You've made it personal. She'll act faster now."

"I'm counting on it."

There was a pause. The only sound was the low hum of Levia's magic and the gentle clicking of Lumina's silk threads.

Then, softly, Vinea muttered, "She spoke about me like I was just another body."

"You're not," Asmodeus said, his voice powerful, reverberating like a hammer slamming against the cavern walls.

She looked at him.

He stood slowly—grabbing Asmodea's wrist as he rose, pulling her to her feet with him, then extending his hand to Vinea without hesitation.

She stared at it for a moment, looking back into his eyes and seeing his faint smile and charming gaze. Then placed her hand in his, pulled close as he tightened his fingers around hers.

"You belong to me," he said, voice full of certainty. "All of you. Not because I claimed you. Because you chose me, we chose each other."

Asmodea pressed close to his side again, her voice quieter now. "But she's trying to get in our heads."

"She won't," Asmodeus said. "Not unless you let her. Aren't you the one here with me now?"

Levia stood now, brushing dust from her knee as she turned to face him. Her silver eyes shimmered in the golden glow. "So what's your plan, My Lord?"

He looked at them each in turn. None of them was the same or equal, but all were his precious women. The silence stretched long enough for their breathing to sync. No one looked away.

"We sleep here. Together," Asmodeus removed his shirt completely, before placing a huge monster fur on the ground, big enough for at least six people, then said. "She can't invade what she can't divide."

Asmodea looked up at him, surprised by the tenderness in his tone but the seductive and carnal suggestion he made.

"You'll hold us?" she asked.

"No," he said. "You'll hold me."

He stepped back and stacked the soft quilts to form a smooth, heated bed and slipped to the ground again, legs stretched out, back resting against the cave wall.

"Come here."

Vinea obeyed first, silent, folding beside him and resting her head on his shoulder. Asmodea followed next, draping herself across his chest, pouting slightly as she curled her arms around his waist. Levia moved last, tucking against his other side, her expression calm but her fingers coiled tightly in his sleeve.

Lumina finally turned from the entrance, her silk complete. She walked to the group slowly, settling at Asmodeus's feet, her long white lashes flickering as she lowered her head into his lap without a word. Her hands wrapped around his thigh, her breath soft and steady.

"I feel safe like this," she whispered.

Asmodeus placed one hand on her head and the other over Vinea's waist. The sigil on his chest pulsed one last time—then dimmed, no longer glowing.

But not gone.

'I can feel her anger, frustration...'

"Haha." Asmodeus chuckled, looking at the women now relaxed. Asmodea softly hummed beside him while Vinea played with his fingers, stroking along his palms with her nails. Levia watched him quietly while leaning on his side.

***

Far to the north, the Demon Queen's breath hitched in her throat.

"Why?" A pained murmur as the image became still.

She stood in her chambers, robe half-loose around her hips, draping over her throne with one hand clutching the crystal orb that had long since gone dark. But she could still feel him. The mark on her skin, just above her breast, pulsed with a phantom ache.

She pressed her palm to it, trying to smother it.

But it only beat harder.

His voice echoed inside her mind—those words, that tone.

"Seduce me."

Her body trembled at just the thought, remembering his eyes and low, ferocious voice. She grabbed the edge of her throne, nails digging into the carved obsidian arm.

"I will," she whispered, trembling. "I'll make you kneel. I'll make you beg."

The frustration that she couldn't see anything, only a calm darkness, a cave or some kind of pit.

The orb crackled faintly.

Images of women wrapped around a man, his hands caressing their hair, hugging them tight, but nothing that the demon queen sought.

Snow battered the windows, trickling into the castle gardens. Not a blizzard, not yet—but a warning of the demon queen's anger and unstable emotions on the rise.

The Queen smiled faintly, eyes glowing with a seductive light.

"Let the hunt begin."