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Of Fiends and Felines

Think of existence like this: a river. An endless flowing river, with no ocean to start from, and no ocean to go to. Each world - each realm - owns their own never ending, never stopping river, which flows without end into the ever oncoming future.

Traversing between rivers is difficult, nearly impossible. There's no telling if the force of such an action would simply smear your spirit across the ever unending waves of existence. But every now and then - perhaps once only in a hundred thousand lifetimes - a spirit is capable of crossing over. Or, in this case, a spirit is snatched...

From_her_ world... to_ours_...

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Act 1: Enter Mordredus

When you gaze up and see the endless red skies above... know that your queen, Iris Mordredus, is looking down upon you...

Mordredus...

Mordredus...

The distant kingdom of Demons...

Mordredus...

Demons... are a most terrible sect of creature, the likes of which even the gods see fit to turn away from. Monsters, beasts, fiends of all shapes and sizes. Many a story are told, teaching you to avoid these beings, less some horrible fate befall you. It matters not where you come from nor what you call them - devils, monsters, yokai, whatever else have you - you are always warned to avoid these creatures of the night to the best of your abilities. Do not listen to them, do not heed their words, do not give them the chance to get their claws in you. For if they do succeed, if they do trap you...

Escape is near impossible.

So...

What does it say of a being who not only is a demon... but rules_them? A king, or in this case, a _queen_of demons? So... a _Demon Queen?_Yes, that's it... a _Demon Queen.

To rule demons takes more than just brains, and it takes more than just bronze. No... bronze is far too weak a metal to understand how strong one must be to command legions of innately powerful and treacherous beings. You need... steel but... no... greater than steel. You need a resolve and strength that is greater than titanium. For anything weaker results in death, and death for a ruler results in chaos.

And Iris will not stand for chaos...

For six hundred years Iris has ruled Mordredus, having succeeded her brother after a most violent and arduous battle. He was weak, and a ruler of demons cannot be weak. Any other fool ignorant enough to try and usurp her, whether it be politically or physically, she crushed and killed. There was no one to oppose her, no one who'd dare think of challenging her. And it's been that way for six hundred years.

Six... hundred... years...

Mordredus Kingdom is the largest kingdom within the world of Daemonium; the realm of demons. Under the watchful eye of Demon Queen Iris, Mordredus has become a land of order a midst a sea of chaos. And like any good demon queen, she knows how to rule; she keeps her citizens oppressed, she challenges other kingdoms, and she constantly spreads her territory with each and every passing day.

But do not confuse Iris' benevolence with weakness, for it is only under her infinite kindness that she sees fit to take care of your pathetic hide. Remember this and remember it well; _everything_you do is in service to your queen.

Remember it...

But when you're at the top with no one to possibly equal you, no one to possibly rival you... what happens when you _die?_For, yes, death comes to all, no matter who they may be, no matter how strong they are. To avoid death is to prolong one's suffering; only fools hunt for dreams like 'immortality'. Iris had long since accepted that one day she would die, but this realization brought with it a new question.

If she - if glorious Queen Iris - were to die... then who would rule all of Daemonium? It was a question she had agonized over or centuries now, for with the death of her brother, there was no one left in her family. No one left... but her...

Iris_needed_ children. One day, she would die, and even though that day was unlikely to happen for thousands of years, it was still going to happen. Everyone dies sooner or later, and those who don't become the undead... who then need to be killed again.

But that's neither here nor there...

She needed someone to sire a child with, someone to rule her kingdom alongside, someone to be her king.

...

...

No, that sounds too nasty; she needs a king? Never, no. Iris needs no king. She needs a mate;_nothing more, nothing less. But, no, not just _any mate, for no mere 'mate' is perfect enough for the perfect Demon Queen. No, Iris needed someone as perfect as she was; she needed her _perfect_mate.

Thus started a centuries long quest to find that 'perfect mate'.

Iris began searching through her kingdom for her most suitable mate, only to find them all lacking in one way or another. This one was too weak, this one was too stupid, this one was too wild, this one was too pathetic. Gah! In a realm full of powerful demons, how was none anywhere to her liking? It was as if the universe fought to make sure she and her high standards would always be disappointed by whatever fool came to be her mate.

But Iris does not bend to fate; fate bends to Iris. And as her desires to find her perfect mate exploded with desperation, so too did her methods. If Daemonium had no one who came close to her standards, then maybe someone from _another_realm did.

The infinite existence that is the Ether.

Capital City Mordredus. Naturally, as its name may imply, it is the birthplace of the land of Mordredus itself. A sprawling metropolis of stone and steel, it stands within the heart of the kingdom, and plays home to over a hundred thousand demons. As the night begins and the sun starts to wane, eerie blue flames begin to appear at every street corner for light. At any moment, her police force would also arise on the streets, prepared to keep her will imposed over all those who live here.

Everything here... everything here... held this Gothic design. Arched doorways, pointed rooftops, a regal and divine design; these homes and buildings wouldn't look too dissimilar to a church if you weren't paying attention. It gave everything a religions vibe, like an ethereal god was staring down upon you.

And that's important, for this 'ethereal god' is more like an ethereal_goddess_, for Iris_is that goddess. No, it's not good enough that the Demon Queen rules her citizens with an iron fist, she must be _worshiped by them as well. So here in Mordredus, it's not uncommon to see statues erected in Iris' honor standing on this corner, or that corner, or this town square, or that town square! And the only building that comes close to matching Castle Mordredus, is the Church of Iris itself!

Ah... Castle Mordredus...

Castle Mordredus...

