[Corruption, Pregnancy, Transformation, Personality Inversion, Genderswap]

Once upon a time, there was a Kingdom. A peaceful Kingdom, ruled by a mighty King. With his power, and his grace for his subjects, his Kingdom flourished. But not all were satisfied with how it grew, and the man had many enemies.

None of them perhaps as prominent as the one who had forced his hand. The Demon Lord, Astaroth. His power rivalled that of the King, and his troops seemed to never end. And thus, the King was forced to put his trust in a select few.

The Hero, Mars. The Priestess, Lisette. The Mage, Bella. The Knight, Titania. And the Rogue, Patty. Those five were the unlikely heroes that the Kingdom were given. And though they weren't given much respect at the start, given how weak they were in comparison to their King...

It was their teamwork that managed to strike down the Demon Lord. He was not prepared for them, nor could he handle their grit. No matter how many times he tried to strike them down, they'd stand back up and return the favor. His forces fell. His influenced waned. And in the end...

His body was destroyed, leaving his soul to depart for the underworld. And thus, the Kingdom had been saved. The five returned with glory in their hearts, and the praises of the populace sung around them. They were heroes. And they had proven it.

That was how the Demon Lord fell. But he promised that he would return. One way or another...

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"Sir Mars! Oh, Sir Mars!"

An excited voice echoed across the sprawling plains, as a small group were traversing along the long road that led back into the abandoned Demon Kingdom. A group that had been together for a long time, with one uninvited guest...

"I hear you loud and clear, Princess. You've been saying my name for so long, are you not growing tired of it?"

The hero himself, Mars, was a blue-haired youth who managed to smile despite all the adversity he faced. No matter the enemy, no matter what tried to strike him down... He'd manage to stand back up. Always clutching the blue scarf that his mother wove for him, he served as a beacon of hope when humanity's spirits were low.

"Of course not, Sir Mars! You're the one who saved my Father's life, and saved the Kingdom as well! I could never tire of such a wonderful name!"

The girl letting her loud and cheerful voice echo across the plains was the youngest princess in the royal family. Princess Ashe. A short blonde with beautiful swirling locks that reached down to her hips. Fourth in line to the throne, should her Father ever pass away. And unlike her sisters, who each held a position that carried just as much prestige as the King himself... She was just a pretty jewel, stashed away and sheltered from the world thanks to her young age.

"I'm glad you don't tire of it, Princess." Mars said, his smile as bright as ever as he put his hand on the younger girl's head. "Your sister, Amelia, would be proud of you for showing tenacity." He said, sighing not a moment later. His thoughts already drifting away...

Ashe pouted as she heard that name. Oh, she hated her older sister. That very same woman had managed to steal away her Sir Mars! How was that fair, that she was the one to be wedded to him after their trip to the Demon Lord's palace? So what if she was the eldest, and the captain of the royal knights? She wasn't as obsessed with the hero! Not like she was!

"Letting yourself daydream in the middle of our stroll, Mars?" The soft voice of the Priestess, Lisette, gently grazed her companion's ear as she came closer. "Princess Amelia would be disappointed in you, if she knew that you let yourself get distracted..."

Compared to the young princess, Lisette's body was something to behold. Despite the white habit that hid her body away, she could not obscure the full potency of her curves. Breasts that could feed an entire congregation, and hips that threatened to burst the habit at the seams. Combine that with the beautiful and lively red locks, and the rosary she used to keep it tied together into a ponytail... And her beauty could only be compared to that of the Goddess. And yet, she hid it all away the best she could, underneath the thickest cloth money could buy.

"And Princess Sophia would be disappointed in you, if she knew that you still hadn't gotten over your shy streak, Lisette." Mars replied, his smile turning up ever slightly as it curled into a grin. "You still need a push before you'll approach those in need. That's not the kind of behavior one would expect from a follower of the divine, is it?"

The priestess' cheeks flushed bright red as she very nearly tripped, only for the hero to catch her and keep her steady. "I-It's not fair that you prod at my flaws, Mars. We're heroes, we're not supposed to..." She muttered, as the rest of her face caught the same blush as her cheeks.

Ashe huffed again, practically pushed aside by the redhead. Not only that, but Sir Mars just has to mention her second eldest sister. While Amelia was the captain of the knights, Sophia had attained an honor even greater than that. She was the religious head of the Kingdom, guiding the lost with the words of the Goddess. How did she even hear those?! She was probably playing a trick on all the commoners, that had to be it...

"Mars, buddy, when are you just going to tie the knot and settle down? Didn't we earn a pretty penny from that last job?"

The thief, Patty, said as she practically zipped over to her leader's side. Her sharp silver hair was famous, as was the mithril eye hidden underneath it. Through the tricks of the trade, she was able to nullify any magic that came her way, and she didn't care for any dangerous weapons that swung at her. That's why she wore such a worthless outfit, a mere belt covering her breasts, and a pair of shorts that struggled to keep her hips from bursting out. When you could dodge arrows and ignore magic, while deflecting any edge that came your way? You didn't need anything beyond that.

"Funny you say that, Patty. Weren't you the one who tried to buy a wedding dress from the royal seamstress, the last time we were in the capital?" Mars was quick to turn the conversation back on the cheeky thief, while that gentle smile of his curved into a grin once more.

Patty narrowed her eyes and lightly jabbed him in the shoulder. "Idiot, that was supposed to be a secret." She said, before lowering her voice slightly. "Not my fault they don't have any that fit me out of the gate. And I can't just tell the seamstress to make a dress fit for a minotaur, I don't even leak like my mum does..." Even despite her natural confidence, she had her vulnerabilities.

Ashe glared at both of the women that were clinging to her dear Sir Mars. Hussies. The lot of them. What was she supposed to do against the lot of them!? It was clear that his eyes were on them and them alone, but she had to have some way of appealing to him.

"Princess Ashe, you look troubled. Still pining after Mars?"

Walking at the young girl's side was the tall and stalwart knight that had helped the hero on his journey, Titania. Thinking she was little more than a monster for her gross height at birth, she shut herself away. It was thanks to him reaching out to her, and putting his confidence in her, that she managed to become a royal knight. At the moment, she served as the young princess' guardian, tasked with keeping her charge safe.

