ASTAROTH AWAKENS 3

Feature Writer: ObsidiantheDragon

Feature Title: ASTAROTH AWAKENS 3

Published: 16.07.2022

Story Codes: Demonic

Synopsis: A captured elven ranger is a delight to corrupt

Author’s Notes: This is part of a small series! You can find the previous chapter here on my profile clicking on my name. While I try to keep revising my work to avoid annoying typos, I tend to miss many. If you spot any, please let me know down in the comments. Enjoy!

Astaroth Awakens 3

It had been a couple of nights since Astaroth and his growing retinue had left the ancient temple.

A vast forest, stretching as far as the eye could see, had been waiting for them outside, with just a faded and miniscule dirt path as the only distinctive feature to follow.

Viscera, Astaroth’s new obedient hellhound, had explained to them that her party had followed this trail to the temple, trying their best to reach Desire before she could resurrect the demon lord.

The gorgeous lupine woman did not hide her amusement at this, as failing in this mission had been a blessing for her. She had been reveling in her new form and freedom, unleashing her passion on Desire, Astaroth and her old companions new forms every time they made a stop.

Astaroth was on guard, though, for the hellhound had also mentioned that this forest was inhabited by overly zealous elves.

“We asked them for help,” Viscera had said when asked about this by her Master, “but they refused, as usual, saying it was a fool’s errand and that Desire would not succeed anyway.” The hellhound growled with contempt at this memory.

“They were the fools,” she said, her lupine ears perking up, “but they know this forest well and could be a threat on the way through it.”

Viscera stepped closer to Astaroth after saying this, placing her cushioned and clawed hands gently against his belly.

“I will not allow them to harm you, Master, I will tear them to pieces and lay down my life for you if necessary.”

Demon Lord or otherwise, Astaroth had felt a shiver of pride and love for his new pet as she said this, nothing made him happier than those he liberated clearly enjoying their new lives, and Viscera had embraced his gift with zealotry once he had destroyed her barriers.

It was their third day of travel, and they were close to the heart of the forest, it was near this area that Viscera and her party had last seen the elves, so Astaroth had ordered them to stay close in case of an ambush.

Viscera moved to the front; her fluffy ears perked up as she listened for signs of danger. Her former party was in a defensive position around Astaroth. On his sides were Viscera’s former rogue, who had now assumed a more vulpine shape and had taken the name Foxeye and her former sorcerer, now sporting an incubus-like shape and who had rechristened himself as Wantonness.

Right behind Viscera was her former fighter and team muscle, the now bovine looking Tauroc.

None of them had been particularly original with their new names, but it didn’t matter, what mattered is that they were their chosen names, and bound them closer to their new life as Astaroth’s followers.

Desire, as it bequeathed her position as the Demon Lord’s right hand, sat on his arm in a sensual pose, her stunning red skin snuggled against her Master’s dark fur.

Viscera advanced with preternatural grace up front, her cushioned wolf feet not making a sound as she kept a close eye on their surroundings.

She had salvaged what was left of her armour into something more utilitarian, given her new form. Her breastplate had been fixed, and she wore it very much as before, covering her chest and belly to avoid any grievous injuries in those vital areas. Her greaves had been fixed as best she could, protecting the front side of her thighs and shins, but not much else, her legs now much too different for her old armour.

Furthermore, her arms and head were completely exposed, something she had mentioned bothered her, but getting her a more adequate set of armour would have to wait.

The forest had become almost oppressive, it’s dense canopy closing over them like a verdant dome.

Suddenly, Viscera stopped and raised her claw telling them to halt, her ears twitching as she surveyed the area. The incessant sounds of nature that had accompanied them for miles had disappeared, and an odd uneasiness had taken their place.

Astaroth let Desire down from his arm, and he concentrated his powers on his hands, ready for the attack that was surely coming, while the succubus hid behind his massive frame.

Foxeye, Wantonness and Tauroc drew their weapons and circled around their Master, ready to defend him from potential attackers.

They didn’t have to wait long; when their attackers realized they had been noticed, they sprang their assault without hesitation.

A group of what were undoubtedly elves had surrounded them, and quickly unloaded their bows against Astaroth and his retinue.

