The bedroom was getting lively again.

The Demon Lord couldn't help but laugh as he gazed at his wives.

Was this all it took?

Pathetic. But he wouldn't complain. They were mesmerizing.

This night will be something to remember.

A beastfolk woman, an elf, a dwarf, a human beauty.

They were some of his younger Brides, two still untouched by him. The youngest one was only eighteen. Still fresh and firm.

It paid off that he selected a few right after birth. Now, even after a decade has passed, they are still in their prime. And he had a decade's worth of frustration to let out on them.

"Muhhahaha, good. Good." He nodded, letting his presence known.

The air was heavy with the scent of incense, a strong aphrodisiac, and the wet sounds of their movements. He didn't need to see in the cozy dark room to know, what was happening.

They prepared for what was to come, letting out lewd noises during the foreplay. It has been less than a day since the Seal broke, and four already returned.

Not the four he wanted, but after so long, it surprised him that they came this fast. Even if he knew they didn't have much of a choice. They never got their Banners after all.

"Now, let Us see what We've got here." He lifted the bedsheets, revealing the intertwined naked bodies. They were swimming in their sweat, enhancing the aphrodisiac's scent.

Their unblemished skins glistened in the torchlight.

The elf had long blonde hair, and a slender, tall body with only a hint of breasts, but she looked like a statue. She had pale skin and green eyes, and the definition of beauty and innocence.

Apart from the fact, that a dark-haired beastfolk woman made her moan by rubbing the tight, wet folds of her pussy.

She would use her free hand to do the same to herself, glancing up with a lewd expression. Her brown eyes flashed at the Demon Lord when he leaned closer.

She did her best to act enticing, and it worked, although she wasn't his favorite beastfolk. If only Alexandra were here! What would he do to her?

He couldn't even imagine how it would feel to fuck her brains out, she was one of the few Brides he could never conquer. That bitch.

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She earned her place with her vast knowledge and magic power in the Harem. Despite her reluctance to please her master, she was too useful to put in harm's way.

Would he be able to chain her up now? After what she'd done to him, even if by accident. Ten years!

He couldn't help but smack the round ass of the beastfolk bitch in his bed, imagining it was the Thirteenth Bride. Of course, they could never compare.

This one was already thirty but still couldn't boast of a body like that beauty. What was her name again? Was she the Twentieth or the Twenty-first bride? Whatever. She'll do.

Only today. If four already returned the moment the Seal broke, there'll be more. He was sure of it. Even the ones holding their Banners. They knew what was to come.

"Ahn!" The beastfolk moaned after a second slap.

Her round behind almost disappeared under his huge palms, her tail ruffled.

These women were tiny compared to his massive body, so they needed all the preparation. They weren't weak though.

He never allowed weakness, not even in bed. He gathered the best of the best. They were the most beautiful and influential women from every country and species.

No, gathered isn't the right word. All he had to do was select from all those offerings. He was the Demon Lord, after all.

He managed what nobody else could and unified the entire Continent. He managed to do it through sheer will and brute force, but it only lasted a few decades.

"Fuck." He groaned, his erection vanishing.

The seal broke after ten years. Ten long years they confined him to this dungeon beyond the Gates of Hell. Even thinking about it now made his lust slip.

The dwarf was the most experienced of the four. She was also the oldest, around fifty, but it was nothing for her species. She had massive breasts he could squeeze and an accommodating crotch.

It had its issues to be twelve feet tall, with a member to match his size. It didn't matter for that dwarf woman though.

She might be the only one who could take it all, earning her the title of the Fourteenth Bride.

She wasn't useful for anything else though. She never got a Banner or forces to command, not from him anyway. But taking her into the Harem ensured the loyalty of all the Dwarves in the West.

She was the only one he expected to return by her own volition. He squeezed those fluffy melons satisfied. The human was a surprise though.

He couldn't even remember her. Purple hair with the face of a child — compared to his hundred years — was she even ready to have her virginity taken?

Well, after a decade of not getting his dick serviced, he could fuck even a brick wall. Yeah, the thought was enough to return his erection to the glory it deserved.

"Who are you?" He asked the human girl, making up his mind. If it doesn't work out, he can still use the dwarf's pussy after all. "Which family sent you?"

"I-I'm Selena, My Lord." She stuttered, her pink lips opening only a little, her blue eyes averted from his gaze. "I'm the third daughter of Duke Archibald de Winter Castamere of Nordhaben."

This snapped something in his mind. Before he realized it, his palm wrapped around the girl's throat. Her eyes fluttered open, scared for her life.

Nordhaben?! Wasn't it the First Bride who sealed him away before he realized what happened?! That old and shrewd bitch from Nordhaben, the largest human kingdom within his Empire.

And they dared to send this child here?

His mood changed. Now he didn't want to fuck, he wanted to murder.

"M-my Lord!" The girl struggled to speak, she couldn't hope to move his hands. She still managed to sift it through her teeth.

"I-I came to ensure the Duke's loyalty and opposition to Lady Ghisella."

"Oh?" He let go of her, and Selena broke into a coughing fit.

"So her plan didn't play out the way she wanted?"