The Demon Lord Is An Angel
Chapter 447: *The Empress*

Chapter 447: *The Empress*

"Mmm, fuck yeah, that’s the spot." Stella moaned as her succubus lover ground her hips faster and faster. "Are you gonna knock me up?"

"Y-yes Mistress, I’m going to knock you up so hard..." Helen, a succubus in Stella’s harem, moaned, her tits bouncing on either side of Stella’s leg as the succubus held on for dear life, pinning Stella’s left leg down with her tail wrapped around its ankle.

Sprawled on the bed, surrounding their mistress, were succubi and incubi panting from their sustained exertions over the course of the night. Nakedly, they took care of each other as Stella had taught them, cuddling and kissing and gently checking each other over with careful touches and light gropes.

With how loud Stella and Helen were being, it was hard for them not to glance their way with stares of appreciation and jealousy as Helen exercised her privilege to breed the one who formed the core of their little family. The rest of the cubi were Paris, Chastity, Honesty, Crystal, and Angel.

Angel, an incubus, was the first to break away from cuddling with Paris, and he slid up onto his knees before crawling forward, dangling his cum-drenched cock over Stella’s mouth as he took Helen’s lips with his own.

Stella wasted no time swallowing his cock, her tongue wrapping around his hard shaft as she lengthened it, prying at the little slit atop his bell as she savored his taste.

Fuck, I love this.

Angel was one of her best-trained lovers, and after her evolution into a succubi matriarch, which felt like it came out of nowhere, he was the first to impregnate her.

Stella quickly worked Angel up to an orgasm, holding off on finishing him as she felt her own mounting lust. The ability to time simultaneous orgasms was her signature move, and she knew every twitch and sign of her lovers so intimately she could get them to cum within seconds of each other.

She was so close... So fucking close...

With a rumble, the entire room rocked, popping Helen out of Stella and tumbling Angel onto her.

"Noooo!" Stella cried out in despair as their cocks slapped into each other, gushing out their seed a moment later, wasting it on Helen’s stomach and breast until Angel’s collapse smeared it onto him as well. "Get that cock back in here!"

Stella was about to take matters into her own hands when the door burst open, and Imogen, Stella’s host for the last couple of years, looked into the room, instantly blushing.

"Miss Stella," Imogen cleared her throat, "We’ve arrived. Please make sure everyone is decent before leaving the ship." Her blush only deepened as Stella made eye contact.

"Why not join in? It’s been a while since we played..." Stella licked her lips at the elf.

Imogen clapped her hands together, startling everyone in the room. "As much as I enjoyed the last time, I believe I made it clear that it would be the last time."

"It’s always fun teasing you, Genny," Stella cooed.

The sounds of skittering feet and hooves made Stella’s eyes come to alert. "Close the door!" she snapped, and Imogen obliged just in time to be the one who had to deal with the results of years of unprotected sex and the three-month pregnancy period common to most cubi.

As she heard Imogen furiously negotiating with her harem’s children, Stella sighed and cleaned herself with magic, leaving Angel and Helen to clean each other with their tongues as she moved about the cabin.

She gathered clothes and checked over everyone’s disguises, with each becoming a beautiful example of the races they preferred outside of their natural forms.

The moment they stepped out of the wardroom where they’d made their nest for the last couple of weeks, the cubi were swamped by a half-dozen imps full of energy. Most of them were pinkish-red in coloration, and two of them sported wings that let them hover.

"Auntie Imogen says we arrived!" "Daaad, Beryl stole my sandles!" "Mom! Mom! I caught a rat!" "I did not!" "Did too!" "Can we go to a bookstore first?" "Did not!" "Did too!" "I named my new rat friend Squirmy!" One of the imps, Coral, tried to hold up a rat in Stella’s face.

Stella massaged her temples as a headache started to form, until she had enough and shouted, "Quieeeet!" amplifying her voice a little to cut through the noise. "Aqua, you’re in charge of Coral and Diamond. Beryl, you’re in charge of Feldspar and Garnet. Remember, you can’t be seen by the mortals out there or else..."

