Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

Asmodeus found himself struggling to hold back his laughter, gazing into the dull brown eyes of his transformed wife, who could barely hide her killing intent. It was like a wave of almost tangible force ebbing and flowing around her body.

’I thought Riel was the more rational succubus!?’

"You’re enjoying this."

"Hm?"

Riel tilted her head innocently.

Asmodeus stared at her.

"You’ve been smiling ever since that bastard started following us."

"I haven’t noticed anyone following us, Master."

"...Riel."

"What?"

Riel’s lips twisted into the most seductive, plump red as she pointed towards a narrow alleyway beside them. It was dark, cramped between two ageing buildings and barely illuminated by the distant orange glow of the harbour lamps.

’Oh...’

Asmodeus understood immediately.

So that was another reason she’d been so eager to come with him.

His eyes briefly returned to the reflection in one of the darkened shop windows.

At first, there had only been a man wearing a simple brown coat and low-brimmed hat following them from several streets away. He wasn’t terrible at his job. Not at all... the problem was simply that the people he’d chosen to follow were anything but ordinary.

The distance remained sensible; he’d never stared directly towards them, and twice he’d deliberately stopped at stalls while allowing Asmodeus and Riel to move further ahead.

Unfortunately for him, Asmodeus wasn’t relying upon his eyes.

Neither was Riel.

"He probably thinks we’re ordinary travellers," Asmodeus murmured.

"Then why don’t we help him become a corpse?"

"Because corpses aren’t particularly good at answering questions."

"They can be~"

Riel gave him the cheesiest wink imaginable before catching his hand.

"Absolutely not."

"Hmph."

Rather than continue along the main road, she pulled him towards the alleyway.

Baltimore remained alive behind them, considerably rougher after dark than the polished streets surrounding Lumeria’s Imperial district. Taverns overflowed onto the roads, lanterns swung beneath weathered signs, while the smell of salt, grilled fish, cheap alcohol and smoke drifted through the harbour air.

Asmodeus rather liked it.

Especially because nobody recognised him, and so he didn’t need to act like the emperor and returned to the bastard he used to be. Because for once, he could disappear into the crowd with his wife.

The moment they stepped beyond the alley entrance, most of that noise became strangely distant. Though the people following started running. Riel didn’t stop until they reached the deepest section between the buildings.

Then she turned.

Asmodeus barely had time to raise an eyebrow before her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Oh?"

"Shut up."

Her lips crashed against his.

"Mmph..."

The kiss contained everything she’d been suppressing since finding him outside the palace.

Annoyance, jealousy, and Affection.

And the natural hunger of a succubus who had spent far too long watching her husband disappear into the beds and responsibilities of other women. Asmodeus’s hands settled around her waist, instinctively sliding lower, gripping the soft meat of her ass tightly, barely able to contain it within his large hands.

"Has your ass gotten..."

"Oi!"

Riel pressed closer.

Her breasts flattened against his chest while her thigh slipped between his legs, forcing his back lightly against the cold stone wall.

’So much for the rational one...’

Before he could speak, Riel kissed him again, this time slower and more deliberate as her sweet, honeyed spit leaked freely into his mouth.

Her fingers slid into his long white hair while Asmodeus tightened his grip around her hips and pulled her firmly against him. The alleyway was narrow enough that the cold stone pressed against his back, leaving barely any space between their bodies.

"Mmm..."

Riel finally broke the kiss, breathing against his lips.

"Go on then... say it."

"What?"

"You were going to say something about my ass."

Asmodeus stared at her.

"...It got bigger."

Her eyes narrowed.

"That’s all?"

"Well... what do you want me to say? It’s a nice ass... plump and soft."

"Fufu~ really?"

His palms squeezed her again, kneading the soft meat. She released a quiet sound and buried her face against his neck before biting lightly at the skin.

"Fuck..."

Asmodeus glanced towards the mouth of the alley.

The brown-coated man’s pace changed; though he wasn’t near them, he clearly noticed something strange was going on.

’He’s not a complete fool.’

If their little follower thought they’d ducked into an alley because an overexcited couple couldn’t keep their hands off each other, then there was no reason for him to become suspicious.

Asmodeus slid one hand around Riel’s waist while keeping the other firmly against her backside.

"He’s still there."

"I know."

"You don’t sound particularly concerned."

"I’m concentrating."

"On what?"

