The Punishment of A Demon General

I land outside of it with grace, brushing myself off and straightening my dress and hair once more, having been windswept by the short distance travel.

I spend several moments casting to charm a path open in the distinct lines of the marching crowds around the building, knowing that if I even try to talk my way in they'll all just try to find some sort of reason to fight me for some damn reason. I've been through this too many times...

The many lines of demons quickly stop marching, the ones I miss beginning to pick fights with those who suddenly stopped as I begin to make my way through. I force the ones closest to bow to me in a little show of power, and by little show of power, I mean please cheer me up, I'm really worried about what your boss is about to do to me...

Now that I'm closer, the building is as intimidating as always, spires line each corner of the building, resembling some sort of evil demon king's fortress, frankly if it weren't such a nice and sunny day, one would expect some sort of 'lightning' in the background of it, or maybe some ghosts to appear in the window.

It's not long before I reach the massive door at the entrance... Don't worry, it's all metal too, and no, I can't open it with my strength.

I gesture over one of the tall brutal looking demons from the marching lines, his movements as he hustles over showing him almost giddy, if his face wasn't covered in spikes, I would almost think he was blushing, excited to meet me.

"Open it." I order, ignoring his excitement. I've fucked one of you guys before, the barbed cocks aren't fun, sorry.

He pushes the door open, looking at me expectantly, like some sort of cheerful schoolboy waiting for his crush to say something to him. "... Uh, good boy, go back." I say dismissively, heading in.

"And you better-" The door shuts behind me. God dammit, why now of all times did a demon decide to get manners?! Now I'm trapped in here until I get another idiot to open the door for me! Ughhhh...

I look around the entry hall hall, torn up gothic decorations littering the entire place, the rug looking like a large cat had gotten to it, any tapestries that were on the wall tattered beyond repair, the chandelier... Well, it's on the floor.

All in all, this is pretty normal for Wrath's place. I think Greed tried to clean it once, but decided attempting to bill a psychopathic murderer for cleaning and repairs wasn't worth his time.

"Wraaaaaath...!" I call out, not wanting to get lost in this stupid place. I wish I could have gotten someone outside to lead me, but that would have been the blind leading the blind... Nobody out there has ever come in here and survived, I think.

Something something, challenge to her authority, blah blah blah... Whatever. I sigh after a while of silence, beginning to look through the rooms, continuing to call out.

...

It's been a couple hours now, one might think 'oh, maybe she's just not home' but no, she probably is, unfortunately for me. I would very much appreciate if she weren't home, that would be a godsend, but she only leaves if something interesting happens.

And if something interesting has happened, well, she's probably forgotten that she wanted to talk to me anyway, so win/win!

Unfortunately though, that means I'm still stuck wandering around until I figure out if she's home or not... Nuclear option, maybe? Naaah... Maybe. Nah.

Eh, she didn't kill me last time, but she said she would kill me if I said it again... She also said she'd kill me if I said it the time before that, though, so like, what else am I supposed to do? She won't come unless I say it!

"Princess!" I shout as loud as my lungs will let me, the sound of a couple of rooms being destroyed suddenly in the distance. How do I know what the sound of a room getting destroyed sounds like? Well, take your best guess.

I quickly grab a hold of one of the metal doors belonging to one of the rooms of the torn up hallway, the door already bent at a crooked angle from previous thrashings, throwing it suddenly before a loud sound akin to a pan hitting someone's skull echoes through the castle, barely turning the fireball-cum-demon's trajectory from 'certain murder' to 'barely grazing me'.

I have to quickly put my hands up in surrender towards the fiery demoness standing tall before me, her dark skin glistening with sweat as if to show off all the effort she puts in. Or it might be the fact her hair is literally on fire and trailing down to her ankles.

She has a pair of metal chains hanging around her ankles and wrists, all of which trailing somewhere down the hall where she had apparently effortlessly dragged the attached massive boulders here, though they seem to be worse for wear given the sheer speed she had arrived.

She furrows her brow in annoyance at me as I hold my hands up in submission, obviously tempted to take my head clean off regardless, but I know for a fact she's weak to this kind of stuff. At the very least we're... Well, I'm more close to Wrath than some of the others, I guess.

I take in the appearance of her in her current outfit, small b-cups with an extraordinarily chiseled body basically only covered by what can only be defined as a 'toga, but lewd', how can you make a toga lewd, you might ask? Just wear it wrong, and with no underwear whatsoever...

I can feel my cheeks heat up slightly as I'm 'forced' to look at her extraordinarily toned body stand tall in front of me as she continues to debate whether or not to kill me, the answer incredibly obvious to me despite her long thinking.

Finally she lets out a grunt and rips the chains off her limbs, looking to me with annoyance. "What are you doing here, Illy?"

I stare at her blankly, having expected this, but expecting something and having it happen regardless is an annoying experience.

"You're the one that asked me over. If I recall correctly someone said 'Momma Wrath is looking for you.' to me when I tried to enter the district. They even had the balls to hold me up for it." She tilts her head with my words for a bit before nodding in understanding.