Her presence, however, didn't help matters. Despite the armor covering her body, she was stacked. Ashe had seen it for herself, whenever the two bathed together. Muscle upon muscle, scarred thanks to the many fights she had been in. And yet, she cleaned up and presented herself before the court time and time again, her raven black hair being what many found themselves captivated by. That, and the udders that hung off her chest like a common cow. Just looking at her was enough to make the Princess' blood boil, especially knowing the relationship she had with her dear Sir Mars!

"Don't talk to me, Titania." The short blonde spat back at her, running ahead of the pack to ensure that she'd get to the Demon Lord's home quicker. Anything to stop thinking about the harem that tried so desperately to get into her love's pants..!

Unfortunately, in her haste she managed to bump up against the one leading the way, causing her to let out a mild yelp as she very nearly tripped.

"P-Princess, please. I'm trying to keep an eye on the road."

The shaky voice that tried to scold her belonged to the Mage, Bella. Studying magic from a young age caused her inner power to grow at such a rate that she nearly killed anybody that came into contact with her. Thanks to the help of Patty, Mars managed to calm her magic and slowly teach her how to let it out. Of course, thanks to being close to the thief with a lack of dignity, her choice in attire could hardly be called sensible. Just a single piece of cloth with a hole in the middle, draped down her body. It provided just enough cover that she wouldn't be too embarrassed, while giving her body room to breathe so her magic didn't cause her any internal problems.

"Hmph." Ashe muttered, as she walked by the mage's side. "I hear you've been talking with big sis Marina, Bella. What's that money-grubber been telling you?" She asked. Out of the four girls that stuck so close to Sir Mars, Bella was the only one she actually talked to on a regular basis. Because she had a habit of telling too much about her sister's plans for the Kingdom...

The mage smiled as she stroked a hand through her short lavender hair, pushing it behind her ear. "The Kingdom's exports have been growing, ever since Mars managed to fell the Demon Lord. Everyone wants to buy wares from us, even the lower quality stuff. Of course, you know your sister, she..." Words ceased to leave the bespectacled mage's lips, as she slowly pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. "You know."

Of course. Even despite the mage's inability to say the right words, she was able to translate it all. Marina, the third princess in line, was in charge of the Kingdom's finances. And she was a shrewd woman. Always putting profit over all else. It earned her a dangerous reputation amongst the rest of them, but she had results. Especially when it concerned the gifts that she gave everyone. Now, if only she would stop trying to court Sir Mars to line her own pockets! Why was everyone so magnetized to him!? It was infuriating!

"When are we going to get to the castle." Ashe asked as she clenched her fists. Oh, she wanted to get rid of all of them. But she had nothing. Not even a speck of magic running through her body. All that she had were her youthful emotions..!

Bella slowly adjusted the lantern floating in front of her, a magical construct that kept track of everything she might want to know. "A day's time, Princess. Is there anything you want? Something to deal with your foul mood?" The bespectacled mage asked, smiling as softly as she could.

"Nothing that you can do will help, Bella. Thanks." The princess said as she turned right around, walking back to the rest of the group...

Only for her eye to twitch as she saw the thief stealing a kiss off Sir Mars' lips! The nerve!

"P-Patty! Not now! Not in front of the Princess! You might earn the King's wrath, if she gets angry..." Lisette tried to avoid what came next. She didn't want to cause trouble, especially not with the family that had taught her so much...

Mars laughed a little at his two companions bickering, Patty joining him as she pushed her elbow into the chaste maiden's breasts. "Hun, you think she matters? She's basically a family shame. Can't use magic, can't swing a sword, can't do nothin'. Why do you think she's been in that tower for so long? It certainly isn't because she's going to do anything."

The hero's laughter stopped, as he grabbed ahold of the silver-haired thief's arm. "Not in front of her, Patty. We let her come on this journey because she asked, that means she's one of us. Okay?" He said, thinking about the young girl's feelings. Something that made the little princess' eyes start sparkling as she overheard him talking.

Ahhh... This was why she loved him so. Princess Ashe always dreamed about him. Always imagining that she would be the one he married, because how he treated her... But all of these hussies were in the way...

"Princess Ashe. It's rude to stare."

Titania spoke up as she made her way over to the princess, grabbing her by the collar to make sure that she kept on walking. They all had a long road ahead of them, after all.

Ashe huffed and just bit her lip. She would find a way to deal with them all. One way or another. She just had to bide her time. And then she'd get rid of them all, so she could have Sir Mars all to herself.

Little did she know that her chance was fast approaching...

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"We're here."

Mars said as he took the first step into the abandoned castle, once housing so many demons that it seemed insurmountable. And behind those hordes, was their leader. This was the Demon Lord's castle. Where his story came to an end.

"Still as spooky as we left it." Patty remarked, slowly stretching as she walked down the dusty carpet. "Well, Princess? Does the place look like you expected it to?" She said, having tried to fix her attitude over the day they spent traversing together.

Ashe didn't say a thing. Because out of the five of them, she probably hated the thief the most. Instead, she just clung to the hero's hand. Just as she had done since they woke up, as she faked that she had been through a nightmare and only his touch would keep her safe.

"Oh my. The cold shoulder from the Princess. It looks like you're going to earn a bad rep, Patty." Bella said, giggling a little as she walked right past the thief...

Patty scoffed and shook her shoulders. Eh, she tried. She couldn't do everything.

"I can't believe this place is still intact..." Lisette said as she stepped past the hero. "Wasn't it crumbling, by the time we finished putting the lord down?" She asked, turning towards their last companion.

Titania nodded as she took point, her weapon slung over her shoulder. A greatsword, wielded with a single hand. "It was. And we ran. It should've collapsed, and yet it still stands. Everyone, stay close to me." She said, adjusting the straps on the shield that covered her free arm...

"Huh? This place was supposed to be a ruin? Why isn't it, Sir Mars?" Princess Ashe asked, clinging to that wonderful youth's side. Oh, he was so dreamy. Just being near him was making her heart flutter so fast...

