Chapter 6: Getting Licked All Over
A large man, with a body far too muscular for a Human, greeted Diablo’s group with his fist held against his chest in a salute. His face didn’t fit his body, though. He had black-rimmed glasses, and his black hair was combed to one side.
“I’m sure you already know of me, but I am Maximum Abrams, captain of the Palace Knights. Ask me anything you’d like about the Order.”
“Wait, are you saying I’m part of the Palace Knights now?” Diablo asked in a voice that sounded so fed-up he himself was a bit surprised by it.
Maximum didn’t seem to take offense to it, though.
“That’s what it means, yes. Same as the Demon Lord Krebskulm.”
“Ugh...” Diablo grumbled.
“Wonderful!” Klem was overjoyed, though.
Apparently the fact Diablo was cooperating with them made her happy. But that’s when the true hell began. The single most dreaded time was still ahead of him.
Self-introductions.
“I’m Alan! Pleased to meetcha, Diablo!” Alan said cheerily. “After we beat the Emperor’s face in, let’s have a go at it, you and me! Whaddya say?!”
“You can ignore everything this bonehead says,” the Demon girl said, rolling her eyes. “Name’s Daisy. A magi gunner.”
Standing next to her was a tall Pantherian woman.
“I’m Chobi, a Lancer. We’ll be counting on you, Diablo!”
“We definitely will!” A Grasswalker barged in, clapping her hands together in delight. “I saw you use that Lightning Storm spell without a magic circle or even any chanting. That was awesome!”
Judging by their appearance, they were a sorcerer. And also a girl.
“I’m called Utata,” the Grasswalker introduced herself. “I’m no good with summoning or offensive magic, so don’t expect any help from me when it comes to those kinds of spells, got it?”
She must use support magic... Is she the one who can get through Viovix’s barrier?
As that thought crossed Diablo’s mind, a male Elf stepped forward.
“Tch... I do not acknowledge this cretin as a comrade.” Thanatos the Undying glared at Diablo.
Diablo glared back at him. “Hmph... So you’re part of this Order. Surely you lower this party’s average level a great deal.”
“What was that, Diablo?!”
“Thanatos!”
But their feud was broken up by the presence of another man gazing at them, gasping heavily. The former Paladin summoner, Gewalt.
“Lo-ve-ly! ? Why, this is simply beautiful! Two handsome men, glaring passionately at one another... I’m shaking in my unmentionables~ ? And while you quarrel, your hatred gradually turns to love~”
““No, it doesn’t!”” The two of them found themselves barking at him in unison.
The atmosphere turned awkward, and Diablo and Thanatos both stepped aside. Diablo already knew about half of them, but he still couldn’t remember any of their names.
I’m bad at names.
Still, this time even Klem was involved, and Diablo thought she wouldn’t bother remembering the names of people from the races. But to his surprise...
“Hmhm,” Klem pointed at Noah and started moving her finger. “Noah, Maximum, Alan, Daisy, Chobi, Utata, Thanatos, Gewalt.”
“That’s a surprise!” Utata exclaimed, her eyes wide. “A Demon Lord remembering the names of people from the races!”
“A Demon Lord is one who leads armies,” Klem said confidently. “Remembering the names of my subordinates is obvious.”
Her words cut into Diablo’s heart like blades. Klem had potential as a leader, and remembered everyone individually. The realization that he was the only who was bad at this was a bitter one.
“Krebskulm, you work under me, remember?” Noah shook her head. “The members of the Order aren’t your subordinates. They’re your comrades. Equal to you in rank.”
“Mm! At least until we defeat the Emperor!” Klem said cheerfully.
Compared to the painstaking effort it took Diablo to steel his resolve, her answer was much more flippant. But either way, she seemed to be blending in with the group already. She was more outgoing than he thought. Diablo, however, could only glare coldly at Thanatos.
I knew joining a party was a bad idea...
He was regretting this already.
“All right, that’s everyone, Noah!” Alan said vigorously. “Let’s charge ‘em!”
