Chapter 913: My Succubus Wife Has a Deadly Temper

Ever since he defeated Leviathan, Asmodeus noticed a great change in his mental state and morals. In the past, he might’ve knocked the beastwoman out or found a way to cure her without fucking her.

Yet now he could feel emotions... not just see or guess them.

At that moment, it was the woman’s most depraved desire to breed with the young and handsome man in the street.

’That drug they used is dangerous.’

From what he understood from the woman’s actions, words and explanation. It practically removed the natural inhibitors of common sense and shame.

"Now then..." He glanced down at the quivering beauty. "...Her ass is so erotic."

The Beastwoman’s movements finally lost their frantic rhythm as the poison-induced heat inside her began to collapse. She sagged backwards against Asmodeus’s chest, breathing heavily with her animal ears flattened against her hair, while the strength slowly returned to her glassy eyes.

Whatever madness had possessed her body moments earlier was fading rapidly now that the resonator had been destroyed, leaving behind exhaustion, embarrassment and the slowly dawning realisation of exactly what she’d just done.

Or maybe it was the fact that she’d never experienced a dick that transformed into the most ideal shape and size for her pussy before.

"Haa....Haa.... forgive me... Your Majesty..."

"Don’t think about it too much."

"E-Easy for you to say... It’s still throbbing inside.... ah..." Her cheeks blushed bright red as a lewd squelch leaked from her body as his long member slipped free. "Hnnnn....!" Unable to hold back one last moan as it dragged her insides, she held onto Asmodeus, almost tearing his flesh with her claws.

’A Lioness beastman?’

At first, he couldn’t tell, but it turned out she was a mature mother Lion.

Whether she was a mother didn’t matter, because she would be from that huge load.

’I should prepare another room in the children’s palace...’

Asmodeus wanted to spend time cleaning her up, savouring the strange emotions flowing through them both. But he didn’t have the time, so he activated his domain, slowing time to a snail’s pace, determined to do the minimum.

He gently lifted the woman from his lap and placed her against the nearby wall, using a strand of blood to pull her dress down properly before allowing her to lean against the stone. Her legs trembled when she attempted to stand, so he pressed two fingers against her shoulder and forced her back down with almost insulting ease.

"Rest. You’ve done more than enough. I will deal with this scum and return to you."

"But the others..."

"I’m dealing with them, don’t worry. Someone strong has already landed to help them. Please trust in your husband."

The tone of his voice left absolutely no room for argument.

"E-Eh... husband?!"

The Beastwoman stared at him for several seconds before lowering her head. "Then... at least tell me your name properly. I know you’re the Demon Emperor, but..."

"Asmodeus."

Her ears twitched.

"...I’m Elena."

"I will not forget your name or face, so please await my return. We have a lot to discuss, Elena."

Her mouth opened slightly.

Yet Asmodeus had already turned away.

"A-Ah...!?"

The masked man remained suspended within the forest of blood threads, his breathing shallow and wet from the wounds perforating his body.

He had answered enough questions for Asmodeus to understand the structure of the attack. With the second activation stage only minutes away, there was absolutely no reason to continue entertaining him.

"Three local cells, twelve resonators throughout the city, four activation stages, with the second beginning in less than ten minutes."

The man’s eyes widened.

Asmodeus smiled.

"You were useful."

"P-Please... I told you everything!"

"You did."

A tiny spark of hope appeared in the man’s face.

Then Asmodeus raised one finger.

"Which is why I no longer need you."

The crimson threads contracted.

There wasn’t an explosion of gore or some dramatic struggle. The man’s body simply folded beneath pressure no ordinary human could survive, bones collapsing inward before his remaining blood ripped free and joined the enormous crimson mass floating behind Asmodeus.

Elena’s terrified eyes stared at this scene before quickly pulling away the moment Asmodeus glanced back.

"Are you alright?"

"...Y-Yes."

"That’s good. No one should be able to approach here, so don’t move. Okay?"

"Mhm..."

His wings snapped open.

Dozens of eyes scattered across their membranes blinked simultaneously as his consciousness spread across Baltimore, using the lingering resonance from the destroyed device to identify similar frequencies hidden throughout the city.

Now that he understood what he was searching for, the resonators might as well have been screaming their locations directly into his ears.

’One... three... seven...’

His smile widened.

’Twelve.’

Exactly as promised.

Asmodeus raised his hand.

The blood floating behind him divided into twelve needle-thin streams before vanishing across the skyline.