The Demon Lord was prepared, lucky for him, and in a fraction of a second deployed a defensive spell that knocked the arrows out of the air before they could hit their targets.

He took a look at their assailants, the elves had cunningly camouflaged themselves against the backdrop of the forest, becoming almost impossible to spot to an untrained eye.

Thankfully for Astaroth, he didn’t need to see them clearly, now that he knew where they were, he could focus on their feelings, desires and sins, and just as any other mortals, they shone like lighthouses in the shadows of the forest.

Elves were particularly interesting, he thought, for while their appearance was calm and temperate on the outside, on the inside they were raging tempests of raw emotion and passion.

Amongst his attackers, the demon lord picked up a particularly bright light. At the back of the group, coordinating them, was an elven woman. Her green eyes pierced the forest with a sharpness beyond that of any arrow, and her tied back mane of red hair looked like a barely contained bonfire.

But by the abyss her emotions were delicious, Astaroth thought. She was a pressurized bottle of rage, lust and masochistic desire.

Astaroth wanted her, he had no doubts in his mind.

“Viscera!” he said, raising his voice as his spell repelled the current attack.

The hellhound raised her ears and looked at him, waiting for his orders.

The demon lord lifted his hand and pointed directly at the blue-eyed elf, his power giving Viscera her “scent” so to speak.

“Get her for me,” he said, as his hound nodded and bared her teeth.

Viscera leaped into the overgrowth like a furious ball of lighting, and used her recently acquired demonic strength to toss around the other elves as she made a beeline for her target.

In the meantime, Astaroth slammed his fist against his chest, summoning his growing strength and sharing it with his retinue, who howled as if filled their bodies with the unbridled power of their lord.

“Take them down, but keep as many alive as you can. We could use their abilities,” the demon lord said with eerie calm as the arrows were still raining on them.

With a wave of his hand, he blew the next volley of arrows back to the shooters, forcing them to scramble for cover amongst the trees, and this was all the opening his retinue needed to start their offensive.

Foxeye and Wantonness darted quickly into the thicket, using their speed to rapidly corner and subdue several elves with snares and spells, while Tauroc crashed against the trees with his mighty frame, forcing several of their attackers off the branches they had perched themselves in, all while shrugging off arrows and daggers digging into his thick skin and fur as if they were made of paper.

While Astaroth really enjoyed breaking through the barriers of his future followers till they couldn’t resist their own desires, this situation needed some haste, so he focused his essence on a patch of ground next to him,

With an unnatural rending sound, space itself was torn open, and a view to a vast and deep well of swirling purples opened into view through the portal Astaroth had just created, an opening to his very essence.

He raised his clawed hand, and as he did, long and rubbery looking tentacles emerged from the space, dripping a thick purple ichor that threatened to consume everything it touched.

Astaroth gestured towards the fallen and subdued elves, and as he did, the tentacles lunged forward, grabbing their downed enemies and dragging them into the swirling infinity on the other side of the portal.

Desire, still covering behind her Master, used her devilish powers to distract and entrance any enemy that dared lay eyes on her, leaving them exposed for Astaroth to capture with his tentacles and also drag onto the purple abyss opened before them.

Sounds of fear and distress came out of the portal as more and more of their attackers were thrown into it, but these slowly were turning into moans and pants of pleasure.

Desire, ever the curious cat she was, took a peek inside while smiling wide, almost posing for her Master to look at her backside while she investigated.

“What’s this Master?” she asked as her tail twitched and swayed.

Astaroth threw a couple more elves into the portal using its tentacles.

“It’s an opening into my very soul,” he said in a nonchalant voice. “I don’t have time to liberate these elves in a more entertaining manner, so I’m literally drowning them in my essence. Regardless of their resistance, they will be transformed in minutes at most, no mortal can withstand having so much of it pumped into them.”

Astaroth took a look at Viscera and smiled.

“Speaking of pumping things…,” he said, clearly satisfied with what he was seeing.

His eyes were following Viscera now, who was relentlessly chasing behind the elven leader as ordered by her Master.

She kept leaping from ground to branch and from branch to bush, not allowing her prey a second of respite, as the elf used her almost supernatural agility to try and keep a safe distance from the hellhound.

