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One day six magical crests fell from the heavens, each holding power over the elements that built the demon realm. The fiery soul sealed within the red crest, the unrelenting waters harnessed into the blue crest, the immovable earth and cutting wind contained within orange and purple, the mystical powers of time and heaven also sealed within these insignias.

For long, demons had fought over these gems and their powers. To become the ruler of both theirs and the human realm, but two demons rose above the rest. Arma and Firebrand amassed the demon's crests and etched them into a mural to their own victory, but surely two demons cannot share the role of ruler.

At the top of a tower, built to watch over all the corners of the realm, Firebrand rested on his knees. The gargoyle's wings and arms were bound with a strong rope, no matter how much he struggled against them, how his arms and back flexed, they would not tear. As if this was not humiliating enough for the crimson demon, his sight was obstructed by a measly bandana wrapped around his head. All the red gargoyle could do as he felt the cold stone on his legs was listen to the howling winds, and the slow clack of talons against the stone floor.

A meager yelp escaped Firebrand's maw as he felt a sharp claw draw a line up his throat, eventually stopping as it and a thumb gripped his chin. "I will say, I do like the look of you right now Crimson Devil. Beneath me and with your life in my hands." Said a familiar voice, the joy in his tone a rarity for most of demon kind. The grey devil, Arma, continued to talk down to the powerful demon, stroking his chin as he did his ego. "To think that some rope would be your downfall. I must admit, I am disappointed."

Feeling his hand pull away, Firebrand snapped forwards, trying to bite off the clawed fingers that held him like a simple flower. "Screw you!" He shouted after his failed attempt, nearly losing his fickle balance after his lounge.

Arma could not help but laugh at Firebrand's retaliation, such a pathetic attempt from the conqueror of the realm. "Don't think I will. I'm quite content right now." Arma said, his laughter getting quieter as he walked towards the mural containing all the crests. The powerful magical energy emanating from the wall pushed against Arma's gray skin, just a few steps away he felt the crests power surge through him. But just a taste was not enough. "Of course, could always be better." He muttered to himself as he placed his hand on the wall, the crests' power flowing into as a conduit.

The gray demon felt it, the arcane energies enter him, the conduit given to them was worthy of their power. He felt his blood start to boil as the muscles in his arm heated up, his bicep bulging outwards as it grew to accommodate the crests' gifts. His forearm and triceps followed soon after, themselves becoming sturdy as mountains. The gray gargoyle's veins bloomed from his, now twice as big, arm as the burning blood pumped through his body.

The veins, stretched tautly against his skin, became as leylines for the powerful energy coursing through him. Stretching across his shoulders as he flexed his wings, his traps growing bigger in tune as his other arm grew to the same size as the first. Soon after the magic struck his heart, the mighty organ pounding against his chest as his chest grew rounder with fierce muscles, his nipples growing to attention as the thunderous flow coursed downwards. A trail of spit trickled down the side of Arma's maw as he felt his glutes, thighs, and shins expand with tense muscles. His cock throbbed in time with his heart, the already formidable length growing longer and thicker with each powerful beat. The power from the wall died down to a hum as the remaining energy in his body collected in his sack, making his balls grow into a pair of orange sized low hangers.

"Power has never felt so good." He muttered to himself as he admired his new form. Not only had his physical strength grown to match the bulging muscles across his body, Arma had also grown to greater heights. Three meters tall, wingspan twice as long, and his thick dick almost reaching down to his knees. This was the body worthy of a ruler of demons.

And, with powerful talons nearly crushing the stone floor, Arma walked back to the bound Firebrand sitting in the chilling wind. Uncharacteristically calm considering his capture, the red demon waited as Arma gripped his chin once more. The gray demon pulling the crimson devil up to his feet easily, in part to gloat over how Firebrand was now in perfect height to kiss his rock hard six pack but also so Arma could turn him around with ease.