The hero didn't have an answer, shaking his head as he heard her. "I wouldn't know. Last I remember, the demon lord was cursing our names for what we did. I'm just as surprised as the rest." He said, looking down at her with a smile. "Please, stick close to me. Okay, Princess? We don't want you to be harmed."

"Of course, Sir Mars! I would never let you down!" She chimed, sighing sweetly. Even if he never used her name directly, compared to everyone else... She was happy to just have him talk to her. Ah. It made her heart spring with joy.

The group slowly progressed through the decrepit ruin. Wondering what might try to jump at them. Demons that still wanted to strike them down? A mockery that tried to take the demon lord's place? Rats? They couldn't be sure. Not until they got to the throne room.

'You want something, I can sense it...'

A thought ran through the Princess' mind, causing her eyes to widen. That wasn't her own. That was somebody else's... Whose? She wasn't sure.

She should tell Sir Mars about it. As she looked up to talk to him, she was smiling like always... But then she frowned.

Because his eyes were once again on his allies. And not just because they were focusing on the task. But because he was having a conversation with the mage...

"Still keeping your magic in check, Bella? You don't need to expel it before we fight?" The hero asked, reaching out to put a hand on the lavender-haired girl's shoulder...

Bella nodded and smiled sweetly. "I'm doing fine, Mars. You don't have to worry about me. Just focus on keeping the Princess safe, okay? Princess Marina would have my head if she found out I let a single hair fall from her beautiful locks."

"Aha... You're right, Princess Marina is a scary woman when she cares..." Mars replied, shivering a little as the two continued onward. His grip growing slightly weak, as if he didn't care as much about the Princess as he made it seem.

'He wants them. You want him. I can give you what you need.'

The thought altered. The voice vocalized it. It was a deep, foreboding voice. One that should've made her skin crawl. And instead, she just listened. Getting beckoned in by its promises...

Was there a reason why she shouldn't listen to the voice? Not really. Sir Mars was a lovely, dreamy man... But he wasn't looking at her. And if he wasn't looking at her, then it didn't matter. Because he had to look at her. He had to be obsessed with her, just like she was obsessed with him. There was no other correct route.

Princess Ashe let go of that welcoming hand as she suddenly broke into a sprint. Her short size meant that it was easy breaking past all of the heroes, this time avoiding any collisions. She didn't have time to cause problems. She had to figure out what that voice wanted her to do.

"Wh- PRINCESS!"

She heard the voice of Titania crying out, but her feet were too fast. The knight couldn't stop her as she ran straight into the throne room, panting as her legs were starting to ache. She had sprinted the fastest she could, ensuring that she'd get there before anybody else...

'You came. Excellent.'

The thought was louder now, the voice booming inside her mind. And she felt a presence within the expansive room, that had seen so much damage. Gashes from magic that coursed along the floor. Signs of struggle, blood that had dried out. This was the only room that showed the damage that the castle had sustained.

Except for one thing. The throne itself. That was the only part of the room that hadn't been touched. She could feel the power brimming from it. She could feel it beckoning her. Calling for her, begging her to get close to it.

"You want me to sit on the Demon Lord's throne..?" Ashe asked aloud as she ran towards it. Even though it made her pant and wheeze. She knew that if she didn't hurry up, the others would catch up to her. And the chance would slip through the cracks between her fingers.

In fact, just as she made it to the throne, she could hear the doors smashing open. The same she had pushed open with her small body.

"Princess! Do not sit on that throne!" Titania cried out, her usually stoic expression marred by fear. She didn't want her charge to suffer, not after everything she had done to earn the eldest sister's support.

It wasn't just her that had made it. The others had too. Especially the hero, who took several steps towards the princess.

"Princess. It's okay. You don't have to do this. Just come here." Mars said, reaching out. Smiling, just like usual...

Ashe's heart was pounding as he talked to her. As he reached out to her and her alone. This was the attention that she craved...

'He cares not for you, girl. He just wants to protect the bloodline his wife belongs to. You serve as a link in that bloodline. Nothing more.'

The voice inside her head grew. And it told the truth. Because even after all this time, he didn't use her name. He still didn't talk to her like he cared. He just called her by her title. Just like he always did. And that earned her ire.

"You don't want me to sit? What's going to happen!? Nothing, that's what! The Demon Lord is dead! You're worried for nothing, Sir Mars!" Ashe cried out like the brat that she was, slamming her ass straight down on that seat. She didn't care if something really was going to happen. He had made her angry..!

It was then that her world turned red, and a laugh left her mouth. One that sounded downright demonic.

All of the heroes shielded themselves as a powerful aura erupted from the throne, coalescing into the young girl's body. An aura that was dangerously familiar. No, not an aura... They knew exactly what it was.

"The Demon Lord's soul..! It didn't pass on!?" Lisette shouted, quickly reaching into her hair to grab her rosary. She needed to get ready for a fight, especially if she had to exorcise a soul from a young girl's body...

Patty cracked her neck a little as she slipped her hand into her cleavage, pulling out a bag of holding. Only to then dump an array of knives onto the ground, her personal collection. "Well you did a shoddy job of giving it confidence, Lisette! Try harder next time, maybe give it a kiss on the cheek!" They were in danger, but that didn't stop the thief from cracking a joke or two as she grabbed a random pair of knives off the ground.

"I can't believe it..." Bella muttered, letting her magic pulse into her hands. Using that same power to create her usual staff, letting it form in her hands as it served as a conduit for all of her spells. "Don't worry, Ashe..! We'll save you..!"

Titania grit her teeth as she let her sword hit the ground. She didn't want to fight against the girl she had sworn to protect. But if it meant that she could save her from the demon's influence...

"Princess..." Mars said, closing his eyes as he reached for his sword. The heavenly sword that the Goddess had blessed. If it had destroyed the demon once, it would do so again. He hoped it wouldn't completely break the girl in the process.

There they all were. Gathered to fight against a greater threat. Gathered to fight against something that possessed their charge. That infernal group that had managed to rend him asunder once before...