The elf kept lashing out at Viscera in desperation, throwing daggers, kicks and an occasional arrow at her attacker as often as the limited combat space allowed her, but despite her rather impressive competency, Viscera outmatched her in both speed and strength.

The hellhound weaved and ducked out of the way of the elf’s attacks, and when dodging was impossible, her chest piece was mostly deflecting the worst blows. An arrow had managed to pierce her left thigh, and a dagger had cut her right arm, but this had not managed to slow her at all.

In a split second the elf threw a powerful kick at Viscera, coming dangerously close to her snout, but to her horror, the hellhound just grabbed her by the ankle as the blow was about to land and in a single swift movement, she swung the elf by her foot into a nearby tree trunk, her body making a short and painful thud sound as it impacted the solid wood.

The elf flopped onto the grass, her body still stunned from the pain, and before she could recover, Viscera pounced on her and forcibly subdued her.

The gorgeous hellhound frogmarched the still dizzy elf towards Astaroth, holding her hands to her back with one hand while she choked her neck with her other arm.

Astaroth was pleased with his hellhound and lovingly patted her on the head for her success.

“Good girl,” he said, genuinely proud of her. “Hold her down for me, this one will be special….” He gave her his best smile, one which barely concealed his amusement.

“Desire, please help Viscera, this one is a handful,” he said to the deviless, who was toying with a cute elven man at the time, but she quickly threw him into Astaroth’s portal and walked towards them with her usual sensual strut.

The deviless needed little motivation to do as she was told, and with a smile, she moved to Viscera’s side, helping her restrain the elven woman and forcing her on the ground for their Master.

“Look at this one,” Astaroth said while holding the elven lady by her legs and forcing them open, “she’s basically all legs.”

He moved his massive body next to hers, just as she kicked and struggled, but her powerful legs did little, her kicks bouncing off the demon lord as if a kitten was patting him.

“It was like chasing a rather aggressive deer, Master,” said Viscera, who moved her head closer to the elven woman and grabbed her neck with her powerful jaws, her wolf teeth threatening to shred her captive’s neck if she continued to struggle.

The elf continued to struggle but ceased her lashing out, obviously fearing for her life.

“Monsters!” she said, her voice breaking in a panic, “what are you going to do to me?!”

While the fire in her green eyes remained, it was now tempered by fear, and she could not contain her distressed trembling.

And yet, with amusement, Astaroth could clearly see in her aura that she was aroused. She might hide from others her delicious masochistic desires, but not from the Demon Lord.

“Master Astaroth is going to claim you personally, little doe,” Desire said while cutting open the elf’s leather armor, exposing her beautiful freckled skin. “Savour this moment, it will be amazing.”

Desire’s words and strange honesty made the elven woman pause for a moment, her eyes entranced by the gaze of the deviless in a mixture of confusion… and arousal.

She snapped back to her frantic struggling once she noticed her pants were being effortlessly ripped to pieces by Astaroth’s claws. With horror, she noticed the enormous erection now protruding from the crotch of the Demon Lord, and she started muttering words of denial as her inevitable fate approached.

Her body was what Astaroth had been hoping and more, the elven woman was slender to an almost supernatural degree, her body and limbs long and sinuous and yet her muscles were strong as steel vines.

Astaroth particularly liked her legs, they were longer than the torso, and strong enough to crack a melon, yet they looked brittle and dainty, like those of a doe.

This gave him a delicious idea, and without further ado, he moved his pulsating phallus closer to her crotch.

Her pussy was smooth and hairless, and Astaroth licked his lips, thinking of how enjoyable pounding it would be. However, his instincts told him otherwise, and he lifted the elven woman’s hips with one of his massive hands, aiming at her small and puckered little anus.

He could see how the blood drained from her face while at the same time her arousal increased tenfold, and Astaroth smiled, she wanted pain and pleasure in equal measure, and he was going to give it to her till she was his.

The Demon Lord pushed the tapered tip of his cock against her little anus, and the woman froze in fear, sobbing and moaning in equal measure.

Viscera wagged her tail in excitement, still immobilizing her prey, while Desire used her enthralling presence and seducing voice to hasten the breaking of their future sister, all while caressing her lovely smooth skin.