Riel pressed another kiss against his jaw, as her hot breath blew across his cheek. "Maintaining our disguises, of course?"

Asmodeus snorted, denying her lies. "Oh~ how very professional of you."

"I’m an excellent spy."

"A spy that’s rubbing her pussy against my cock... while slowly unfastening all the buttons holding my pants up...?"

"....Ehehe..."

Asmodeus kept his eyes on the street beyond her shoulder.

The man had stopped beside a merchant stall.

Though he wanted to enjoy the warmth of Riel’s fingertips stroking his cock, he needed to focus on the movements of this annoying old man.

He picked up some worthless trinket and began examining it while repeatedly checking the dark alley through the corner of his eye.

"Hey~" Riel suddenly shifted closer, whispering into his ear. "Master."

"Hm?"

"Your hand stopped..."

He looked down at her.

"...We’re working."

"You can work with both hands."

"You are unbelievably spoiled."

"And whose fault is that?"

Asmodeus couldn’t argue with that.

His fingers resumed their lazy movement across her waist and hip, enough to keep her distracted without completely ruining his own concentration.

His fingers resumed their lazy movement across her waist and hip, enough to keep her distracted without completely ruining his own concentration.

Riel released a satisfied hum and rested her chin against his shoulder.

"He’s moving."

"Mhm."

The old man had finally abandoned the merchant stall.

Rather than enter the alley immediately, he continued several steps beyond it before crossing the street, disappearing behind a wagon filled with barrels and crates.

Asmodeus watched the reflection in the nearby window.

’Trying to approach from the other side?’

The alley wasn’t completely enclosed.

A narrow passage connected it to another road behind the buildings, something their follower had apparently noticed while observing the area.

"Not terrible," Asmodeus murmured.

Riel’s fingers stopped beneath his waistband.

"Hm?"

"He isn’t walking into an obvious trap."

"That’s disappointing."

"You’re enjoying this far too much."

"Maybe."

Her smile widened.

"Though I haven’t had a proper adventure with you in ages, Master."

Asmodeus paused.

That immediately removed some of the amusement from his expression. Perhaps he’d underestimated just how much she’d missed this. The simple act of being beside him while they wandered somewhere together without another dozen people surrounding them.

His hand tightened gently around her waist.

’Right...’

Asmodeus unfastened his belt fully and dragged his swollen cock free, the head dribbled with a viscous, translucent fluid while throbbing visibly. With his other hand, he lowered her face and pushed his cock towards the succubus’s lips.

"Get on your knees and suck it."

Riel blinked and shrank beneath the wooden wall and opened her mouth wide while hidden from sight.

Her brown eyes immediately brightened.

"Really...?"

"Quiet."

Asmodeus placed one hand against the top of her head, keeping his attention fixed upon the distorted reflection across the street.

The old man had stopped again.

’There.’

He wasn’t watching the alley anymore.

Riel lowered herself slowly, never once looking away from him.

Her knees touched the filthy stone.

Then her lips parted.

The first touch of her tongue against his swollen head was almost teasing, tracing around the sensitive ridge before collecting the viscous fluid already leaking from him.

"Mmm..."

Her eyes curved with obvious satisfaction.

She opened wider.

Asmodeus’s cock disappeared between her plump lips inch by inch until her nose almost brushed his abdomen.

"Urrrk.... Gluck.....Nnngh...!"

He could feel the slow movement of her tongue as it circled his girth, before she paused and slowly pulled back with a vulgar gag and cough as her spit formed multiple web-like threads connecting her lips to his cock.

A glossy string of saliva stretched between her tongue and his cock before snapping against her chin.

Her cheeks had already flushed from the moment she smelled his cock, and yet that smug little smile remained.

"...~"

Riel gripped the base with one hand and began stroking whatever her mouth couldn’t comfortably take, twisting her wrist whenever her lips reached the swollen head.

Then she heard footsteps.

The men had returned as if waiting for this moment.

Her smile vanished as Riel released his cock with a quiet pop and wiped her mouth using the back of her hand while her other hand slipped beneath her coat.

Towards the dagger strapped against her thigh.

However....

"Eh?!"

Asmodeus grabbed the back of her head, pushing her lips to the tip of his cock. Her heart thumped rapidly before she released the dagger and instead... her eyes narrowed, focused on the cock, seeking her affection.

The succubus licked her lips.

And smiled again.

"Ah~ I really do love you, Master."