Diablo agreed with him, but Noah shook her head in denial.
“No. None of us got any sleep last night. And that might not bother you, Alan, but it does bother us. Sorcerers in particular struggle to concentrate when they’re fatigued. We can’t fight if we can’t exhibit our full power.”
“Maaan, Sorcerers are wimps,” Alan sighed.
“For now, we can sleep until noon, then launch our attack during the afternoon.”
“Why not do it at night, then?”
“We’re not familiar with their castle’s layout, and some of us don’t have good night vision. If we have to attack, we should do it during the day.”
“Ya sure?”
“Most importantly, I don’t want to wait until sunset,” Noah said gravely.
“Oh, yeah, he said he’d shoot another big one at sundown, right?” Alan said, scratching his head.
“I’ll give the order to charge when we’re ready. If you don’t feel like sleeping, use the time to meditate.”
“Tch... Fine, fine.”
“Please prepare rooms for the Palace Knights,” Lumachina instructed the priests.
“Understood, Your Eminence!”
“Count Noah Gibun... Please come with me.”
“Yes, of course.”
As Noah followed the priests, Rem and the others gathered around Diablo.
“...Good luck,” she told him.
“Be careful, Diablo!” Shera exclaimed.
Rem and the others weren’t going to escort him to battle. That made sense. Even Diablo, who was level 150, was seen as an unreliable pawn by Noah, who was level 300. The rest of his comrades probably weren’t seen as potentially useful.
“If only I were thirty years younger, huh?” Sylvie scratched her head with a skewed smile.
“Hm? I thought Grasswalkers were always youthful and didn’t grow feeble with age,” Diablo remarked, cocking his head.
Sylvie simply laughed and said, “Naaah, it’s not like that.” Noah saw the ones who weren’t called to this room — Horn, Angeline and Riltiana — as non-combatants. Rose was still recovering from the damage she took. Rem and Shera looked at Diablo with tears in their eyes.
What does a... husband do in this situation?
Diablo stood frozen for a moment when he felt a tug on his sleeve. It was Klem.
“We have to get ready to attack later today! We need to sleep!”
“R-Right.”
“Demon Lord, guard? Guard!” Edelgard followed close after Klem, as if it was her natural lot in life to do so.
Noah seemingly allowed it, which implied that as a Fallen, Edelgard’s level was sufficient to be of use in this battle. Apparently, being around a Demon Lord for as long as she did also powered her up considerably. By that logic, Rem had grown much stronger, too... But in her case, the problem wasn’t her level. Bringing the Girl of the Vessel right into the Emperor’s lair was too dangerous.
And so, with Klem tugging at his arm, Diablo was torn away from Rem and the rest.
†
Diablo lay down on the bed in his room. Finally, he’d joined a party. Once before, he’d tried joining a party, only to quickly realize it was simply too much for him. Without even knowing what he did wrong, he’d angered people, was mocked by them, and then was kicked out. It was like he’d wandered into a minefield.
It was more impossible than any difficult game he’d ever played.
Compared to the monster that is interpersonal relations, facing the scariest final boss solo was much easier. And he thought he’d never join a party again after that.
But since he’d promised to help now, he would have to do everything he could. And Noah would be the leader. There was no doubting she was more suited for that role than he was.
“...Or maybe... I just don’t have what it takes to be a member of a party...”
“What’s wrong, Diablo?” Klem climbed onto his bed for some reason.
“Mm? Didn’t they prepare a room for you two?”
At the order of the High Priest Lumachina, Klem and Edelgard were given a room. There shouldn’t have been a reason for the three of them to sleep in one cramped bed.
“I thought I should give you some magical energy, Diablo,” Klem said.
“M-Magical energy?!”
“If you go to fight the way you are now, you might die.”
“You think my power is insufficient?”
“Your endurance is lacking! You were hurt when I threw a casket at you, after all!”
“Mm... That’s a thing of the past.”