'You see them. Those monsters that took your love away. They are why he refuses to look at you like a person, instead of a bloodline. Let me handle them.'

The demon lord was exerting his influence over the young girl's body. Slowly twisting it, her body taking on a muscled form as she grew, grew and grew. Into the same form that he had taken the last time they all fought...

Until it suddenly stopped. Stopped in the middle of the mutation that was trying to twist her into a demonic form. Leaving both the demon lord, and the heroes just as confused.

"What..?" The demon lord's voice left the twisted lips of the princess' body. "What are you playing at, human..?" He asked, trying to pry control back from the force holding him back.

It didn't last. Because moments later, a scream left his lips. And the mutation was undone, returning the princess to her original size. With none of the imperfections left on her body, as if she hadn't just taken in the demon lord...

"Princess..?" Mars asked, as he slowly approached the girl. With one hand still firmly gripping the holy sword that had gotten him this far.

A laugh left her lips. "You keep saying that, not knowing how much you hurt me, Sir Mars!" Princess Ashe said, a terrifying aura covering her. The same aura that belonged to the demon lord's soul...

"But that's fine. I won't be hurt by your venomous words anymore. Not his either. but he cracked much quicker than you will..." She giggled, as her face was cast in shadow by the energies that covered her. Looking through the haze, you could see two things poking out...

Her slitted eyes, glowing bright crimson.

The energy exploded out of her, knocking loose stones from the ceiling and the walls, as she used it for her own benefit this time. She knew that everyone that the hero looked towards romantically had a much more attractive body, it was only right that she had something similar!

Ashe let out a moan as her body aged in an instant. Shredding apart her dress. Shredding everything she wore, leaving her completely naked, showing off the changes that happened to her body. Starting at the bottom of her feet, spikes poking out of her heels forcing her to always walk with a swaying gait. From there, leather covered her legs, reaching all the way up to her thighs, leaving a small gap between the leathery stockings and her waist.

Her stomach, and her crotch, was left completely untouched. But her hips were growing. Pushing out as they gained a lot of heft. Spreading, like she was made to breed. Not unlike her sisters, considering their extreme curves. The same curves that had lured in the hero...

Moving further up, her breasts met a similar fate as her hips. Pushing outward, filling with milk as they sloshed and bounced. They were a symbol of fertility in the kingdom, one that her sisters held with pride. But looking at them as they remained firm despite the growth... They were even bigger than the ones her elder sisters had...

The same leather that covered her legs spread onto her arms, wrapping around them and forming a set of gloves that ended in sharp claws. Able to carve anything into pieces, yet able to give a gentle rub at the same time. The perfect duality, something that would be reflected in her approach from this point forward.

Once the changes hit her head, they were much more elegant. Her hair sprung out, letting the full girth of her drills spread out as far as possible. That blonde bed of hair was like a cape with how far it reached, and it only got worse as parts of her hair turned a deep and dark black. The corruption within her, visualized as blonde and black intertwined...

Finally, her face. Her crimson slit eyes were one thing, but her childish face was gone. A seductress remained, one tattooed with three marks. Thorns strewn across her forehead, and tears across her cheeks. The tears that she shed for her dearest Sir Mars, when he refused to give her the love she deserved.

Ashe laughed as she stretched, her matured form displayed for all to see. It was just as sexy as her sisters, if not even sexier. Then again, she purposefully wore barely anything, while they still kept themselves chaste in one way or another...

"Princess Ashe..!" Titania shouted as she stomped past her leader, blade dragging against the floor. "What is the meaning of this?! What did you do!? What happened to the demon lord!?" The usually composed knight let her emotions get the better of her. Her charge had just transformed into a wicked woman in front of her eyes, it made sense that she would want answers...

The word that left the knight's lips made the 'princess' twitch. "Don't you dare call me that. Never again!" The blonde woman cried out, her hair blowing from the power of her voice. Even something as little as her words held power that would crack the world itself..!

"She..." Lisette clutched her rosary tight, blushing from the display in front of her. Even though the princess was now an enemy, she was still vulnerable to sights like these... "She absorbed the demon lord..."

The thief laughed as she spun her knives around. "Really? The pint's turned into a bitch? Great, now I won't feel bad when I carve her to bits!" Patty's immoral tendencies were cropping up, as she let her blades clash against one another.

"Ashe..." Bella muttered. She didn't want to hurt the girl. Not even after she had transformed like this. They were friends, weren't they..?

Mars clutched his blade tightly. "If you claimed his soul, Princess..." He muttered. The blade started glowing, the Goddess' blessing igniting it. "We'll have to stop you. For the sake of your Father and our Kingdom!"

"Princess, princess, princess! You don't listen, Mars! You never listened! All I wanted was to hear my name from your lips, and you still don't let it slip free!" Ashe cried out, as her power started radiating off her body once more. "No longer! I am not a princess! I am the Demon Lord! ASTARTE!"

With her intentions laid bare, with her betrayal of humanity firmly solidified... It seemed as if the fight was just about to start. But no. She wasn't done. Not as her angry expression faded into smug bliss, as she let her hands slowly caress her body.

"And my first act as Demon Lord... Will be to drown you all in demons..!" Astarte giggled, licking her lips as she traced a line across her abdomen, letting it drag down towards her uncovered pussy.

The magic in her clawed finger prevented her from drawing blood, as a crest started to form right where her womb would be. Her new crest. Her crimson eyes, and her clawed hands grasping something tightly...

Almost immediately, the crest started glowing. And her body, which had already been expanding wonderfully just moments prior, kept on growing. But this time, the growth was localized to a single spot. A single solitary part of her body that had otherwise been left alone.

Her stomach. As it pushed outward, you could see small bulges developing on the taut dome. And it wasn't hard to imagine what was happening inside that firm chamber. Especially not as it grew further and further, expanding beyond what humans would call sensible...

The heroes watched with mixed emotions. The thief was outright disgusted. The priestess was blushing. The mage was astounded. The knight was furious... And the hero just watched. Stalwart. He was facing down a demon, after all.