Castle Mordredus. It rests within the center of metropolis, a grand castle with a most prolific Gothic design. Its smooth surface was forged of a powerful ebony stone, and its spires shot towards the red skies like spears. It has been said that Castle Mordredus is the largest castle in all of Mordredus, grander than Demon Queen Arma's castle, and Demon King Balmog's castle put together! Its defenses were second to none, for not only was the capital city surrounded by a grand wall, but so too was the royal castle. It has been said that traveling from the castle grounds to the city outside by horse carriage, would take thirty minutes due to the immense size of the land it occupied.

Some would say that was overkill. Iris would have that 'some' executed.

It is said from her balcony, Iris can be seen gazing down upon the kingdom she presides over. And despite her distance, she could indeed see all. It matters not who or what you are, matters not what you are doing. Your Demon Queen - your goddess- can peer into your life like a book. Read it, scan it, understand it... and do with it what she pleases.

Is that true? Or just more propaganda her kingdom spouts to keep her citizens properly submissive? Maybe, but Demon Queen Iris' power is resolute; none could ever hope to match her. Whatever it is she wants, she gets.

No matter what.

Once again: when you gaze up and see the endless red skies above, know that your queen, Iris Mordredus, is looking down upon you...

She stands there on her balcony, tall and erect, like an imposing force of untouchable power. A figure of authority and godly recognition, one who no sane creature would ever think about disobeying. Demon Queen Iris is no mere demon, and that's obvious from her sight alone. She looks human, yes... but that's all. She merely _looks_human. She is not anything _close_to human.

Her height... it looms over everyone she comes across. She was no dainty ruler occupied more with magic, no; like her father and mother before her, she was a warrior, through and through! Their blood - the blood of dragons and minotaurs - flow through her veins, gifting her a height that looms well over seven, nearing even eight feet. And this extended more than just her height.

Power was molded into her very being; from the tips of her ebony horns, down to the soles of her feet. A figure and sculpted musculature that could only be described as Olympian... but even _beyond_that. She was the type of person who was greater than mountains, greater than oceans, greater than the very land that exists beneath your feet. She was the type of person who you'd feel _honored_if she were to merely _gaze_into your direction.

Her figure was divine, with her large, buxom chest that would be impossible to carry on any normal woman. Ah, but she's not normal, is she? Even among demon standards, she was abnormally strong. Her waist was narrow, her hips are wide, and her legs are thick. She has curves in all the right areas, and smooth straights in all others. Anything left? Heh... no... nothing left...

So she was an Olympian being of shear power, yes? Why, yes! But it's more than that! She wasn't just physically might, she was also feminine beauty honed to its absolute perfection. Her strong arms, her powerful legs, her flat and trimmed core that showed extreme athleticism, did very little to pull away from the mature and divine grace she owned. This figure that was perfectly flawless... and this amazing, beautiful face that was positively angelic.

While everything else was absolutely devilish.

From the head of this woman spilled purple hair as long as it was elegant. It flowed down and down and down, all the way to her waist; these wavy locks of shimmering beauty. Lavender in some lights, violet in others, but no less beautiful when you gaze upon it. It was only broken by the thick, onyx _horns_which extended from her head.

They were slick and curved; a marvelous set of horns that wouldn't look out of place atop a bull's head. If she were to bend over and ram forward, she'd easily penetrate any fool unfortunate enough to be standing in her way, and if that happens, there would be no armor strong enough to rebuff her. But they weren't just strong, nor were they so flawless, they were so _exotic_as well. Like everything on Iris' body, it was worth gazing upon for hours on end.

And last, but certainly not least, there is her eyes. Slender, sharp, womanly, red_eyes. Eyes redder than the setting sun. Eyes belonging to a _reptile.

Demon Queen Iris stood on her balcony, one hand resting on its banister, while the other hand casually swiveled a cup of wine around. She was tense and serious, eyeing the lands before her as if searching for some impurity. Or perhaps... she was just passing time. Even more so now than ever before, she had begun thinking about her future. Some would think that with a lifespan as long as hers, she'd freely live her life as she pleased, especially in her position in life. But only foolish rulers waste their time on trite pleasantries when problems need to be solved. And that problem for her was her lack of offspring.

It would be easy for Iris to mate with anyone. She could bed the mightiest dragon, could sleep with a great wizard, could breed with a any number of primordial beings which call Daemonium their home.

But Iris did not want_that. Iris did not want to sleep with any mere creature; she wanted to sleep with a creature that was perfect for _her!_And yes, there is a difference between a 'perfect' being, and a being that's perfect for _her. There is no such thing as a perfect being... well, aside from Iris herself; of course the Demon Queen is perfection! It would be impossible for her to meet any other creature as perfect as she is across the realms of reality! So instead, she searched for a creature who was perfect for her;_her '_perfect' mate.

And hers alone...

Whoever he or she may be, the Demon Queen did not care; she just wanted to find them. And it mattered not how hard or how long she'd need to search. She'd pierce the very fabric of reality to make it happen! If her perfect mate did not exist in Daemonium, then she will _bring_him to Daemonium...

All she needed to do was be patient and wait... wait for the opportune time to strike. And that opportune time...

"Hmm?"

Had finally appeared.

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The vicious pounding of a four-legged beast roared through the city streets of Mordredus. It was a reptilian creature, one with jade scales, sharp black eyes, and a feral mind. Relentless, it rushed through the roads without care for any civilians it passed, desperate to carry its driver to his destination. And that driver... he had his eyes locked on one place, and one place alone.

Castle Mordredus.

The rider of the reptilian horse paced himself as he saw the palace come into view. His heart rate even quickened, far faster than it had been just moments ago. Was he afraid? Yes, he was afraid; this was his queen's castle! But he did not slow his beast, for he knew that hesitation was not an option. This information he had... it _needed_to be shared.