When Klem awakened to the Demon Lord’s destructive impulses in Faltra, Diablo was forced to fight her. At the time, she threw a casket at him in her rage, which dealt a great deal of damage. Of course, he was also wearing different equipment compared to last time, and he’d since raised his level as a Warrior.
Still, Demons were a race with bad HP growths, and despite his high level, Diablo was indeed lacking when it came to endurance. His style was always to attack first and win quickly. By eliminating his opponents before he took damage, Diablo dealt with this weakness.
Was it possible to rectify it altogether, though?
“Do you intend to use some magic to strengthen me? It won’t work,” he told her.
The Demon Lord’s Ring would reflect it.
“I know that. But this should work.”
Really...?
Klem once reinforced Shera’s equipment, gave Rem a unique item, and healed and strengthened Edelgard multiple times. He wasn’t sure if those were things all Demon Lords were capable of, or if this was somehow unique to Klem, but...
Even a temporary buff would be welcome.
“Hmph... Very well. Do as you will.”
“Then I’ll do it!”
“Demon Lord... going to sleep? Not sleep? Not sleep... I think!” Edelgard whispered with her back to the wall.
“Edelgard, come help me!” Klem called for her.
“Y-Yes...” Edelgard replied, her voice slightly high-pitched.
Was it from excitement? Delight? Fear? Diablo couldn’t tell. But Edelgard got on the bed too, and placed her hands on Diablo. They felt nice and cold, without a trace of Human warmth. It reminded Diablo of when a Lamia girl touched him. Lamias had scales over their skin, and so did Edelgard, though hers were smaller. They were rough, but not unpleasant or painful.
This might be the first time I’ve touched a Fallen...
That made Diablo a bit nervous.
“So? What does giving me magical energy involve? When you strengthened Shera’s bow, all you did was touch it.”
“That much is easy,” Klem nodded.
“And strengthening me is harder?”
“It is difficult! And it will take some time.”
“Well, that’s fine...”
He was still exhausted from yesterday’s battle, but whenever he was stressed from socializing, he couldn’t fall asleep. Lying down alone only made him remember all his failures, and he would stay awake until dawn, full of anger, shame, and regret. Speaking to Klem was a much better distraction.
But as that thought crossed his mind, he felt something warm and wet brush against his cheek.
Schlrp...
He’d... just been licked.
“Aaaah?! Wh-What are you doing, Klem?!” Diablo raised his voice and moved away.
“Hm? I’m strengthening you.”
“No, no, no... This is wrong. Why did you lick me?”
Klem cackled at him.
“I’m not going to eat you. Just stay put, Diablo.”
“That’s not what I meant...”
“I mean, you don’t look tasty, so why would I eat you?”
...So you’d eat me if I did look tasty?!
“Demon Lord... Giving magical energy... Very terrible!” Edelgard said, a serious expression on her face. “So stay, still? Still!”
She might have started licking him, but this was a magical ritual of some sort. Interrupting it wouldn’t be good.
“Hmph... Fine,” Diablo sank his body into the bed. “I leave everything in your hands, so do as you will.”
“Good! You’re obedient,” Klem nodded in satisfaction. “You’ve become mature, Diablo.”
Hearing that from a girl who placed the utmost value on biscuits felt like a backhanded compliment, but Diablo kept that thought to himself.
“Schlrp... Schlrp...”
Klem’s small tongue licked Diablo’s cheek. Edelgard was licking him, too — she brought her face to the nape of his neck and extended her tongue, touching his skin with its tip. It was thin and long, twice as long as any of the races.
She really is a Fallen...
Diablo trembled ever so slightly. It was ticklish. As he stirred, Edelgard pinned down his body with both hands.
“Ugh...”
She was serious about this. Her eyes were earnest, as if she were in the middle of combat. Maybe that was only natural, since they were in the middle of a ritual conducted by the Demon Lord she worshiped. Diablo lay on the bed cautiously. He thought this was just a pastime before he fell asleep, but it felt like he was being operated on as Klem and Edelgard’s tongues crawled over his skin.