With Firebrand's perky, red butt now pointing towards Arma, the gray demon felt his burning blood rush to his crotch. His shaft quickly pulsing to life, a pearl of pre drooling from his tip signaling his desire. Arma grabbed Firebrand by his legs, groping his well-shaped rear as he hoisted the gargoyle up. "Hey! What are you doing?" Firebrand yelled as felt his feet leave the floor, his white talons pointing to the sky as Arma placed the smaller gargoyle's back against his golden chest. "Don't you worry." He cooed into Firebrand's ear, his strong hands spreading the gargoyle's legs apart. "Just want to grace you with a hint of your new life below me."

Before the crimson gargoyle had the time to question Arma, he felt something warm throb between his cheeks. The tip generously lubing up Firebrand's rear with each pulse of Arma's cock. Firebrand breathed out shakily as he felt the gray gargoyle's dick, the pure girth of it thicker than the red gargoyle's arm and deprived of his vision Firebrand gulped at the though of how long it was. "What's the matter, something got your tongue?" Arma asked, licking up the red gargoyle's neck and forcing a shiver out of Firebrand.

Arma's desires growing the better of him, he adjusted his grip on the smaller gargoyle to hold both of the smaller gargoyle's legs with one hand and the other on his red hips. Gently he pushed Firebrand down on his cock, feeling the tight rim spread around his glans, and then shaft, as he continued further, only stopping when he was halfway inside. A hearty groan rumbled out of Arma's throat as he relished in Firebrand's ass tightly gripping and spasming around his dick, and a small chuckle came after as he noticed the red gargoyle's quivering breath.

Firebrand's hole was spread out, the painful burning hiding a deep-rooted pleasure which eventually washed away the pain. His own cock began to grow as blood rushed down his body. That same blood heating up his body to an erogenous blaze as, one which Arma's pre cooled inside the red gargoyle's stretched gut, the gray gargoyle's tip pushing out of Firebrand's lower abdomen. Soon enough. Firebrand's own cock drooled with his pre, the slightly white fluids dribbling down his shaft and taint as Arma's cock throbbed forcefully against his prostate.

The pleasure of seeing his rival squirm on his dick was good, but it was not enough for the gray gargoyle. So, without warning, he thrusted the rest of his shaft inside the red ass. The forceful motion making his sack swing upwards and smack into Firebrand's thighs as his dick bulged the red demon's six pack outwards, the impact of it all broke the barrier of dignity the crimson gargoyle held up as he let out a guttural moan. But Arma did not have time, or the focus, to enjoy Firebrand's needy grunts, his desire to breed the gargoyle far outgrew it. Lifting the red demon on one end, feeling Firebrand's insides desperately trying to keep Arma in him, and slowly pulling his hips back on the other. Arma soon found himself with only his tip inside a quivering demon, Firebrand's body heaving, his insides massaging Arma's head, and Arma clenched his maw shut, his balls continuing to drip the magic infused pre into Firebrand. But both shared a feeling, a greed, a desire for more. One that Arma was more than willing to give in to with a ball smacking thrust and a throaty groan.

Raucous smacks, pleasure drunk moans, guttural groans, and wet dripping could be heard from atop the tower overlooking the demon realm. One would not be amiss to think that Arma wanted the realm to hear his feverish thrusts. To hear the sounds of his pre slickened crotch smack against Firebrand's rear, to see the pool of sweat and sexual fluids below them, to smell the raw desire emanating from the two gargoyles. But that was not on the gray gargoyle's mind, the only thing he was thinking of was release. How his sack grew tighter against his crotch as he fucked Firebrand, and saw his dick bulge out his abs.

Feeling his peak draw near, Arma closed his eyes and pulled Firebrand closer to his body and did shallow, rough humps. His possessive nature was not unwelcome to the barely conscious crimson demon, as he felt a certain safety within his arms. Even if his rear's redder than usual.