As he came to the front gates of the mighty castle, the knight dismounted his steed, and rushed up to the two guards on duty. In retaliation, they readied their spears, pointing it towards him as he stepped forward.

"Stand down!" snarled one of the guards as he glared at the knight, "What business do you have returning to Castle Mordredus, soldier!?"

"I return from Suhn Matte!" replied the knight as he brought his hand to his helm, "I have information from the plains. Information the queen must know about!"

"Information that could not be sent by messenger?" replied one of the guards, "You had to abandon your post in order to share this? Do you wish to waste the queen's time with your idle worries!? She has no time to suffer foolish banter! Bah! I should rend the life of a fool such as yourself!"

"It's not like that!" replied the knight as he removed his helm.

In doing so, he revealed his wicked visage. Flesh that was charred black, eyes that were bright and orange, sharp ears and horns on his head, and nostrils that flared like those of a pig. He was an imp, one of the many demons that made up the people of this land.

"The_Tempest_... it has returned," he said to his fellow soldiers, his voice deathly serious.

The two stiffened upon hearing this, and the hold they had on their spears began to quake. Looking at one another, they wondered if they should take his statement seriously. But this shaking eventually became a quaking, and this quaking exploded into a deep yet roaring laughter. The sound of their belittling uproar caused the imp to pull back, confusion on his face as they made light of the situation.

"Is that all!?" asked one of the guards, "You came rushing back here because of some wee little storm!? Rrgggh...! WHY!?" he pointed his javelin towards the imp, making him step back, "I should kill you on the spot for such cowardice! What demon are you to fear wind and rain and--"

" Let him in."

A voice echoed out over the area, one that brought a hushed silence upon them all. Every demon around - be they civilian or guard - grew wide eyed as the command caught their attentions. One by one they all turned, eyes shifting towards the magnificent black castle which made up the heart of their land. Even the once vicious and belittling guards grew meek, as they turned to face the doors they defended.

"My... Queen...?" muttered one of them.

" I said: let him in," the sultry voice repeat, shaking him to his core, " I will not repeat myself..."

And the gates they were in front of - the ones they were charged to defend - began to open. It was not by their own control however, nor was it by the control of the guards who command the gate's gears within. No, it was as if some mystical force was commanding the titanic gates to part and open, with no one in control of them. No, that's not true; someone was in control... it just wasn't any of them.

As the gates were open before their eyes to reveal the pathway leading up to the castle proper, the two guards on duty parted to allow the imp safe passage inside. But the imp himself hesitated, needing a few seconds to swallow his spit. He was even more scared now than ever before, and needed to ready himself.

It took a few moments longer than he'd care to admit, but he eventually called his steed to attention. But even the vicious beast had grown humbled by the voice, and even whimpered with he began tugging on its reigns. Still he mounted it, and after a few more shakes, he caused the beast to slowly move along the bridge into the castle within.

Upon coming to the castle's front doors, the imp dismounted from his steed while the entrance before him began opening. On the other end were maids and butlers, all of whom were completely silent, though they still gave the soldier an honorable bow. He couldn't bring himself to do the same.

He was shivering in his boots, and the ethereal design of the castle only added to his growing fear.

When the imp stepped inside, it was like he was entering into a void space. The hall of Castle Mordredus were as grand as they were opulent. Black walls with purple rugs and curtains, stain glass windows, and portraits, many, many_portraits. Almost all of which were of _Iris.

And he swore the portraits of his queen were _watching_him.

The halls had knights who stood as tall as statues, guarding every inch of the castle, and wearing wicked black armor which was far superior to what he was wearing at the moment. Any of these knights - the queen's personal guard - could easily kill him thrice over without him laying even a scratch on their pristine form. He did his best not to match the eyesight of any of these faceless knights, as the glow red glow from beneath their helms instilled a deep fear within him.

So when a voice suddenly said,

"This way, sir."

He...

"Gah!?"

Jumped back.

It was a maid, one who was lithe, with a furry body, a cotton tail, and two large ears. A rabbit with brown fur and blazing red hair. She exuded professionalism, and held a level of poise befitting for a maid within the queen's court, and it showed as she remained completely calm, even with him shivering in place.

"The queen will see you in her throne room," continued the maid as she guided him forward, "Please, follow me."

"R-right... y-yes..." he said, nodding furiously as the composed maid led him along a predetermined path.

Following behind closely, they walked through the halls which were alight thanks to the yellow flames of their candles. It felt like forever; walking through the Gothic halls of the queen's castle, watching as the halls went on and on and on. The maid navigated them with a practiced ease, while the imp struggled to keep his heart from bursting from his chest. He was even getting impatient, his mouth opening to ask--

"When are you--"

"We've arrived."

"Huh?"

His eyes looked up as they came to a door, one far larger than any other door they had passed in the hall. It was more like the front doors to the castle itself thanks to their grand size! And much like the gates outside, it was guarded by two mighty knights, though they spoke not a word to the imp nor the maid.

Once more, the massive doors slid open with no input from the guards, nor the maid, nor the imp. And as they parted, they revealed a purple and gold rug on the other end, one which stretched through a mighty chamber towards the distance. The royal throne room was as grand as it was elegant; a massive room with pillars lining the rug, which would guide one's gaze down towards the staircase at the end. And at the top of this staircase was the royal throne itself. A mighty chair, colored black, lined with gold, and with a wicked crimson jewel glowing atop it in the center.

But there was no one in the throne, for it was completely empty, taking the imp by surprise.

"M-my Queen...?" he called out.

"Over here, Tetrik..."