By the time it stopped growing, it was now roughly half her size. And within that dome, within her gravid belly, rested an army of demons. Ready to be unleashed upon the world. And yet... It didn't seem full. Like she was still taunting them with the power at her disposal. "Do you like it, Mars? Your impending demise, ready to be born before your very eyes..." The Demon Lord giggled, letting her hands slowly caress that taut display of fecundity, not even a blemish of shame on her cheeks. Whether for the erotic display she just put on, or the heresy she was committing.

"Princess... No! Demon Lord Astarte!" Titania cried out as she gripped her sword tight. "Return her to me, or taste the fury of this steel!" She shouted, dashing straight ahead. She couldn't see reason. Not as the Demon Lord made a mockery of herself. Not when that princess she swore to protect tried to reject her so intensely!

Astarte licked her lips as she watched that armored woman run straight at her. If one were to look at the two, it was obvious that she seemed defenseless. She had a pregnant stomach, she had nothing covering her. She had nothing to defend herself with, not against that massive slab of sharpened metal.

Which was why the heroic crowd was shocked to find that the sword was caught before it even finished its full swing, the Demon Lord's claw digging into the sides of the metal. "Your devotion holds you back, Knight." Her voice grew deep, as she crushed that sword ease. A mild display of her power.

Titania didn't get to express her sudden terror, before she felt the Demon Lord's hand wrapping around her head. Digging into the sides, bringing no end to the pain that she deserved. "Give her back... Give her BACK!" And yet, she remained defiant, trying to jam the shattered sword into any part of that woman's exposed body. If she drew blood even once, it would be worth it. Then the hero could get a chance to vanquish her..!

Her struggles were cut short, as Astarte's power flared up once more. Oh, she was going to give her something alright. It just wasn't her old useless self. It was something much more fit for the knight, something that started to sear her from the inside out, causing her to scream in pain.

The knight grew limp as a dark power started to leak from her armor, the Demon Lord letting go of her as she started rubbing her pregnant stomach. Using her power made the horde gestating inside her rowdy. She needed a moment to calm it, and she needed to watch the show unfold.

"Alright. New plan. Bella! Pour everything you've got into a single spell, then blast her. We'll distract her!" Patty cried out as she reached into her bag of holding once more, pulling out the actual weapons. Two blades made out of the same material that her eye was. If the bitch could use magic, she needed every trick in the book.

The heroes were trying to formulate a plan, but they were cut short by the sound of a groan leaving the knight's lips as she slowly stood up once more...

"P-Power..." Titania gasped, corrupt thorns burying along her skin. A symbol of the Demon Lord's corruption pouring through her. "T-Too much... POWER!" She screamed, as her eyes shrunk.

She flexed. And her armor shattered, leaving her completely naked. Revealing her rugged and sensual body to her allies, with a few key differences, namely the mark that had formed right above her crotch... The same kind of mark that rested on the Demon Lord's taut belly...

The dark power that had claimed her started to course through her. The thorns disappeared, and the muscles on her started to thicken. Her already intense body grew more potent as she slowly flexed. Every flex emphasized her strength more and more, while at the same time making the sensual parts of her body grow.

Her raven locks grew long, just like the Demon Lord's. Hers were much wilder, however. Like she had never ever used a brush. And that wasn't the only thing that looked unkempt. So did her eyes. So did her body, covered in scars from battles that she didn't have before. She was being twisted, turned into a display of pure power.

Titania grabbed the shattered sword on the ground, clenching the handle tight as the power rushed into it. Transforming it into a lunk of steel. It was unrefined. Chipped all over. But now, it fit her. It was perfect to swing around. One big piece of iron, made for smashing.

Drool ran from her lips. Not because she thirsted. But because she hungered. And right in front of her were four delicious humans. Ones that could satiate her needs...

The sigil of Astarte started to blossom on her stomach, as her transformation came to a close. Just like the Demon Lord, she grew. But unlike the gravidity on display over there, the rough children growing within her womb were thrashing at all times. Wild berserkers were going to be born soon, should they be unable to stop her...

"Goodbye, Titania." Astarte said, grinning as the muscled and wild woman panted, one hand supporting her gravid stomach, the other nearly crushing the lump of steel that she wielded as a weapon. "Now. Demon Berserker, Titan. Strike down the Hero!"

Mars was quick to react as the muscled monster that had once been his ally dashed at him. It didn't matter that she looked like she would be encumbered by her growth. Because she had more than enough strength to counteract it, slamming her steel down on his holy sword with enough strength to crack and shatter any regular sword.

"Come to your senses, Titania..!" He cried out. The princess falling was one thing, but he had been the one to turn her from an outcast into a respected knight! He felt his heart pounding in pain inside his chest. This... This was a horrific sight.

Titan didn't listen to his pleas. Her berserker brain was too preoccupied with the idea that she should be smashing him to the ground to care about any kind of appeal. She had only a few things she could focus on at a time. The first was keeping the brood in her womb satiated. The second was satiating her own needs. And the third was following the Demon Lord's orders. And it just so happened that the third would satisfy both the first and the second. So she kept on slamming that heavy steel down on the hero, no matter what he said to try and sway her.

Astarte licked her lips as the hero was now preoccupied. Leaving her with three different girls to deal with. "So, you wanted to distract me, Thief? What will you do, against a Demon Lord?" The blonde-and-black-haired woman said, resting her hands on her stomach while she waited for her answer.

Patty didn't know. She really didn't. But she had to do something. At least since there was a big gap between them, she couldn't possibly get to the mage before she had charged up her magic...

Bella was biting her lip. She didn't want to hurt Ashe. But... Astarte, as she now called herself, was too much. She had just transformed Titania into a muscled freak, not too dissimilar from the amazons that had once roamed the land. And what was going to happen to her and her friends, if she managed to grab them as well?

"Goddess above, please... Please help us..." Lisette muttered as she put her hands together, pressing both palms against her rosary. She didn't usually resort to prayers this early, but she didn't know what to do. How were they going to deal with such a powerful Demon, when she had already converted their knight..!?