“Don’t fight, little Doe, and it will be the most pleasurable experience of your life,” said Desire, grinning like a child with a new toy.

Astaroth took this as his cue, and thrust his hips forward, his cock forcing itself into the elf’s little ass like a spear through a peach.

The elven woman opened her mouth to scream, but Desire planted her lips onto hers, giving her a long and wet kiss that stole the woman’s breath.

The Demon Lord smiled and kept pushing into his new toy, bottoming out inside her as her whole body thrashed around in pain. He could feel cataclysmic emotional turmoil inside his new toy, who was getting aroused way beyond her wildest dreams in spite of the force and pain she was suffering, or perhaps more scarily for her, because of it.

Regardless, Astaroth started rhythmically moving his hips, the elf’s insides offering no resistance whatsoever to his massive member. He focused his essence onto her and started making it flow into her insides, her body so overwhelmed, she could offer no resistance whatsoever.

In less than a minute, the woman’s moans of pain completely subsided, and only quiet and soft sounds of pleasure came from her mouth.

Desire pulled back from her kiss, licking her lips seductively while gently moving her silky hand towards the woman’s pussy, her soft index finger finding her clit with preternatural precision.

She pressed and rubbed it, making the elf arch her body while shivering in delight.

Viscera, seeing her prey was unlikely to run or fight now, released her jaws from the elven woman’s neck and started licking her mouth and fondling her tiny breasts, all while wagging like the happy hound she was.

Astaroth grabbed his new toy firmly from her hips, and slammed his own against her ass as forcefully as he could without breaking her, which elicited the filthiest moan that had ever come out from the elf’s mouth.

“You are mine now, little doe,” he said as her green eyes locked with his.

Her hands moved towards his, and held them as if she was a child begging for more sweets, her overwhelming arousal having conquered any fears left in her mind, all while Astaroth’s essence travelled up her body, demolishing any barriers she might have been able to put up.

“It feels so good,” she said, her voice breaking as she gasped for air, all while being assaulted from all sides by Astaroth and his two followers.

Her body arched as she had her first of many orgasms, her lower lip trembling softly while Viscera licked her with her long warm tongue.

Desire and Astaroth did not give her quarter while she orgasmed, the Demon Lord still thrusting while his succubus continued to finger and play with the elven woman’s silky wet pussy.

Astaroth pulled her closer to him, lifting her, so her lips were next to his. He looked into her eyes, his preternatural gaze piercing deep into her soul, and without uttering a word, kissed her.

As he did, he came into his new toy, filling her already changed and conquered insides with a torrent of his essence.

The beautiful elven woman moaned and trembled as she orgasmed again, her soul taken by Astaroth and her body changing to better serve him.

The change started from her belly, moving in all directions from then on. Soft short fur started to grow on her silky skin, snow-white on her belly and rear but a lovely shade of almond everywhere else, with little white spots of different shapes breaking the otherwise uniform pattern, though mostly towards her rear and legs.

A cute, short and puffy doe tail grew from her tail bone, and as the transformation travelled down her legs her feet started to turn into graceful deer-like hooves.

Her chest remained the same, though now covered in her lovely fur, with a heart shaped patch of white above and between her tiny perky breasts.

Her head had the most radical change, her face grew a very short snout with a cute black nose, and her long ears became fluffy and mobile, twitching as they took in all the new sounds they could hear.

Finally, her whole body and fur took on a subtle, but noticeable purple hue, which made Astaroth smile, as it meant his essence had penetrated the last of her being unimpeded.

The newly reborn doe-demon looked at her new Master with lust and joy, and returned his kiss with twice the intensity, her lovely long tongue tasting the Demon Lord’s mouth while she moaned without restrain.

Astaroth licked his lips while cuddling his new follower against his chest and spoke to her in a loving voice.

“Welcome to your new life, Belladonna.”

The little doe, delighted with her new name, nuzzled her Master’s chest and gently pushed with her small hands against him, indicating she wanted him to lay on his back.

“Thank you, Master,” she said, the words obviously tasting like honey in her mouth. “Please lay down, I want to make you feel good.”