Tetrik... that was his name. Astonishing, for they had never met before. He has been in the queen's presence before, but never once have they held a conversation with one another, and never once had he given her his name. So for her to already know it was both honoring... and horrifying. It caused him to shiver in place, but he quickly steeled his nerves to face the direction where the voice came from.

There was a woman there, standing before the panoramic windows of the throne room... of _her_throne room. Her back was to him, allowing him to see her glorious figure. She was far, far taller than he was, and far larger as well. From her head spilled luscious purple hair which extended all the way to her hips, and from her bottom slithered a thick reptilian tail. The backless dress she wore was as black as her halls, with a grand umbrella gown which flowed around her feet. Arms crossed beneath her bosom, she casually swiveled a cup of wine around in one hand, while her eyes gazed out the wide windows towards her metropolis.

After a few moments, Tetrik approached the woman, who turned to face him. She had the wonderful face of a mature woman, with eyes as piercing red as the skies above. The bodice she wore also helped to draw attention and flaunt her ever so ample bosom. But draw his gaze up, and on her head resting between her horns, was a symmetrical black, gnarled crown, one with a red jewel in the center of it.

It is said that the ruler of Mordredus has a soul stone placed in their crown. You know what a soul stone is? It's a wonderful mineral, one as strong and as resilient as it is beautiful, but it comes with a price. And that price is - as you may suspect - your soul. That is unless you're strong enough to withstand it. If anyone else were to place her crown upon their head, they'd be dead before they even hit the floor.

"Q-Q-Queen Iris," Tetrik whispered, making the demoness before him give a regal sounding giggle.

"Fufufufufufufu~ dear Tetrik," she said as she began walking towards him, her heeled feet sending not only clicks through the throne room, but also rumbles through his very being, "You have returned with information from Suhn Matte, correct? Information I wish to be privy too... pray tell, what is it you have come to say?"

"H-huh? O-oh! Yes!"

Quickly he dropped to his knees, bowing before his queen and causing her to giggle in a teasing manner. He almost forgot his manners before his ruler, a mistake he will not make again. Iris was being rather forgiving however, and after a few more moments, she gently raised her hand, giving him the OK to stand.

"Now then, Tetrik," Iris said as she watched him stand, "The information. I _demand_to know it."

"Yes, yes, my queen!" he said as he nodded rather furiously, before bowing his head, "The Tempest has returned, Queen Iris! It floats over Suhn Matte..."

"I see... and what has it created?" Iris inquired as her eyes squinted in upon him.

And Tetrik? He could _feel_it. He could feel the pressure of his queen's eyes, penetrating him and his very soul. It took him off guard and he found himself struggling to even swallow his spit. So when he did speak...

"S-s-s-s-s-stone! S-stone! A-a-a-a-and brick! Stone and brick! M-m-my Queen!"

"Stone and brick? Stone and brick..." Iris repeated to herself.

A sigh left her lips and her eyes closed, thinking upon this information as she brought her wine glass to her lips. Taking a sip of it once, twice, thrice, she seemed to confirm something to herself as she began nodding.

"Does... the stone and brick look familiar to you?" Iris asked, causing Tetrik to once again jolt."

"N-no, my Queen," he answered, "It's... it's a strange mineral, shaped and carved in a manner that we've never seen before. The structures... they are... _alien_to us. It's not like Mordredus, or any lands ever visited before. It's... it's as if it's not from our realm..." he closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath, "What... what will you have us do, my Queen?"

Her lips left her cup.

"Easy...nothing," she answered, making his eyes grow wide.

Tetrik looked up towards Iris, stunned by what she said so casually. She had stationed him and his men at Suhn Matte specifically to search for the Tempest, yet now that it has appeared, she wishes for them to do_nothing?The Tempest only appears once every... why, once every _100 years!_He'd expect her to do _something!

But when he looked at his queen, she had returned to looking out the window with her back to him. Tetrik - not knowing what to say about the situation - couldn't help but to bring himself to speak.

"Beg your pardon, my Queen?" he asked, to which Iris tightened her stance.

"Return to your post Tetrik," she said, further surprising him, "Your duty has come to a close."

"But, my Queen, the tempest!"

"Don't. Make. Me. Repeat. Myself."

Her words... they didn't just echo into his ears, they _pushed down_upon him. An intense pressure was exerted upon Tetrik's body, feeling like tons upon tons of weights had been placed on his shoulders. But when he looked back, he saw nothing. It was surreal; he had never experienced something like this before! Even his even his voice got caught in his throat; he couldn't even give a gasp of surprise! Was this Iris' doing?

He looked up to his queen, but she kept her back on him. At the same time, he felt his heart rate spike to near ludicrous levels within his chest. Gripping it, Tetrik was afraid his heart may erupt from this pressure!

But...

"Gaaaaah!!! Haaah! Haaaah!"

Just as soon as it happened, it subsided. The intense pressure Tetrik felt on him left, leaving him none the worse for wear save for a thin layer of sweat. And yet he collapsed to the ground, gasping desperately for breath as he looked up at Iris with eyes wide.

Should he say something? Should he do something? Or should he just get up and run out of here as fast as he could? Iris herself seemed rather uncaring about the situation, as she didn't even bother to look back at him.

"Something the matter, Tetrik?" she asked casually, "Do you want me to call you in one of my nurses for aid?"

He shook his head 'no'.

...

"You're aware of what you're asking me... right, my Queen?"

"Of course I am. I don't do anything without giving it forward thought."

This area... this area... this area...

This area was a truly _wicked_place...

The Wizards Court of Castle Mordredus is an area spoken of by very, very few. And those who do speak of it, are likely those who are there working. To keep it simple, the Wizard's Court is where the Queen's personal mages, witches and spellcasters, all perform their arcane studies to further their art.

