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He did it. After do long, he finally did it. Years of work and effort, of betrayals, defeats and victories, he finally achieved it. The Trihexa, the beast of Apocalypse, released under his absolute control. His greatest enemies, defeated. The world now in ruins, ready to be rebuilt like he saw fit.
It wasn't easy. For him to tame the ultimate beast, he needed the power of both that of the Sekiryuutei and the Hakuryuukou. Two opposite forces so powerful that would undoubtedly destroy him would he try to hold them both. Or at least, that's what he thought. Thanks to Hyoudou Issei taking in a portion of the white dragon's power, Rizevim found out that such impossible feat was at his hand.
So with the knowledge and power of the fruits of life and knowledge, he resolved the dilemma, sacrifice his most loyal servant, Euclid, in a trap for the two heroes of the factions and took the power of the dragons for himself.
With their fall and the rise of Rizevim to power, the rest of the world could do nothing to stop him conquest. The Underworld, Heaven, the human world and then all the other pantheons. Everything was destroyed by his might and that of his generals, everything to be rebuilt as he saw fit for a grand new world with him at the very top.
2 years had been since then. His grand Royal Palace was completed over the corpses of countless slaves, right in the center of his prescious capital: Lucifaad, its frontiers guarded by the Trihexa like a guard dog. From this balcony, he could the second highest pinnacle of his victory manifest in the beautiful structures of his prosperous city dedicated only to those most loyal to him.
But only the second.
Walking back into the hallways of the palace, Rizevim rejoiced in the echo of his steps over the massive, church-like architecture of his home. No reservations where taken when designing its decorations, no short of manpower or money stopped him from making this one of the greatest pieces of architecture ever made. Yet nothing of this majestic palace could compare to the reward waiting on the other side of his bedroom's door.
The heavy, wooden-carved double opened at his push. The subtle lights inside barely illuminating, before the sunlight of the hallways leaked in and sat on the massive bed in front him. The sight before him always made his rejoice in satisfaction.
—We were waiting for you, master~.— Her voice was submissive. Obedient. Welcoming. Her smile only pretended to by shy, barely trying to hide her intensions. Her eyes begged like one would beg to their god, shining with the desire that burned between her legs. She reached her arms forward, as to welcome him in an embrace she had no intention to let go. Her body, bare naked for him alone to see, for him alone to enjoy, because as far as Rias Gremory was concerned, it belonged to him more than her. The crest of the Lucifer clan marked on her belly was enough proof of it.
Along side her were her servants, beautiful strong women waiting to be used by their beloved new master. On their bodies the same mark they showed with pride, telling the world to who the owed their eternal loyalty.
Today it was their turn to receive their master's seed, tomorrow it would be Gabriel and her angels, the day after, Sona, and the day after that, he'll enjoy the experienced flesh of the demon matriarchs.
Calmly, Rizevim took off his shining silver Maou Lucifer attire piece by piece, and for every part of his muscular naked body he exposed, the women in front of bit their lips and clenched their legs together, their pussies leaking over the bedsheets in anticipation, their bodies remembering the powerful, pleasing touch of their owner. There was no decency left in them, no shame, only lust and loyalty.
The moment his underwear fell to the floor, his erect cock bounced free from its prison. Its length, its girth, the veiny texture and the intoxicating sent invading Rias nostrils. It all sent her in a trance so deep she didn't realize when Rizevim approached her and laid his meat staff on her face.
—You're gonna keep me waiting?— Waking from her trance, Rias threw herself on the bed, her beloved harem sister helped pulling her legs open and separating the lips of her pussy. She was exposed, defenseless, nothing more than a hole to be filled.
—I'm ready, master~.— Rizevim laid down over Rias, his thick, powerful arms resting on each side of her head. His erect cock twitching at mere inches of her dripping wet cunt. Is was Akeno to have the honor of holding her master's might and guide it towards its destination. Just a second before Rizevim ramped it deep inside the wet, tight, warm pussy of his crimson bitch.
Rias bent her back on an arch, her inner walls clinging her master's cock from the base to the tip, trying their best to milk it, to get all of that precious hot steamy seed deep inside her womb. Her gaze was lost somewhere in the roof, but it only took Rizevim's lips pushing against hers to bring her back to reality, and hug her master with legs and arms, letting her mouth be violated by his tongue, and her womb crushed by his cock.
That night, all those respected and fear woman, were nothing but three holes for their master to fill. Like the many times they had been already, and the many times that were to come. For their bodies, hearts and souls belonged to the new master and owner:
Rizevim Livan Lucifer,
The Harem King.
Lucifer's Rizevim's crest