“Schlrp... Schlrp...”
“Mm, mmm...”
“Grr... This thing is enchanted,” Klem grumbled, her fingers running over Diablo’s clothes. “It’s in the way.”
“Destroy it?” Edelgard suggested.
“W-Wait! The ?Ghost Suit? is a piece of EX Rank equipment, as powerful as the ?Ebony Abyss?! It increases my stats and has preliminary healing and instadeath prevention effects!”
“Mm...” Klem hummed grumpily.
“Wait, I’ll take it off.”
I can’t just let them rip this thing apart. It’s not like a girl’s stockings in a porn video or something...
Diablo removed the Ghost Suit.
“Take off your bottoms, too!” Klem said with a smile.
“Huuuuuh...?!” Diablo exclaimed, aghast.
“Don’t you understand? If the ritual is incomplete, my strengthening won’t apply to your bottom half!”
“Nnng...”
The way she put it, it seemed any spots she licked would be strengthened and made more resilient. And as awkward as this was, he didn’t want to have his lower half be blown off by an enemy’s AOE attack.
Left with no choice, Diablo took off his pants. Klem and Edelgard waited for him to do so, watching with wanton curiosity.
“Ugh...” He fidgeted awkwardly.
Despite his misgivings, Diablo was now naked. Klem reached out for his exposed bits. As her hand grabbed hold of him, it felt like her warmth transmitted to his body.
“That’s what I’d expect of you, Diablo,” she remarked, a satisfied smile on her lips. “Quite robust, for one of the races.”
“Big...” Edelgard said, her face drawing closer to him.
She extended her tongue. A ticklish, sweet stimulus jolted through Diablo’s spine. He couldn’t help but let out a moan.
“H-Hey, I haven’t even taken a bath yet...”
“It does smell of sweat a little.”
“Edelgard, don’t mind? Don’t mind!”
“Schlurp... It’s a bit salty.”
“Mmm, nnn... Tastes like, fish sandwich?”
Just don’t bite it off!
While he was still a bit anxious, he entrusted his body to the girls’ ministrations. Klem licked him gently, while Edelgard’s tongue slithered and coiled around his flesh, teasing him with its tip. Washed over by a sensation that couldn’t be attributed to just their tongues, Diablo felt his breath clog in his throat.
“Ugh...”
“Aaah, haa... Now then, this is where it begins, Diablo.”
So all you’ve been doing is licking me the whole time for no reason...?
Her tongue crawled over him. But suddenly, it felt as if electricity was running through his body, reaching deep into his core. It passed through his skin, into his muscles, and coursed into the marrow of his bones.
“Ah, ugh...!”
Edelgard licked wholeheartedly, as if lapping up nectar, pecking at him with her lips.
“Nnngh, schluuurp, mmm, nnng...!”
“Ugh...”
“Haa... Nng... Amazing...” Edelgard said, entranced. “Demon Lord’s power... I can feel it... Aaah!”
“Heheh, do you like the taste of this Demon Lord’s power, Diablo?”
“Kuh...”
He felt hot. A warmth ran through his body, hot enough to make Diablo think it might burn his skin, but the pleasure was even more intense. It felt so good he couldn’t breathe. The unfamiliar sensation seemed to flow right into his bones, and Diablo had no means of stopping it.
His field of vision was flashing and flickering. It felt like his brain was about to exceed the limit of the stimuli it could withstand.
“Mmm, nng, schluuuurp, mm... Nnng, aaah... Mmm, nhaaaa!” The tip of Klem’s tongue continued sending magical energy into Diablo’s body.
“Aaaahaaa... Demon Lord... Demon Loooord...” Edelgard also devouringly moved her tongue, licking and slurping. “Aaah, aaah, aaaaah!”
Edelgard’s body twitched and spasmed excitedly. Klem wasn’t much better for wear, though.