What they do here under the Queen's watchful eye is known only to a rare few, for most who come into these halls are never seen again. The spells are so cruel and relentless that they border upon shear torture, and the guinea pigs unfortunate enough to find themselves in here, are typically prisoners of Iris' war campaigns. Thus when you come into these halls, you typically hear the wails of pain as many breathe their last.

For Mistress Fenrir... it was like an alarm clock.

A dark elf, her skin was of an ebony complexion, with green eyes and silver-white hair that fell all the way to her feet. Her figure however was voluptuous and sensual, with a cold, mature grace to her. She carried herself with a refinement appropriate for someone so close to the Queen, something only magnified by her... let's say_infamous_reputation.

Mistress Fenrir was Demon Queen Iris' highest and most trusted witch. Friends since childhood, the duo spent many a day learning the magical arts alongside one another. And though those days were long since put behind them, their relationship continued to prove itself a fruitful one of mutual respect. Whenever Iris needed something magically done, she knew she could turn to Fenrir for aid. And when it comes to something like this, heh, she trusted no one else.

She rested upon her own personal throne within the center of the court, perched as her elegant robes were draped upon her body. A book in one hand and a staff in the other, she gazed eye to eye with her Queen as Iris stood on the opposing end of this circular room. Both appeared tense amid their conversation, as Fenrir could even fear a slight stirring in the air emanating from the Demon Queen.

"If the Tempest has returned, then the walls between realms have started waning," Iris stated whilst crossing her arms, "So if I am to find my perfect mate, we must act now."

"I am aware of this, my Queen," Fenrir said whilst looking up to the ceiling of the domed room, "I only thought you'd wait a few days before acting. We're not sure how fragile this Tempest is."

"I know, and perhaps it is best to wait, but my patience for the situation runs then," Iris retorted, "I do not plan on dying any time soon, but it would be ignorant of me to not have offspring during a time of relative peace like this. Soon I will continue my campaign against Arma, and I desire to have children in place in case I..." she shook her head, "No... I will not even entertain something so impossible. Still..." her gaze grew intense, "It has been several hundred years since the Tempest last formed. If I am to bring my perfect mate here, it will either be now, or in another hundred or so years... if that, considering how erratic the Tempest can be. I will not wait when we are as close as we are now."

Fenrir leaned up in her chair, her eyes closing as she feel into thought. Iris had planned and waited centuries for this, and the dark elf could sense her Queen's excitement. It brought a smile to the witch's lips, finding it cute how childish her Queen was acting. Iris, noticing this smile, raised an eyebrow at Fenrir, and placed her fists upon her hips.

"What's so funny, Mistress Fenrir?" Iris inquired.

"Ufufufu... nothing, my Queen. Nothing," she replied, before raising her hand, "We have both been preparing centuries for this day. So... are you ready to start?"

"I have been ready for nearly a thousand years," Iris replied, a devilish smirk adorning her lips, "I will not be denied much longer!" her head then tipped up to the skies glass ceiling overhead, gazing upon the red skies of Daemonium, "With the Tempest, we'll penetrate the fabric of reality, and bring my perfect mate here!" her eyes closed, "My perfect... mate..."

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Act 2: Awaken, Foolish Hero

My perfect mate...

My perfect mate...

My perfect mate...

My perfect mate...

My perfect...

"Hmm... mmphh... my... perfect mate... hnmmph... mmmff..."

"Your perfect what...?"

"Hnnng... hmm...? Wh-what?"

Wonky. He felt... wonky. Like up was down... and down was up. Did he drink too much last night? Well, the answer is yeah; he did drink too much last night! But this wasn't the same as a hangover; he already dealt with that this morning. No, this was like... like...

Don't you know when you spend all day at a pool, and then you get out of the pool, and yet you can still feel the phantom motions of water brushing against your body? Like your in an invisible sea? Yeah, that's what he felt; like he was wading through an invisible sea. All he had to call upon were those strange, distance words.

My perfect mate...

"Hey... Kroda... you're looking out of it... did you do drugs last night or something?"

"Rrgh... shut up Frank..."

Brown eyes opened... deep_brown eyes. Staring over, they peered outside of a window, seeing not but green fields that went on and on and on and on. In the distance, he could see what once were farmlands, with many an aged barn still looking over them. And beyond them, he could see the mountain ridge; their _destination.

Ah, but, yes, who is he? Who is the young man currently waking up in the passenger side seat of his friend's jeep? Why... he was a lion! And his name was Kroda, Kroda Stagg. His frame was large, his stature healthy, his fur was golden in color and his mane... ah... his mane was just as brown as his eyes were. Both of which appeared well groomed beneath the red and black plaid shirt he wore.

But he was a young man. Not college age young, mind you; he's in no rush to wake up at the crack of dawn again to ride three buses to his community college again! But he wasn't some thirty-year-old cat either, being instead in his mind twenties.

Despite his species and build, there was this goofy, lighthearted air about Kroda. Maybe it was because of his smile, which appeared on his lips even as he begrudgingly awoke form his rest. Looking over, his eyes fell on the man beside him, the one currently driving the jeep they were in.

He was a mouse. Gray fur, brown hair, a far more slanky appearance, and this questionable grin on his face.

"If you did do some drugs last night, you know I won't tell, right?" the mouse said, garnering a punch to his shoulder, "Ooow! Kroda! I'm driving here!"

"Shut up, Frank!" the lion said as he straightened up on his seat, "I just got this job and it requires a drug test; I'm not going to fuck it up by getting high before I start out!" he leered at him, "That sounds like some stupid stuff _you'd_do!"

