The Punishment of A Demon General

Unsurprisingly, they end up bringing them all in pretty quickly, leaving me just staring into the darkness for now.

I'm a terrible demon, what kind of demon helps people? I don't know what to think about all this.

I hop out of the window, heading to the near completely broken carriage, beginning to disassemble it, carrying large chunks of it over to the gate before tossing it over, leaving it for the little trash gremlins to collect.

I lean against the gate once the last piece is thrown over, staring at my home. I mean, it's barely my home anymore, isn't it? The Heroine has completely taken over and all the servants listen to her over me.

I pinch my cheeks with a grumble, deciding to walk around the gardens for now, sneaking past any servants along the way to ensure they don't bother me.

So my home isn't my own, my body isn't my own, I'm hardly even a demon anymore but I still have to bear the consequences for being a demon.

I lay down behind one of the bushes into the grass, ensuring nobody will see me as I relax. Maybe it would have been better to be born a human or something. What do normal humans do besides die, though?

Now that I think of it, maybe it's good I wasn't born a human, humans die so easily, I'd probably just be dead by now or something.

Even if I was a servant to a demon like me or something to try and have something familiar, I'd probably have been one of the many who died along the way and...

I wave away the negativity, taking a few deep breaths. Shut it, me! I can be a servant if I wanna! I'd be a great slave!

There's no way I'd be so pathetic of a human as to just flop over dead, I'm strong! I'd probably be like a better version of the Heroine!

No, that's probably what Wrath would be, I would be...

I blink a few times, pondering. Maybe a mage holed up in a super cool wizard's tower, very detached from the world but suuuper strong and wise, someone people come to all the time and go 'Please teach me!' and then I just go 'I'll teach you how to accept it when someone says no.' and then slam the door in their face!

I squirm slightly, amused by the thought. Maybe... Hm. Maybe I can just run away and pretend to be a human? As long as no holy magic users are nearby it'll be safe, right?

It seems kind of lonely, though. No Heroine, no Fluffy, none of my servants, no Greed, Wrath or even Envy, nobody to have sex with...

Well, the problem is I don't know any human magic, so I can't even be a super wise secret mage or something. I don't want to live in a super small town because that would be distressingly boring.

I doze off while thinking the ache in my muscles lulling me to sleep while I continue to think about random ideas for myself to live as a human in.

...

My eyes suddenly shoot open, blinding light breaking through the leaves, forcing me to shield them, the dreamless sleep I had interrupted by the blazing sun shining through my eyelids.

My gaze meets a servant of mine who was tending to the bushes, apparently not having noticed me until just now, nearly throwing his shears in shock, forcing me to catch the tool before they get hurt.

I stare at him for a while before handing them back, his head hanging down in an attempt at reverence.

"Be more careful next time." I say, hopping away, crawling into the house through a window, forcing open the latch, muttering a small apology to whoever has to fix it later.

I open the door and peer out into the hall, catching sight of a young maidservant, trotting over to her and crossing my arms. "Lead me to my room and..." I poke her in the center of her chest. "You personally bring me the usual materials I need for worship."

Her mouth hangs slightly agape in shock before she nods rapidly. "Yes, Mistress!" She's a small red-headed lady. I may or may not have a slight tendency to pick out red heads when I can, so they do make up a good quarter of my servants. Works well, I do very much enjoy a colorful appearance.

"Oh, also, do not inform anyone I am here when you're getting it, if you do then..." I ponder for a bit, normally my punishments are sexual which leads my servants to wanting to get punished... Perhaps I didn't raise them well.

"Or else I'll have you laid up like those I brought here last night." She goes slightly pale before nodding rapidly, obediently guiding me. I feel a little bad for being so mean to her, but my servants aren't gonna listen to me without threats. It looks like the news has spread though about it, anyway.

I enter my room while she trots off to find the tools I need, pulling out a piece of paper and a fountain pen, giving it a few tests before waiting.

When she arrives, I close the door firmly behind her, staring at her, causing her to tremble under me slightly. "Draw a map of the building, and directions to where the people I brought last night are being held."

"Yes, Mistress!" She sets down the stuff I need, beginning to draw a map obediently with the tools I left out. I lay onto the bed, preparing the toy, her eyes glancing over here a couple of times, her cheeks flushing as I disrobe.

I just lean back and mindlessly begin thrusting it into myself, biting back any sort of moans, just slamming it home, grabbing my cock with my other hand, jerking it off furiously in an attempt to make myself cum as fast as possible, my hips rising and bucking as I double team myself with such ferocity.