As she prayed, she felt a strange sense of calm overwhelming her. Like she was being forced to relax. And she heard a silky smooth voice whisper, all the way into her soul.

'It will all be fine. Just give yourself to me. Give it all to me...'

Was this... Was this the Goddess? Princess Sophia had always said that she had the capacity to hear the Goddess' speak to her, but she never imagined that she'd actually hear her. Especially not with such a sensual tone of voice, one that threatened to sweep her off her feet...

Lisette's expression melted into bliss as her hands slowly started to part, the rosary dropping onto the ground. All while a set of thorns started to cover her face, the Demon Lord's corruption slipping in through the cracks in her mental defenses.

"What in th- HEY! LISETTE!" Patty noticed that her friend was going through the same kind of experience as the knight. There was no way in hell that she'd let the Demon Brat convert her into a muscled idiot, no way!

The silver-haired thief dashed over to the priestess, hoping to cut the magic out of her with a single strike... But she didn't make it all the way. A black forcefield formed, courtesy of the Demon Lord's powers flowing out of the priestess. She was being used as a conduit, as she gave herself over completely.

"Y-Yes, my Goddess..!" Lisette cried out, panting as she kept listening to the voice inside her head. It kept telling her to give her very existence to her. To strip it all away and let herself be taken..!

And she took it very literally, as she stripped the clothes off her body. Letting her plump figure, the one that rivalled that of the princesses, be exposed to the world. And the moment that her protective outfit hit the floor, was when the corruption took full effect.

'Praise her. Praise the Demon Lord. Praise Astarte.'

"Praise her..! Praise the Demon Lord! PRAISE ASTARTE!"

Lisette repeated the mantra inside her head as the power started to swirl around her. Tightly constricting into her form, as if it was weaving a brand new outfit for her. An outfit that brought emphasis to her massive tits, as well as exposing her stomach for the world to see. After all, it had been branded with Astarte's mark, and it was obvious what was going to happen very soon.

As the dark power settled, the outfit became clearer. It was like leather straps wrapped around her body in the same fashion one might string up a pig, trying to press down on her body so the more delightful parts of her body got emphasized. But the outfit wasn't the only thing that the dark power blessed her with. The long shaft-like horns, the sleek wings, and the spaded tail that had grown from her body were all there to show her complete and utter fall into the demon's arms.

To complete the crimson-haired priestess' transformation, and complete devotion to the Demon Lord, 'ASTARTE' was written all across her body. On her face, on her tits, on her thighs, on her hips, on her ass. Anywhere that might be considered erotic, was stamped with the Demon Lord's name. Only her stomach remained uncovered, because it had already been branded.

"Yes... Yes! Let Astarte bless this lowly Devotee!" Lisette cried out as she felt the young pumping into her womb, panting and moaning as it grew taut. Her pregnancy would not be quite as potent as the muscle bound berserker, but it was much more pleasant. None of the demons gestating inside her would be rowdy.

Drool ran down her cheek as she put her hands together, resting them both against her popped-out navel. "Bless the Demon Lord! Bless Astarte! Let this Demon Devotee cast aside her human self, let Lustette show her praise and devotion!" She cried out, juices running down her leg as her devotion brought her to an immodest orgasm...

Mars grit his teeth. He didn't even bother looking back at the fallen maiden. He was too busy putting up a good fight against the berserker. Granted, the sword in his hands was doing most of the work on that front, but it was still good enough to stop him from getting unfairly crushed.

Why was she doing this? Why would she twist his allies in such a perverted manner? Why wasn't she satisfied with just destroying them like the old Demon Lord would've done? Had he truly hurt her this bad with his neglect? He didn't understand, and he couldn't dwell on it for too long before the steel would come down on his blade once more, forcing him to focus on the fight.

"Two down. Two to go." Astarte giggled. Just a little nudge, and the slutty priestess fell all on her own. "So, as I was saying... What are you going to do to distract me, Thief? You'd be better off letting me into your mind, if you wanted to buy her time." The Demon Lord mocked her. She had a grudge against that bitch for what she had said, after all.

Patty grit her teeth. Damnit, what was she going to do... She couldn't do a thing, could she? No, she had to keep her spirits up. At least until they exhausted all their options. "Bella! How's the charge looking!?" She shouted, looking towards the mage hoping for good news.

The lavender-haired mage was trembling. All of her magical power was gathered in a single thing. The staff in her hands. If she could just point it at the Demon Lord, then..!

...Could she really pull the trigger, against a girl who had been nice to her..? Even if she had hurt the others... Even if she had fallen...

"Hesitating was always your downfall, Bella."

Astarte's voice caressed her inner ear, as she suddenly realized that the Demon Lord had appeared behind her. All thanks to a pregnant belly brushing up against her back, the soft kicks from the womb managing to impact her body and make her twitch...

The mage tried to turn around, but it was too late. The magic inside her staff had faded thanks to her concentration being utterly and completely lost. Their one chance to turn things around, turned into nothing but fizzling sparks.

At least, that's what she thought. But she felt a powerful energy below her. A despicable energy. One that she had felt quite a few times, especially when she dabbled in the forbidden arts when she thought that nobody would ever come by and be her friend...

"N-Necromancy..." She muttered, her glasses shattering as she started to realize what was going on. She was powerless to stop it... Because it was her own power being used to cause all of this. All she could do was stand there and wait for it all to boil over.

Patty grit her teeth. "DAMNIT!" She shouted, throwing her daggers towards the mage. She had to cut the flow somehow. Save somebody! Anybody! She wasn't going to stand there and be completely useless..!

Astarte swatted them out of the air before they reached the witch. But the damage was done, as the lavender-haired girl's expression had turned into one of complete fear. Because they were headed straight for her eyes just moments ago. She would've been turned into nothing more than a pincushion if the Demon Lord hadn't done that.

"That's what happens when they finally stop caring about you, Bella." The Demon Lord whispered into her ear. "But I'll be here for you. Always. I've been there for you, even when my sister started to do such cruel things. You know that you can trust me. You can always trust me." Her words were like sweet honey. And to a panicked girl like her, they were poison. The last thing she should be hearing... "Cast it."