"Hey, I take offense to that!" Frank said with a shake of his head, "I'd say that's Sally's more likely to be caught with drugs in her blood than I am, thank you very much!" he stiffened up as his eyes coasted over the dashboard, "Hnnnmm... uh... don't tell her I said that when we arrive."

"Oh, I'm telling her _immediately_when we arrive," Kroda retorted with a grin, causing the mouse to groan and palm his face.

"Gggh... there's no having fun around you," he bemoaned, "Jeeeeeze! The moment you become a working man, you get all stiff and boring. Is this what those commercials are talking about? About us becoming our parents or something?"

"Haah... can this damn jeep ride be any longer!" Kroda said in an exasperated manner as he rolled his window down, "I should've just road with John the previous night if I was just going to hear you wax poetic! Haaah... fuuhhh..." his nostrils flared, taking in the natural air scent through the open window, "Your jeep smells terrible, by the way."

"Eh.. uhh... um..." he pointed to the glove department, "I have some spray in there, you can use it."

"Some spray...? That means you know the jeep smells bad!"

Straightening up further, Kroda leered at his friend, who continued grinning like the fool he was. And despite his annoyance with the jeep's odor... heh, he couldn't help but to start grinning along. Soon after, the two of them began laughing in unison, their uproar audible to the cars around them... if there _were_any cars around them.

On these calm, autumn days, the roads leading to and from the city of Eastgate were silent. Then again, with how rural certain parts of Eastgate are, the city usually had a more sleepy and tranquil atmosphere when compared to its sister city of Document. There was a silence out there, and with the endless roads with grasslands on both sides, one could easily drive into the distance and just... vanish.

Save for the rather out of place gas station which broke up the foliage.

"Oh! Heads up!" said Frank as he pointed at the structure, "There's John and Sal. Let's meet up."

Kroda nodded, and the duo soon drove up to the gas station's parking lot. The excitement emanating from the two was palpable, what with the mouse's ever growing grin, and the speeds at which the lion grabbed at his belt buckle. Then again, that could be his desire to break free from the odor of his friend's jeep. Seriously, what was Frank doing in here yesterday? Actually... he'd rather not know.

"Finally, you two showed up," a jeering, snarky voice called out, causing Kroda to look over.

"Hey... it's nice to see you too, Sal," he replied with equal sass.

And who could that come from? Why, the blonde canary at his side. Sally was a woman as petite as she was scathing, with her silver tongue and sharp blue eyes. The only thing that could match her silver tongue, would have to be her sense of style. Kroda was wearing some plaid shirt and jeans, John likewise, making the two look like a pair of lumberjacks. The canary? Hah! She was wearing a turtleneck sweater and bell-bottom jeans with boots on. Yes, boots! Only she could pull something like that off.

"What took you two so long?" Sally asked asked whilst putting her fists upon her hips.

"Oh... you know," Frank said, answering for Kroda, "Big guy over here decided to drink last night, so I had to spend a good half an hour or so just trying to pull him out of his bed. Though if you ask me..." he placed his hand to his mouth and pointed at the lion with his thumb in a mock secret manner, "I think our big cat here decided to enjoy some of Andrei's good stuff, if you catch my drift," Grab!"H-hey! Watch the arm!"

But Kroda didn't, and just pulled the mouse over while giving him a death glare. Getting the hint, the mouse laughed it off, while Sally rolled her eyes.

"Good to know," she muttered, not taking Frank's words too seriously, "So, Kroda. Hows it feel? This'll be your first _real_job since college, won't it?"

"Heeeey... you make it seem as if working at a gas station isn't a 'real job'," the lion replied, making her smirk.

"Because it's not... especially what you were doing," she retorted, "That was nothing even close to 'working'," then she turned, gazing over her head towards the truck behind her, "Hey, John! Get your ass up. I know you can hear Frank and Kroda."

"Really? That's them?" replied a cool voice in a mocking manner.

A hand appeared upon the edge of the truck, followed by a young wolf as he pulled himself up. His fur was black, though it turned more and more white the closer it came to his midsection. His hair was black too, being a bit wild as it fell down to his neck. His eyes though? Hazel, and oh so nonchalant.

"Hey, John," Kroda said, causing the wolf to raise an eyebrow.

"Why the long face?" he replied whilst hopping over the truck's edge, joining them on the ground, "Being downtrodden is not your style. That's more Sal," Punch!"Nmmm... okay... I deserved that..."

"There'll be more than that if you keep being bitchy," Sally said, leering sharply at the wolf. He merely rolled his eyes.

"Well... everything ready, right?" John said as he gave Kroda a smile, "You and Frank got your things? Especially you, Frank?"

"What? Me? Why am I getting singled out?" the mouse asked.

"Because you're _always_forgetting something," Sally replied whilst pointing at him, "You remembered to bring your suitcase this time, right?"

"Haaah... gosh you guys, you're no fun," Frank groaned.

"Look, we're all here to have fun," John said as he stepped forward, "At the risk of sounding childish... we're all not kids anymore. We've got jobs and... getting together like this just isn't happening as frequently as it used to be. And now that Kroda has his new job, it'll probably be until summer where we can all just get together and hike like we used to. So..." he smiled and puffed up his chest, "Let's get moving! My uncle's old log isn't going to warm itself. A little weekend get away; just the four of us. It'll be fun."

They all looked at John, feeling the emotion within his little rant. It was true that they were getting older, making it harder to just hang out. Sure, they could go to bars, but often times Sally couldn't be there. Then what about movies? Tch, usually both John and Frank couldn't see them because of their duties. A day like this - a weekend like this - when they were all just alone... they weren't going to occur much more often.