Several kilometres away, a trafficker guarding a resonator barely had time to notice something crimson entering through an open window before the device beside him exploded.

Another man standing beneath a church tower lost his head before his fingers could touch the activation crystal.

Three more hidden inside a warehouse were skewered through the chest by blood spears that curved around the captured Beastmen surrounding them.

One after another, the high-pitched frequencies disappeared.

Asmodeus didn’t move from the street.

Within seconds, eight resonators were destroyed.

The ninth had been placed beneath several civilians and couldn’t simply be pierced from above, so his blood flowed through the cracks between stones, climbed the wooden supports beneath the floor and crushed the device without touching anyone nearby.

The tenth and eleventh vanished moments later, leaving only one remaining signal somewhere near the eastern side of Baltimore.

’Riel.’

Of course.

Asmodeus’s expression softened slightly.

He could feel her mana from here.

The final resonator remained active for another five seconds before a violent pulse of dark magic erupted across the eastern district, and its signal vanished completely.

"Twelve."

The oppressive influence he maintained over the rampaging Beastmen eased almost immediately. Some continued struggling against his pressure because the drug remained inside their bodies, but without the resonators constantly stimulating their aggression, their movements became sluggish and confused rather than murderous.

Elena noticed first.

"My head..."

"There, do you feel a little better?" He smiled gently, his voice like a father coaxing a daughter.

She touched her temple, rubbing it gently before nodding. "Yes, it feels so much better... even the strange whispering stopped."

Asmodeus looked towards the hundreds of blood threads spreading from his wings into distant streets.

"That’s good. I’m relieved."

His mana travelled through those threads, suppressing muscles and restraining anyone still dangerous while allowing those who had regained themselves to move normally. It was crude compared to healing them properly, but more than enough to prevent casualties until physicians and mages could examine the poison.

"Wait here until the Demon Knights arrive."

Elena looked up.

"You’re leaving?"

"My wife is handling the eastern district."

For some reason, Elena’s ears flattened.

"...Wife?"

"Mhm, she’ll be your sister soon, so don’t worry about it."

"W-What?! Me... marrying the Emperor?! But Sire... I am but a...."

Before she could demean herself, Asmodeus placed a finger on her lips, his long finger pressed down with enough pressure to turn the soft pink flesh white.

"Do not demean yourself, for even I started at the bottom rung of this world, Elena. Even if you were a criminal, since we have created a life. Let us do our best to foster this connection with a positive mindset."

Her expression became complicated.

Asmodeus ignored it.

"I warned you that I couldn’t give you a normal life."

Before she could respond, his wings beat once, and he shot into the air.

Elena watched him leave in the distance, her eyes wet with a strange mixture of emotions, but her lips slightly trembled, forming a bitter smirk. "Your Majesty is mistaken.... How can something like me create a life with someone as dashing as you... I am but a stone woman who cannot give birth.... why else would I be here, discarded from my clan..."

The street disappeared beneath him.

Baltimore spread below like a wounded animal slowly remembering how to breathe. Civilians emerged from hiding, soldiers rushed between districts, and restrained Beastmen lay scattered across streets and rooftops while healers cautiously approached them.

There were still isolated fights where traffickers and infiltrators realised their plan had collapsed, but now that Asmodeus had removed the resonators, those men were no longer directing an outbreak.

They were simply criminals trapped inside his city.

And trapped criminals tended to die quickly.

Asmodeus crossed several districts before slowing near the old eastern castle wall, where the ramparts overlooked one of Baltimore’s busiest residential areas.

He landed silently.

Then sat upon the stone parapet with one leg hanging over the edge.

Below him stood Riel.

Asmodeus didn’t call out to her, but sat and watched her with a wide, twisted grin on his lips.

His wife had completely abandoned the playful woman who had been teasing him only a short while ago.

Her succubus form remained exposed beneath layers of swirling black mana, long blue hair flowing behind her while her tail moved carefully through the air, pointing frightened civilians towards several alleyways protected by magical barriers.

"Keep moving towards the western courtyard!" Riel called, her voice carrying clearly across the street without sounding panicked. "Children and wounded first. Do not run unless I tell you to, and don’t attack any Beastmen lying on the ground. They’re victims too."

A frightened mother hesitated.

"But what if they wake up?"

Riel’s expression softened.

"They won’t."

Black magic spread from beneath her feet and wrapped around several unconscious Beastmen like ribbons, binding their limbs without harming them.

"I promise."

The woman nodded.

Asmodeus found himself smiling.

’She really has changed.’