It takes a frustratingly long time still, forcing me to grunt and moan despite my struggles of holding them back, my legs clamping down on my hand, forcing the toy within me to a stop, only jerking myself off now. Wait, what happens if I-

I decide to attempt to cast the orgasm magic on myself, my entire body suddenly feeling like every slightest touch, even the faint movement of the wind sets me off, forcing me to scream as I suddenly cum, erupting long ropes as my body shivers in shock, the ground getting painted with my cum as my mind goes white.

I have to practically force myself to keep an eye on the red-head girl who is abashedly staring at me between drawing the map, the hair I can see beginning to turn a nice shade of red, my skin turning into a more peachy hue like hers, the size of the idol feeling even larger as my body shrinks.

Hah, fuck... That magic is incredible. I need to remember to start using it for this instead.

I groan and pant, forcing myself to sit up and check my work just in case, a relatively perfect replica of the maid in front of me staring back.

I approach her with shaky legs and wrap my arms around her, laying my hand atop hers. "K-keep drawing. I'll reward you when you're done." She finishes drawing the map with haste now, feeling my... Well, her boobs resting against the back of her head, encouraging her on.

"I'm done, Mistress!" The moment the map is finished, I begin dragging her to the bed, casting a couple of arousal magic stacks on her, forcing her to melt in my arms, leaving her scrambling to pull her clothes off, beginning to finger herself hard before I toss her down onto the bed, attaching ropes to each limb while I finish undressing her.

"M-mistres-" I interrupt her by pushing a gag into her mouth, leaving her trapped there, unable to touch herself or move, her body wriggling around in desperation before I grab out a nice and big vibrator, shoving it into her expectant crotch, flipping it to max before using some more rope to keep it firmly held in, her body writhing in shock as she's tortured by constant vibrations.

I do this with her ass, clit and nipples as well, leaving her humping the air, teary-eyed in pleasure as she's forced to suddenly cum.

Ignoring her, I grab her outfit, beginning to put it on myself, taking a few moments to figure out all the bits and pieces, grabbing the map and heading out, following the directions drawn a little less than expertly on the parchment.

I do my best not to get lost, though I don't obviously stare at the map constantly, any time another servant greets me, I try to give a polite wave in return, prompting some head tilts from them. It's probably not how she normally responds, but whatever.

It feels nice to be ignored by most of my servants, everyone just thinking I'm on my way to do something, nobody paying respects or anything, or laughing at me behind my back, just... Normal.

Despite the map being crudely drawn, it was definitely effective. I find myself in front of a decently sized door with a placard marking it as an infirmary. ... Why do I have an infirmary in my castle, anyway?

I push open the door, bowing my head to the present Heroine and Co, a couple maids looking at me confusedly, wondering why I'm here.

I lower my voice, ensuring dumb, dumber, dumberer, and dumbest can't hear me, talking to one of the maids. "Mistress sent me to check on everything for her, is... Has she missed anything?" I say, trying to mimic what little I heard from her in tone.

"Oh! Many of them are still in recovery right now, currently our honored guests are trying to decide on what to do." What to do? With the people here? Are they in that bad of shape, or...

"Is it looking that bad for them?" I mutter, scooting closer as I furrow my brow in displeasure on instinct more than anything.

She waves her hands helplessly. "No, no, they're just..." She leans forward. "Don't tell Mistress, but they're wondering what to do with her." My heart drops even further, swallowing some saliva as I turn my head briefly to them.

"What to do with her? I mean... I know she's not the best, but isn't it cruel to phrase it that way?" She blinks for a few moments before her cheeks flush deeply, her hands waving even more animatedly, seems she's very much a moving talker.

"N-nonono... I mean... Um, no, Mistress is wonderful! Why are you saying that she's not the best? I couldn't ask for a more amazing person to serve." ... Damn it, I put her on guard, I didn't mean to sound accusing. I sigh helplessly.

"Sorry, the mood of the room is just getting to me a bit." I say, trying to play it off, my heart sinking as I decide to just help clean for now, following what she's doing while I perk up my ears, trying to listen in to their conversation now.

You all wanna deal with me, huh?! Well too damn bad, I'm here right now, I'll listen to all your dastardly plans!

+Ilvia when she receives a wholehearted compliment: 'Damn, I must've said something wrong and now they're lying to me.', pfft...+

(Shut.)

+It's hilariously cute. I wonder if you do that same thing when I compliment you now? If I call you amazing? Beautiful? Super-sexy-makes-me-wanna-break-you?+

(That last one feels a bit different from the others!)