Still, leave it to Kroda to suddenly start smiling, laughing too. It drew his friends gaze over, watching as he flashed them a bit, toothy grin.

"Were you working on that speech all night or something?" he asked of the wolf, making John gaze back.

"Well... a little," he replied, before smiling back, "Eh, whatever, let's just get going before I change my mind. Just like the old days; climbing up through Blackwood Trail, just the four of us! Only with a bit more beer..."

The four all nodded, with Frank turning to once again get into his car, and Sally and John doing likewise. But Kroda stood there as he placed his hands into his jacket's pockets. Looking over his shoulder, his brown eyes stared up to the mountain they were heading towards, where he took in a deep deep breath.

Words began replaying in his head... he could hear them...

My perfect mate...

A_storm_was brewing...

...

Blackwood Trail was a popular hiking spot on these mountains. Oh, I'm sorry I need to correct that statement. Ahem!

Blackwood Trail _used_to be a popular hiking spot on these mountains. There, that's more accurate.

In their youths, they remembered heading up these trails many a times. It was safe enough a trail that children could walk them unsupervised, and offered more than just a beautiful view of the area around them. The dirt path and signposts were the only markings of man out here, with nary a banister or guard rail here or there. It was just... nature.

Kroda liked nature. He couldn't tell you why he liked it... but he did, and that's that. There were many beautiful things about it: the sights it offers, the wonderful smells that dance upon his nose, and the sounds which can echo for miles around, just to name a few. Even now as a groan man in his stupid plaid shirt and jacket, he felt the same giddiness he felt as a child. Only thing they were missing was the son they'd sing.

Though Frank wanted to change that.

"Oh we--"

"If you start singing. I will rip out your tongue."

"Oh... ahh... come on guys..."

Honesty, Sally didn't even need to yell at her friend. She could have simply glared at the mouse, and he would have fallen into place immediately! Still, he chuckled and smiled back, while both Kroda and John shook there head. Though...

"I wouldn't have minded singing like the old days," the lion quipped, this time gaining a death glare from the petite canary with them.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that," she stated, before turning to face up the trail, "Jeeze, you idiots, we're not kids any more. If we sing that stupid ass song, I'll fucking die..." she cracked the bones in her neck, "As if this walk isn't killing me already..."

"Don't say that, Sal," Kroda said as he placed his arm upon her shoulder, "Just cuz we're older doesn't mean this is any less fun for us, and yes, that includes you. Besides, we can all have some alone time from the hustle and bustle of city life. Just because Eastgate is a little more rural than Document or Bellview, it doesn't make it any less obnoxious."

"Yeeeaaah... ugh..." Sally pointed forward, "How much longer 'till we get to your uncle's lodge, John? These boots are killing me..."

"That's why you should dress more practical, and not for fashion," the wolf stated, ignoring the death glare she gave him in response, "Besides, you should remember; we used to all run up this path together in your youth."

"Yes, in our youth," she replied, "It's been, like, ten years!"

"H-hey! Don't say that!" Frank muttered, his ears and tail falling down, "Makes me feel old..."

Grrrrrgggghhmmmbbbbblllleeee...!

"Hnmmm..."

They all looked up, faces bending into a downtrodden manner as they looked to the skies overhead. They had noticed it during their drive here, but the planned excursion could not be canceled. A storm had begun forming, despite the fact that the weather called for clear skies all weekend long. Summer may be over, but these damned surprise storms were still destined to occur.

"Let's hurry this up before that gets here," Kroda muttered, "I do not want to get all that rain in my fur."

"Tch... fur? Imagine what that'll do to my plumage?"

"Uh... not much?" Frank said, "Wings are made of a material that makes it easier for water to slide off. You should instead imagine what all that rain is going to do to us."

"Make you fools look shaggy as all hell? Or... even _shaggier_than you three already are?" Sally quipped, to which they glared at her... only to nod in agreement with her. Dammit, she was insulting them, but when they did something as stupid as nod, the canary couldn't help but to chuckle along.

"Alright you idiots, let's just keep going!" she said with a smirk as she began pushing on, "Gosh... I can't believe I'm still friends with you idiots..."

"Probably because we're the only person who can stand to deal with your nonsense?" Kroda countered whilst walking up to her, his shoulder bumping against hers, "There's not a lot of people who can standing constantly getting snarked on."

"Hgggghh..."

She puffed her cheeks up and shot him a glare, but with Kroda and his smile on his lips, she couldn't stay mad at him forever. She's tried, but she always fails. So instead she punched his shoulder, garnering a mock 'ouch' form his lips. But then John stepped forward, pointing through the clearing of foliage towards a lodge cabin in the distance.

"There it is!" he announced, making everyone stop, "Uncle's cabin."

It was old... but calling it old felt wrong. Instead, you would call it... rustic? Yeah, you'd call it 'rustic', for calling it rustic gives it this certain vibe that makes it feel... warm. A log cabin, resting on a field of grass next to a clear pond. Fenced off from the rest of the world by meager log stumps placed into the ground, the cabin truly felt like a place one would retreat to in order to escape the hustle and bustle of life. It barely stood at a story tall, nor did it take up much square space on the land. But the sights of the mountain from its porch, and the shear level of _silence_it offered, simply could not be beaten.

Seeing it reminded them of simpler days of childhood. Just scampering about without a care in the world, before things like 'jobs' and 'rent' and 'bills' began dominating their mind. But for Kroda, it did something else.

John, Frank and Sally all began walking faster to make it to the cabin, but the lion stood still by himself. Resting his fists on his hips, he allowed a smile to dance upon his lips while the wind blew wistfully around him. For some reason, gazing upon the log cabin filled Kroda with a sense of... longing. Yes, longing. But what was it he was longing for? Simpler days? Or something more?