“Aaah... Diablo... Diablo... Nnnng! Accept it! This Demon Lord’s... magical energy!”
A splashing sound filled Diablo’s ears as a warm fluid washed over him, clinging stickily to his body. It was wet and a bit yellowish. Edelgard was also doused in that fluid, twitching powerlessly.
...Was this really a magical ritual?
Diablo couldn’t help but ask himself that anxious question.
†
At the Magimatic Castle Viovix...
Standing atop a flat platform called the Eighth Deck was a golden Magimatic Sol.
Goldinus of the Gold.
There was no one else in sight... No one alive, anyway. All the Magimatic engineers that came to service the unit were killed, reduced to puddles and bits.
The area was warded off and designated a restricted area. The Gelmed Empire had no control over Goldinus. The strongest Magimatic Sol had finally found a compatible pilot, but with the chief Magimatic mage Doriadanph dead, the enslavement magic on said pilot had been undone. And while the Human within it could be devoured at the Emperor’s will, he made no such attempt...
They believed the Emperor had judged that since there were no other Magimatic Sols available, Goldinus of the Gold would be allowed to remain active. Even if it was not on the Gelmed Empire’s side, so long as it caused harm to the enemy, it was still beneficial.
The pilot disembarked, her feet landing on the deck, long hair fluttering in the wind.
“Aaah...”
Alicia Cristela. Her once red hair was now a brilliant shade of gold. Most Magimatic Sol pilots piloted nude, so as to maximize their contact with the machine. Alicia, however, was clad in a suit of black leather.
“Aah... The capital is... How beautiful...”
Her gaze was fixed downward, at the first district. It had been completely blown off, with even the ground carved away by the blast. More than half of it was already submerged underwater. She gazed at the obliterated town with ecstatic eyes. Saliva leaked from her parted lips, dripping into her cleavage.
She then turned her eyes to Castle Grandiose.
“Why would His Grace leave that despicable place intact...? He ought to have started with destroying the castle, first...”
“For there hides the Girl of the Vessel,” a voice, thick with static noise, replied to her question.
There were no living beings in this place save for Alicia. She turned around, a grin on her lips.
“Is there any relation between His Grace’s desire and the sublime act of wiping away the unsightly?”
“Should you ignore imperial orders...”
Alicia’s eyes widened angrily.
“You still haven’t learned how to speak to me properly, have you...? You pig.”
“Ugh?!”
“Such an undisciplined animal.”
“I-I am... the ultimate Magimatic Sol of Twilight...”
“You pig!”
“Nnngh... My... apologies...”
Her gaze was fixed on Goldinus of the Gold — or rather, its cockpit. Flesh-colored tentacles writhed within it. One of the tentacles slithered along the floor, slowly and almost fearfully as it approached her. It coiled around Alicia’s leg, as if clinging to her. It climbed up her hip, eventually reaching her waist.
Transparent droplets dripped into the crevice of her groin. Alicia smiled.
“So ugly!”
Alicia stomped on the tentacle, loud enough to produce noise. A white, yellow sticky fluid squirted out of its tip. These tentacles served as nerve junctioning threads, meant to connect the pilot to the Magimatic Sol. Alicia wiped the sticky threads of fluid clinging to her abdomen with her hand and lapped them up with her tongue.
“You reek.”
“Ugh...”
“Aaaah. You look oh so wretched.”
Alicia’s fingernails dug into the tentacle.
“O-Oiiink... M-Moooore...”
“More? A pathetic servant like you has the gall to make demands for more from your mistress...? You still don’t know your place, do you...?”
“Aaah?! Ugh... P-Please... Forgive me...”
“Heheh... Why should I keep bothering with such a disgusting creature? Stay here and rot until His Grace gives his orders.”
“Aaah...” The tentacle shivered. “N-Neglect...”
The tentacle dribbled more sticky fluid.
“Aaah... This world really is...” Alicia whispered, an ecstatic smile on her lips. “Really is full of muck and filth... I must hurry... Hurry and... destroy it all?”
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