Bella let those comforting, controlling words pour into her heart. And she let the magic at her feet flow freely, mixing together with the dark energies of the Demon Lord, as it consumed her from the outside. Immediately staining her skin with a pale white color, as if it was draining her very life...

Her outfit tore to shreds. Not that it was really anything more than a cloth. Revealing the mark of Astarte marked above her womb. And unlike her compatriots, her pregnancy was the first change. The life that she drained was pouring straight into her nurturing chamber, filling it. Not with Demons, persay, but rather their souls. Called back to the realm of the living, using her magic as a conduit.

Skulls started to cover the lavender-haired girl's body. Both in the form of actual skulls worn as accessories, like a necklace and a belt, as well as the ones that had imprinted upon the canvas that was her pale form. She didn't bother with the elaborate outfits, as they were tainted by life itself. No, she showed off her devotion to the lives that had once been, with all of the skulls that covered her body. Displayed on her figure in the most sensual of places. Her shoulders, her tits, her hips, her ass... It was offputting in a way, and yet a show of how much she trusted the Demon Lord.

Even her hair drained of color, leaving her white-haired to go with the pale skin. The only color that remained on her face besides white, was the black in her eyes. The color of her soul, after she stained it with the necromancy she cast.

"Demon Witch..." She muttered. That was what they would've called her, should she have indulged in her need for friends back then. Now? It sounded all too appropriate, as glared towards the thief with hate brimming in her eyes. "Beatrice." She cast aside her name, adorning a new one.

Even Bella had fallen. The girl that he had tried so desperately to convert into a social butterfly. He hadn't exactly been successful, but she actually smiled more often. Her smile was now gone. Replaced with contempt for the world around her. The only thing that she now loved, was the same woman that had let her turn into such a wicked thing.

Titania's strikes were bearing down on her, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn't break this stalemate. If he did, then she'd try to kill everyone else...

Astarte licked her lips. Oh, it was a delight to see them fall in such short order. And they were turning out to be quite the adorable little breeders. A berserker, guaranteed to fuel her ranks with muscle. A devotee, forming the base of a new religion. And a witch, who could bring back the useless former Demon Lord's most powerful souls. To be reused and reproduced.

Now, there was just the thief. The girl that had tried to insult her. The girl that had been implying that she was nothing but useless. And the girl that had earned her greatest ire.

"Mars! Can't you do anything!?" Patty shouted, trying to dig through the knives on the ground. She had to have something that could deal with a Demon. Something! Anything! She would even pray to god if that's what it took, but she knew that would just open her heart to the Demon Lord's influence!

Astarte closed her eyes as she stepped closer to the silver-haired thief. "I wonder." She said, letting one hand slowly rub her taut belly. "Why you never joined the Knights. You had the skills. But it couldn't have been the greed in your heart. Marina once worked alongside Amelia, and she's the greediest person I know." She mused...

"Don't you dare imply anything..!" The thief knew where this was going. She was going to turn her insecurities against her. She wasn't going to get away with it. Not this time. She was going to shut her mind off, and just toss the knives at her until one of them struck gold. Yeah, that's what she was going to do.

As she tried to reach down towards her pile, she found that every single knife had disappeared. And in the Demon Lord's hands, was a single knife. The only one that remained. "You... You'd take away everything..."

"That's it." Astarte smiled. Oh, she knew what she had been fearing. "You thought enlisting would strip away your freedoms. It would strip away the girl you were. That's why you didn't join Titania, despite being better for the job." She cracked a wicked grin, as that knife elongated into one thin blade. The kind that was used in knighting ceremonies...

Patty tried to shield herself. But she knew her time was up. Even her eye wouldn't be enough in this case. The magic-cancelling wouldn't stop the blade from meeting her shoulder.

"I. Demon Lord Astarte. Dub thee as my knight."

The power quickly claimed the thief, snapping around her like a vice. She could feel the strength pumping into her. At the same time, suffocating her ability to think. She could feel it all slipping away, replaced by cold obedience.

She couldn't say a thing, as her body got encapsulated in a thick suit of black armor. One that concealed her identity. Erased it, even. The only part that was left uncovered, and the part that seemed most vulnerable, was the lack of a proper stomach-plate. But that part made too much sense...

Considering the mark that formed over her womb.

The Knight didn't tremble as her stomach stretched outward. She could feel it growing heavier. Filling with the new Demon Order. The Knights that would serve her Lord. Already, she couldn't think of the Demon Lord as anything but the one she answered to. The one that she owed everything to. She couldn't hate her.

Once her stomach had finished pushing out, ending up the biggest out of all of them due to the tightly packed nature of the Demon Order, a blade appeared in her hand. A jet-black Demon Sword, capable of severing humanity, not unlike the blade she had been knighted with.

She kneeled. Onto one knee, letting her gravidity brush against the floor, with one arm over her chest. "Demon Lord Astarte. I, Demon Knight Patricia, serve you until the end of my life." She threw away her previous life. Because Patty didn't exist any longer. Only the Knight did. And she was nothing. Only the armor, and her pregnancy, defined her. And as long as the Demon Lord demanded it, she would fight for her.

Mars was now all alone. And his ability to care was dwindling. All of his allies had fallen just like that. Whether by being lured in, or overpowered. What was he supposed to do, fight against all of these Demons all on his own? No, there was no way...

...No. He couldn't think like that. He had to stand tall. He had to stand up to the Demon Lord. He hadn't come this far just to falter now. Not with the Goddess' sword and hopes on his side..!

The hero broke the clash against the berserker, shouting from the depths of his heart as he knocked her down with a single swing. His body was aching. His soul was burning. And he was going to win. Regardless of how many times it would take him to stand back up.

"Astarte..!" Mars shouted, turning around to face her...

Only to find her hand on his blade, just like it had been on Titania's at the start of this entire mess. And this time, she didn't shatter it. She just let her claws sink into it, the thorns coursing through it.

"What a lovely sword. But what if I poured my own power into it, erasing your Goddess'?" Astarte giggled, her children growing rowdy from the sight of the hero falling into despair as his second wind was stopped in its tracks.

