Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

Chapter 861: Demon God’s Debauchery

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Irma rested at ease in his own palace as the world moved…

He’s lying on his bed, naked as the day he was born, surrounded by similarly naked female demons yearning, moaning his name in worship, and salivating over his seed. Pink smoke clouded all over the room, dragging everybody who inhaled it into a dreamy haze where all their inhibitions were removed, allowing them to freely express their deepest and darkest selves.

He wasn’t the only male demon in this room; there are plenty of others as well, all similarly as naked as he is. They too are lost in the haze of that pink smoke; they reached out to anybody they could touch and craved heat in places they couldn’t touch. Sometimes, their tempers flared, causing them to display some violent tendencies that made them break or sever limbs, but such a cruel move didn’t cause any raised eyebrows because any injury, even the fatal ones, is healed in an instant within this room.

They can’t die here. It’s like death has been barred from entering this room. That’s why any and all of everybody’s perverted tendencies could be laid bare in here, and there is absolutely no judgment. It doesn’t matter how indecent, how bloody, and how cruel it is. If it excites the people in this room, it is permitted.

The atmosphere in this room was vile, shameless, perverted, absolutely mind-breaking, and sinful; the infernal energy vibrates in glee at it.

Such is the ’lavish’ lifestyle of the new Demon God.

Irma sighed as he felt the flesh of the female demon on top of his tighten its grip on his rod. He felt a fleeting rush of euphoria hitting the back of his head as his release slammed onto the crazed woman on top of him.

He watched indifferently as her eyes rolled at the back of her head and her entire body twitched in pleasure. Her own juices spluttering out from where they’re connected. She then collapsed on top of him, and he could hear her deluded mutterings of his title and her explicit desire to sire his children.

With a groan, he swatted her away like she was some annoying trash, never minding the way she cried when the seed he left in her spilled as she slammed into the nearby wall.

Irma didn’t bother getting up; he couldn’t anyway because as soon as he swatted the previous woman, another one was already climbing on top of him, and she didn’t waste time at all. She was already bouncing on top of him, noisily at that, before his mind even went over his next thoughts.

And just to spice things up, a male demon servant climbed onto his bed as well and took her from behind, causing the grunts and screams to become louder and the bed’s movement to become more erratic.

Irma didn’t care. The grunts, the screams, the violent movement of his bed…he stayed indifferent to them all.

It’s clear that he’s gotten used to this. Well, who wouldn’t be when this all happens every single time in this room?

This horrid debauchery and sinful scene…this was his room. Ever since he became the Demon God…hell, even before he became one, actually, it’s already been like this.

It all started out quite tame. Some ladies are unable to prevent themselves from being ensnared by his ’charm,’ climbing into his bed. It started with one, and their numbers grew over time.

Then, as his prestige increased within the tribe, the more lavish and debauched everything became. That pink smoke? It’s a drug that corrupts the mind, turning everybody who inhaled it into slaves of pleasure. And with how physical and sinful demons are, this was a very powerful stimulant.

It’s so powerful that nobody was able to resist. Even his faithful guards fell prey to this, and it only took them a whiff. That’s how they ended up inside the room anyway. And the idea of participating in the debauchery with their god heightened the pleasure even more.

Even Irma himself once fell to this drug. It took a whole week for him to break out of his reverie, and as time passed, his resistance eventually caught up. Now, he’s not so easily affected by it anymore.

It has gotten old, if he’s being honest.

And of course, this includes this whole debauched scene before him. Honestly, he couldn’t even tell who these servants are now. How many female demons has he corrupted beyond reprieve? How many males? He couldn’t even recall the name of the first servant who climbed to his bed chambers.

All of them wanted his seed. They want to sire his children. Some had the idea of becoming his wife, the first lady/gentleman, closest to the Demon God’s heart. Most weren’t thinking straight, especially at this point.

It seems that they’ve forgotten the one simple truth about their species. Strength over everything. If Irma wasn’t as powerful as he claimed he was, he wouldn’t be enjoying these kinds of privileges.

Obviously, he wouldn’t be the Demon God either.

The position of the Demon God falls to the most powerful demon of their era. That’s how it has been and how it’ll always be. This isn’t mere tradition; it’s woven into their very existence and a fundamental truth that will stay true until the entirety of the demon race ceases to exist.

So, it doesn’t matter if anybody in this godforsaken room managed to become pregnant from his seed. If his heir was weak, the position of the demon god wouldn’t be passed on to them; it’ll fall to someone else’s. And the poor spawn might be killed off anyway.

However, Irma himself wouldn’t worry about any brats of his running around anytime soon, or ever, for that matter.

What most of his people didn’t know is that, despite his rod being huge and his orbs capable of producing thick seeds, they’re unable to carry life.

This was a defect that has never recovered for him despite his evolution and promotion as a Demon God. A genetic defect he had discovered so long ago that only he’s aware of it at this point. Everyone else who knew already perished in the war of sovereignty.

Irma’s impotent. It’s one of his major flaws. It’s a secret he plans on keeping to himself, one that cannot be exposed even after he dies.

That said, Irma had long recovered from this. The idea of starting a family had never been particularly attractive to him—a trait that was very common to demons.

Fight, feast, and fuck. That’s the entirety of demons’ lifestyle. Raising children might be squeezed in there too, but certainly not in the way other races would think proper.

Infidelity wasn’t a thing in a demon’s vocabulary, and neither was the idea of ’cheating.’ It’s normal for them to have sex with anybody they please regardless of whether they have a family or not. Consent isn’t a thing to them either. The winner takes it all. Demons are not picky either; same sex, older, younger, if it breathes, they’ll take it.

That’s just how they are. Hell, they could be so much worse than this, actually, and it’d still be regarded as ’normal’ or ’exciting’ in their society.

That’s why it’s not surprising for Irma to be one of those who’s not interested in having a family.

Besides, demons could spawn from unique movements of infernal energy. They don’t entirely depend on natural conception to reproduce.

That’s why, so far, nobody has an issue that the Demon God hasn’t taken a partner just yet, much less had his own children.

Because of this, it’s very easy for Irma to conceal the fact that he’s impotent. Lying wasn’t beneath him, either. In fact, as a demon, it’s expected out of him.

He will live the rest of his life telling his loyal subjects that he couldn’t care less about raising his own children. He would say that his heart remains unmoved by anybody, and everybody will simply believe him.

That’s why it doesn’t matter how many men or women bounce on top of him. No matter how much of his seed they gather, drink, or consume, nothing will change. There was no possibility of any accidental pregnancy simply because he couldn’t impregnate anyone.

’Our attempts at making contact with the Horde remain cold,’ Irma thought as he felt layers of flesh tightening around his rod again.

A brief twitch of his eye and the shuddering of the pair on top of him later, he continued:

’No matter. I’m not in a hurry. I can afford to wait. The development of our home takes precedence anyway.’

’I’ve already waited for so long to have my revenge against humans. I can afford to wait some more if it means increasing our chances of causing some real damage to them.’

He felt comfort in this idea and decided to not think too much about it anymore.

Instead, he sat up on his bed and wrapped his arm around the bodies near him. He deeply inhaled the pink smoke in the room and felt his consciousness turning hazy.

And so, for the first time in a while, the demon god has taken an active role in the activities within his room, much to the giddy pleasure of the demons around him.

All while they remain completely ignorant of an intruder casually touring their home, humming a tune while leaving traces behind.