"I see, that is perfect then. Why are my soldiers calling me Mommy?" I can't help but stare at her blankly, is this... Is this why she called me all the way over here? For this?

"Is... Is that why you called me over here?" I ask, maybe it's just a random thing she wanted to bring up.

"Yes, why have they all seemed to start calling me Mommy whenever I train them? I ask them and they say 'Because you are our Mommy' and I don't understand it." Oh, God... Whoever the lust demon was that taught them about the term 'Mommy', I want to kill you so badly right now...

"Um... Uh..." Ugh, if I try and lead her astray and someone else tells her, she really WILL kill me... I have to be honest.

"Basically uh... They find you hot and domineering, in a... Powerful way, it's a bit hard to explain with demons, especially because they don't have mothers, but uh, whoever explained it to them probably explained it like that. You're a surrogate MILF to them, pretty much." I can't help but be completely baffled at my own explanation, despite the accuracy.

"... Right..." She says, deep in thought, her brow deeply furrowed in annoyance still despite her more positive tone. "And what's a MILF?" Do we really have to start there?!

"Mother I'd Like to Fuck, next question." I say, not wanting to discuss it much further than that, having to do basic terminology education to a Wrath demon not exactly being on my bucket list.

"You would like to fuck mothers?" She says with a curious glance, prompting me to stare at her, a small grin forming on her face. Okay, I know she's not that dense, she's figured it out, and she's just teasing me at this point.

"Right... I will have you educate me then on this. I cannot have my subordinates stepping out of line, so you will teach me how to act as this 'Mommy'." What? I did- I stare at her eyes, seeing that they definitely aren't taking 'no' for an answer. Alright, I did sign up for it! Hooray!

With that half-hearted cheer in my mind, I nod and get picked up onto her shoulders, my crotch feeling incredibly warm from the fiery hair between my legs as we make our way through the house to her only intact bedroom.

Seriously... How do I even find myself in these kinds of situations? Carried around by the Demon General of Wrath to her bedroom to teach her how to be a lewd mommy because of her horny simp soldiers-

I'm clothes lined by a door frame as I'm brought in, sent tumbling to the ground off her shoulders, rubbing my head in pain, owwww, what the fuck! Did you really have to run into it full force when I wasn't paying attention?

"Ff... Rule one... If they get an injury, you comfort them either sternly or gently. What matters is you comfort them." I can't help but have tears in my eyes from the force of that hit, rubbing my head as I stand up.

She stares at me awkwardly as I look up to her, obviously not knowing anything about what I'm saying. "Just say something like, 'scars are cool', or 'you did good', or something like that. Comforting physical contact is a bonus."

Suddenly I get picked up and laid on the bed, my dress getting hiked up above my waist as she digs her nose into my crotch, hot breaths against me as I try to eke out some sort of squeak in surprise.

"You know, demons like you might last seconds in battle against me." Her words are punctuated with a strong lick across my underwear, a deep shiver crossing my body as I look deep into her flaming eyes. What the hell are you even doing with your soldiers?! No wonder they're calling you Mommy, you psycho! How did you translate comforting physical contact into that!?

Somehow that helped though, having completely forgotten the wound on my head as I stare down at her breathlessly as she licks her lips, looking up at me from between my legs, my cock hardening from that one lick, seeing Wrath between my legs a bonus.

"You... That... Whatever." I can't even begin to correct all the errors there, she can go around sexually harassing all her soldiers for all I care.

"Rule two, when they complete something strenuous, reward them, can just be with words or something like that."

With those words, she pulls away from my legs, pondering a bit, bringing a feeling of dread to my heart as she suddenly pulls me off the bed. "Survive." Hey, that doesn't mean you need to-

I put all my focus on dodging the half powered strike, a sudden massive mark cleaving the wall behind me as I duck aside, the flurry of blows gradually pushing me out of the room and into a more open of space as I'm forced to dodge with absolutely no room for error, only able to scream 'Wait!' in hopes that she'll stop attacking at some point.

I jump over a sudden brick from the wall being chucked at me, nearly cleaving me in half, having to push myself off the wall shortly after to dodge another strike she makes against it, the walls just barely surviving the strike this time, the ground shaking as I try to sprint away, gasping for breath as I continue to duck, dive, and dip.

+Dive duck dip dive and dodge, Ilvia! If you can dodge a psycho wrath demon, you can dodge a ball!+

(Once again, whatever you're referencing, straight over my head.)

"Y-you... Wait..." I choke out between gasps, another attack barely skimming me, leaving a small cut in my side as I dodge, my speaking having broken my concentration just long enough for her to land an attack on me.

Suddenly her onslaught stops, my legs giving out as I collapse to the floor, panting deeply. I can't help but struggle as I'm picked up by her, hoisted onto her shoulder and carried off, going limp shortly after, feeling like I'd just run miles.

God, Wrath demons are insane...