"Or else we get in trouble," all of the children chanted, except for Feldspar, who said "murdered" instead of "in trouble."

Ugh, he’s getting morbid. I need to talk to Aghest about him.

Aghest was a phobyssian, a terror demon, and while they didn’t have children and didn’t want to, Feldspar had taken them, bringing Aghest a bit out of their shell over the last couple of years.

"We should go to the crate," Aghest said as they hovered into place behind the children.

Almost as one, the four youngest imps cried out their disappointment, only to be shepherded by Beryl and Aquamarine up the stairs to the cargo deck. Stella gave Aghest a respectful nod and thanked them before they flowed up the stairs with a gait as smooth as their normal walk.

Stella’s family quickly armed and armored themselves to look like mercenaries - which was definitely more for looks as none of them were inclined towards combat. They would provide obvious focal points for people as Aghest emitted a little field of fear to keep people from getting in their way.

For it to work, all of the cubi would have to suppress their own constant lusts, which would draw a different sort of unwanted attention. For Stella, it would be especially hard given how even dressed and armored she had a voluptuous body with full hips and breasts that were both large and bountiful. Her evolution had taken her charms away from a sultry, skinny body that had matched with her gnossinian half and into the soft, luscious state of MILFdom.

Between them and Imogen’s scholars, the hope was that people would assume they were transporting a dangerous animal or monster to the Academy, which wasn’t uncommon in the City of Mages.

There was one weird thing that caught Stella’s eyes the moment she walked into daylight, and that was the crystal tower that looked like the world’s largest pillar. It towered above the city, higher than the Academy had been when it was a hovering castle in the air.

"The fuck is that?" Stella asked Imogen.

"Ah. That is the reason for our departure from Amrita. A ’dungeon inversion’ as Lumin called it," the old elf replied. "Based on my correspondences with our mutual friends, once it’s done forming a cylinder, a door will appear at the base."

"Wait, so you’re saying someone’s caused this?" Stella quirked an eyebrow.

"The appearance of doors would suggest that, yes," Imogen answered. "But let’s focus on getting situated first."

"I want to reopen the Horns and Tail," Stella said.

"Given the increased angelic presence in the city before the Heavenfall, that would be ill-advised."

"Fuck, they’re still here?" Stella rolled her eyes. "Ugh, I need to find Kir as soon as possible."

"Indeed, and they received some reinforcements before all the teleporters exploded. We need to be cautious, which is why Lumin will be housing you and yours in one of the dimensional rooms of the Academy."

"Ugh, why does no one tell me this shit?" Stella complained.

"I did tell you. But if I recall correctly, you were planning for a big orgy with my staff again. Also, you were drunk." Imogen said snippily.

Stella might not have needed to eat or drink, but after having kids, she’d discovered quite the love of wine as a means of relaxation.

Once the crate was loaded onto a cart, the group set out, walking along the smooth streets, with a few of their number even gawking at the magical contraptions called "busses" as the double-decked behemoths passed them on their routes. Imogen’s daughter Eithne, in particular, gawked with her mouth open as she wrote furiously into her notebook.

Stella was tense, and she was not helped by the imps, who kept gasping and exclaiming over things as they peeked out of the air holes.

Hell, help me, if these kids get us caught...

The moment she thought that was the moment a patrol of angels decided to land in front of the group. Or, to be more specific, one angel and two Elevated mortals.

Fuck.

"Who leads this group?" the angel asked in a commanding tone that made Stella want to take notes and use it in bed.

Her gaze drew the angel’s attention, and Stella found herself staring at narrowing red eyes before Imogen stepped forward.

"I am Professor Imogen Dars Etham Lonis Fidhan from the Amrita Mage’s Association. We are transporting a rather dangerous specimen for the Academy. What seems to be the problem, Miss...?"

"We’re going to have to inspect your cargo," the angel replied, ignoring the implied question.

Stella put a hand on the sword she didn’t know how to use.

Fuck.