"Gonna-" Arma barely had the chance to speak before his eyes shot open. That familiar, disheartening, yet euphoric, seal being undone. Hilting fully inside, Arma's grey sack nestled close to Firebrand's own, the gray gargoyle screamed as he erupted. Shot after shot unloaded deep within Firebrand's guts. The red gargoyle's toned, flat, abs bulging outwards as Arma continued his orgasm, though he did not mind as the warm seed was filling his insides. Amid these powerful shots Firebrand could feel it go up his gullet, even tasting the salty cum nestled inside his stomach, but, not to let any of it escape, Arma grabbed Firebrand's mouth and forced it shut. Only a trickle of seed escaping through his nose as Arma's orgasm started to die down.

His legs shaking from the orgasm, the gray gargoyle let Firebrand fall to the floor with a thud as he himself fell on his rear, trying to recover from the orgasmic shock wracking his body.

As Firebrand rolled over, groaning in pain over the sudden drop, he felt the warmth of Arma's seed spread through his body. Beginning at his chest it pulsed outwards, gradually expanding his pecs over his cumgut as they grew in size and power. Not to be outdone the red gargoyle continued to groan as his shoulders widened to support his heavy chest, and ventured further into his back and arms, Firebrand's eyes opening in shock as his biceps and triceps exploded in strength. His back followed soon after, arching it as he felt his spine grow and the muscles surrounding it become more compact.

Feeling refreshed, Firebrand sat up. His cumgut noticeably smaller to the still dazed Arma as the crimson demon flexed his upper body, tearing the ropes off him in an erotic display of power that made Arma's cock throb. As with his growth to demonic ruler, Firebrand's thighs grew to resemble tree trunks, and as he stood up the gray demon saw his red diamond calves, almost sharp enough to cut stone. As Arma admired Firebrand's body, the red demon began to pump his still turgid cock. With each stroke it grew in girth and length, demanding longer and longer strokes until it reached its apex. Rivaling Arma's length, with a sizeable sack to boot. One nut hanging just a bit lower than the other.

His gut gone, his toned six pack back to show his training, Firebrand towered over the resting Arma, his muscles radiating strength and heat as leylines of veins channeled that strength. Still, he stood as tall as the gray demon, if not a little bit shorter.

With a wicked smile, Firebrand leaned down, one hand resting on his leg whilst his other gripped Arma's chin not too unlike he did to the red demon earlier. Unlike before however, Firebrand leaned in and kissed Arma, their tongues sending shocks of pleasures down the other's spine as they danced. Eventually their lips parted, leaving their faces flush and bodies yearning more. "You really got off on the betrayal part, didn't you Arma?" Firebrand asked, his hand going from Arma's chin to stroke the back of his neck.

"Well, I certainly didn't mind having you under wraps for once. With how often you launch surprise attacks like that kis-." The grey demon said, his words stopped by a moan as Firebrand pinched Arma's nipple. In retaliation, Arma bit into Firebrand's shoulder softly, making the red demon shiver. As the small back and forth went on, nibbling on ears, groping pecs, and kisses, the two demons found themselves on the floor enjoying each other's warmth. Fireband laying on top of Arma, the gray demon's crotch still slick with pre and cum, as their hardened shafts frot against each other.

The wicked smile returned to Firebrand's face as he quickly pushed Arma's legs above his head and locked him in a mating press. "What do you think you're doing?" Arma asked, a hint of desire in his voice. Firebrand grasped the gray demon's cock and jerked it, eliciting a moan from the demon below him. "Come on, I know you aren't done just yet." Firebrand said, feeling his hands slickened with pre as he jerked Arma off. "Besides, I didn't cum. So it's only fair I get to dump my load into you." He finished with a kiss. "What a smooth talker.... Fine." Arma said, giving in to his lustful desires. Watching as Firebrand lined his cock up with his gray entrance, and grunted as the red demon pressed inside, fully locking him into a mating press.

But even then it is hard to say for certain if they'll be sated. The night is still young, and the pair of gargoyle rulers will make their desires for each other known to the realm long after the sun has risen. Such is the way for the inheritors of the crests, to use their powers for the good of the people. And to rail each other into pleasure drink incubuses.