Riel had once viewed most mortals as either entertainment or pathetic, due to her past.

Now she was crouching beside an injured human child, wrapping dark mana around his wounded leg to slow the bleeding while giving his terrified sister instructions on where to find a healer.

Then several men emerged from a nearby warehouse.

’Oh?’

Of course, Asmodeus had noticed these men a long time ago, but this was Riel’s trial and a chance for him to see what kind of choices she would make.

Six men, all human.

Their clothes were stained with blood, and several carried hooked weapons and chains more suitable for capturing people than fighting soldiers.

’Slavers...?’

Asmodeus couldn’t be sure, but he knew these men weren’t part of the main operation of the empire, but a small cog and likely the second wave of damage planned.

"You dare act as you please in my territory, you Treacherous Dog Emperor..."

"Hm?"

One of the slavers looked at his wife, his eyes different to the bloodthirsty others.

"Well, fuck me."

"Shit, look at the tits on that demon bitch." Another slaver chimed in, his eyes now filling with lust over bloodthirst.

Riel slowly raised her head.

The men didn’t recognise the danger.

Of course they didn’t.

To them, she was simply a voluptuous succubus standing alone in torn clothing, surrounded by unconscious Beastmen and frightened civilians.

One man adjusted the chain wrapped around his forearm.

"You lost, whore? Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll put that mouth of yours to work somewhere proper."

His companion spat onto the street.

"Succubi are all the same. Spread their legs for anything with a cock, don’t they?"

The men laughed.

Riel stared at them, though her lips remained curved in a smile.

Her eyes were doing anything but smile at these men.

Asmodeus remained seated upon the rampart.

He didn’t interfere. It wasn’t because he couldn’t kill all six before any of them blinked. But rather, because he knew his wife.

Another trafficker stepped closer.

"Bet those huge udders sell for a fortune in the western ports. Maybe we should have a taste before handing her over."

Riel’s tail stopped moving.

The first man smiled.

"What? Demon cunt got nothing to say?"

Asmodeus covered his mouth.

’Oh, you poor fucking idiots.’

Her expression hadn’t changed much, but that was the terrifying part to Asmodeus.

Her face remained perfectly calm as she gently finished tying the injured child’s bandage, patted his head and pointed him towards the safe courtyard.

"Go with your sister."

The children hurried away.

Only after they disappeared behind the barrier did Riel stand.

She brushed dust from her knees.

Then turned towards the men.

"I’m sorry, but my Demonic whore’s cunt only accepts one cock. And it’s as thick and long as my forearm, you filthy shrimp-dick, inbred trash!"

Darkness erupted.

The first man disappeared before his companions understood what happened. His body smashed through the warehouse wall hard enough to leave a human-shaped crater in the timber.

The second screamed in terror.

Black tendrils wrapped around his limbs and pulled in four different directions.

CRACK!

His scream became something distorted and incomprehensible.

The third tried to run.

Riel’s tail pierced through his shoulder, lifted him from the ground and threw him into the remaining three men with enough force to scatter them across the street.

"You called me..."

Her golden eyes glowed.

"...what was it?"

The man nearest her desperately crawled backwards.

"A whore?"

Riel stepped on his chest.

"Wait! WAIT!"

She ignored him and pressed down.

"Or was it demon cunt?"

His ribs broke almost instantly.

Crunch.

Asmodeus rested his chin on one hand while watching, unable to hide his own arousal and enjoyment of his wife’s rage.

’Am I a pervert? Well... she’s definitely pissed.’

The final two dropped their weapons.

"We surrender!"

Riel looked towards them.

"Oh?"

They immediately fell to their knees.

"We surrender! Please!"

For a moment, she seemed to consider it. Yet then her eyes shifted from them to a distant wall, almost meeting Asmodeus’s.

That’s when her face drained of colour and emotion.

"...No. You let me show him something like this?!"

Asmodeus’s expression changed as Riel’s mana exploded in an erratic and unstable state as she covered her face and began to shout and scream at the men.

Her mana swallowed the street... after that, the screams lasted less than ten seconds.

When the shadows finally withdrew, nothing remained of the traffickers except blood spread across the stones.

"Phew... I hope darling doesn’t get tired of me now..." Riel exhaled.

Then calmly turned back towards the civilians.

"Everyone alright?"

Nobody answered her. Of course, the poor people simply stared at her, frozen in terror as Riel tilted her head like the previous massacre never happened.

"...What?"

From the rampart above, Asmodeus finally started laughing.