The power transformed the bright and vividly white blade into a thin black one. Not unlike the one she had just knighted the thief with. And just holding it was enough to make his body tremble...

"You... You won't get away with this..." Mars panted. Why was his body heating up like this? There were no sources of heat around, why was he about to melt..?

A single look at his body, and it immediately started making sense. Way too much sense. Because his arm had started growing thinner. More delicate. Like he wasn't supposed to fight with a blade like this, much less at all.

"Mars." Astarte said, as she put her hand on his cheek and forced him to look up at her. "You've lost. And as the winner... I claim you as my own." She said, her smile curving into a wicked grin.

The hero let out a pained scream. He could feel the power in his body leaving him. His body growing thinner. His blade fell from his fingers, as he struggled to stay standing. His legs felt like they were about to shatter if he didn't do something...

But he didn't have to. Not with the Demon Lord right there, able to grab him and pin her against her belly. The one support he'd need. The only thing that would support him. The last thing that would support him.

As his outfit slowly burned off his body, revealing his modest bosom, and his newly developed pussy. With one bright Crest of Astarte, shining right above it. Gone was the hero, replaced with a girl with no reputation...

She tried to get up. But she couldn't. Her body was too weak. Her spirit was the only thing still strong about her, and that wouldn't last. Not as the stomach rubbing up against her started to pump its influence into her...

'Mars' let out moan after moan as her body started to regain its strength. At least, that's what it felt like. But a proper glance at her body showed that she wasn't gaining that sort of power. No, she was becoming thicker where it mattered. Her tits were growing until they became bigger than her head. Her ass widened until she looked like a broodmother, experienced enough to birth time and time again... And her hair grew longer, allowing that blue bed to be tied up into a bun, letting her take on a more exotic look compared to the rest of her former allies.

She thought she had her power back. And she tried to strike at that belly, to try and do something. But the pain immediately shot back through her, causing her to collapse onto her knees. "Why.... What was all that power for..?" She muttered. It felt like she was powerful, but at the same time she felt like she was made of glass. Fragile beyond all belief...

"To taunt you." Astarte said, as she pushed her belly up against the fertile-looking woman and slammed her against the ground. "You'll feel your power. But you can never use it ever again. All you'll be, for rejecting me again and again, is my trophy. My queen, to show off to the world. Their hero, turned into a useless broodmare." She said, as the mark on the former hero's belly started glowing.

'Mars' let out moan after moan as her stomach quickly grew outward. The growth was explosive. Inch after inch with every second that passed. Pulling at her mind, threatening to tear it apart completely. Threatening to break her all at once. And she had nothing she could do to stop it. Not even as she grew even bigger than the rest of her allies...

Only once it looked like she had been overdue for several months, with dozens worth of children baking inside her womb, did she stop growing. And only then, did the Demon Lord force her back up onto her feet with a little bit of magic. To humiliate her further, no doubt.

Astarte's mark imprinted on her stomach glowed, as the dark powers filling her slowly seeped out. Coating her gently, unlike her allies. This time, wrapping her in what felt like the softest silks known to man...

Her body wasn't the one suffering this time. It was her mind. As that dark power seeped out, it was like her memories were getting fuzzy. Her identity as a hero, erased and turned into utter nothingness. As... As it should be. She was a nobody. She had always been a nobody.

Until the Demon Lord found her. And imprinted upon her. Taking her under her wing, and making her stand at her side. Not as a pawn. Or a minion.

But as a Queen.

Her memories melted out from between her thighs even harder than what one might've imagined, as the former hero smiled softly upon looking at her Demon Lord. All with a single name lingering on her lips, as she grabbed the hems of her maternity dress and bowed gently.

"Demon Queen Venus. Here to serve you, and comfort you, until the very end." She said. Unaware that her past had been erased. As far as she understood, she had always been with Astarte...

Astarte laughed as she kissed her Queen on her cheek, prompting her to blush. Once she had done that, she walked over to her throne and took a seat once more, giving her victims another onceover.

Titania the Knight, now Titan the Demon Berserker, was busy smashing steel against the floor in a vapid rage. All while her berserkers gestated within her womb, ready to be born at any moment.

Lisette the Priestess, now Lustette the Demon Devotee. She was still praying to the Demon Lord, masturbating by using her stomach as a focal point of pleasure. Rubbing it, worshipping it, praising it, and enjoying every moment that pleasure poured through her.

Bella the Mage. Now Beatrice the Demon Witch. The souls that had departed the world were still in the process of being collected within her womb. The only thing that brought her any joy, besides the Demon Lord's approval. Soon enough, they'd be ready to be reborn. If not in their old forms, then in the form of fresher souls that the lord could take advantage of.

Patty the Thief. Now Patricia the Demon Knight. Her identity had been erased, just as she had feared. And now a stalwart knight stood ready to birth the new Demon Order. Everything else didn't matter to her. She existed to do nothing else but fight and birth. Like a proper Demon Knight.

Mars the Hero. Now Venus the Demon Queen. Her memory erased, her power sealed away, and her life rewritten to make her dependent. She was a trophy wife, through and through. But she didn't mind that. As long as her beloved was happy, then everything was right in the world.

And finally...

Princess Ashe. Now Demon Lord Astarte. She had acquired the power to make her life her own. No more worrying about being useless. No more anger over the same. She was the strongest in the Kingdom, both in terms of power, and in terms of influence. And the brood in her womb, ready to be born at any moment, only emphasized that truth.

Once the broods from all of their wombs had been born, it was time to move on her old Kingdom. And then, she'd convert her sisters as well. From the powerful positions they held, to nothing more than concubines that produced demons day in and day out...

Ah. The thought made her grow wet down below. She could just imagine the looks on their faces. Their expression and their resistance, melting into pure pleasure as they became sluts for their pregnant bellies. And addicted to the sensation of birthing...

Just like her. In fact, that was what the wet trail down below was. Her water had broken. And that could only mean one thing.

It was time to bring forth a new age. One ruled by her, filled with her Demon children.