And what of that voice he kept hearing...

My perfect mate...

"Hmm...?"

"Hey, Kroda! You coming!?" Frank called.

"Yeah, I'm coming..."

...

Act 3: Of Fiends and Felines

Soft cackles emanated from the fireplace, bringing a toasty air to the log cabin they were in. In a place as aged as this, is it any surprise that it lacked most modern amenities? Yeah, no air conditioning, no heater outside of a stove one, not TV, barely any internet connection (but not _none_thankfully), and not even a bathroom outside of the outhouse. John's uncle really did love his natural living... that is until he met his Russian 'wife' Portnova, but that's besides the point.

Putting it simply, the log cabin was as natural as it was homely. This wasn't a place you came to for the hell if it! It was truly a place you came to just to get away from it all, if only for a little bit.

The warmth which flowed through these wooden logs couldn't be beaten by the heat which came through a vent, and while Kroda wouldn't give up modern living completely, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this natural style of living. Leaning back on John's uncle's couch, watching as the flames flickered in the fire place with a beer in his hand, hearing John and Sally arguing about... something, just felt so soothing. Only thing he needed was the later volume of Demon Slayer and he'd be set!

What...? He's not allowed to like manga?

It was later in the day now. The sun had already set, painting the skies dark. It ha called for a beautiful night without clouds, and with them on the mountainside as they were, they should be able to see the moon. _Should_be able to, for those clouds from before had formed into a gnarly gray mass. It looked like it would start raining soon, but it never did. Instead, the air just felt kind of motionless and still, as if all wind had been diminished. It was difficult to explain.

"Alright you guys, alright!" Frank suddenly shouted, causing everyone to stare at the mouse as he leaned upon the fireplace's frame, "Hey! Hey! I'm talking here!"

"And we're fucking paying attention," Sally replied with a sneering glare, "What the hell's wrong with you?"

"Did you drink too much?" John asked, to which the mouse stared back.

"I only had one can," Frank replied, making both the wolf and canary nod.

"Meaning yes, you did drink too much," John muttered, "You've always been a lightweight."

"Haaah... look! It doesn't matter!" Frank said as he slammed his fist upon the fireplace's frame, "Listen guys! Hhaah... like John said earlier, we're not kids anymore, ya'know? I just wanted to add on to what he said and stuff... like..." he sighed as he stared out the window, "Sometimes... sometimes I just look back and wonder where all the time went. John spends more time traveling for his job, Sally's always at her office, I'm always teaching and... and now Kroda's going to be a bodyguard for that... Girl Poison chick or whatever... hah... I just can't believe it, ya'know? Haaha...sniff..." his arm covered his face, "Where has all the time gone?Waaaaaaaah!!!"

His mocking crying echoed throughout the cabin, making John chuckle and Sally roll her eyes. Kroda however stood up from the couch, took a few steps towards his friend, and then grabbed his arm, forcing it away from the mouse's face to reveal a wide, teasing grin.

"Won't you stop," Kroda said, countering Frank's grin with one of his own, "Isn't acting like an overly emotional, sentimental goofball _my_job?"

"Well..._normally_it is, but someone's been dazed all throughout the day!" Frank retorted as he placed his hand on the lion's shoulder, "You're really not doing a good job of convincing me that you're not doing drugs secretly behind our back."

"Ugh... won't you stop?" Kroda bemoaned before turning to face his other friends as well, "Look, I get it. We're all getting older and our jobs are pulling us away but... ya'know," he smiled and chuckled, "That doesn't mean we won't be friends! We'll just have to really - and I do mean _really -_make the most of our time together. Sooooo!" he rose his bear can, causing the others to do likewise, "I propose a toast! To the future, and whatever it may bring!"

"To the future!" they all said in unison, their cans drifting forward where--

Clank!

Followed by a...

Fwwooooosssshh....!

"Hmm? Who turned out the lights?"

"There's no lights in this cabin, Frank. The fire went out," John answered, "Haaaah... crap..."

Everything was bright one moment... and completely dark the next. As the wolf stated, the fire had gone out, completely basking the cabin's living room in darkness. But it was more than that, for _all_of the lamps also blew out at the exact same time, basking them in nothing but shadows. The quartet could barely see the people in front of them, with the only light coming through the window... and that wasn't much at this time of night.

"Haaah... man... doesn't matter if you're in my shitty apartment or in a log cabin; the fucking lights keep going off!" Sally growled, while John steppe back.

"Shit... uh... hey, Kroda, can you go and pick up the gas can from the garage? I'll get the candles ready."

"Yeah, sure. Haaaaah..."

After putting his beer can down, Kroda made way for the exit, nearly tripping over a few objects as he did so. Stepping outside though, he felt that same eerie stillness of air that he noticed before. He didn't know what suspended animation felt like, but he figured it was something like this. Devoid of life... yeah, that's the best way to describe it.

So... what was with this eerie, etherealglow? Looking left and right through the plans outside of the cabin, Kroda swore he saw flicking lights, blinking about in a nearly hypnotic manner. It caused his head to turn up, gazing towards the skies overhead. The strange clouds that had been brewing all throughout the day? They were _spiraling_above them.

Twas a most vicious swirling. A malignant cloud, purple and black in color, twisting and twirling above in an insidious dance. The air around this whirling 'storm' grew thicker and denser as well, for gravity had shifted to become tighter and more powerful. In a strange way, it was as if this 'storm' was both pushing and pulling on the ground.

"What in the world...?" Kroda muttered to himself, confused and bewildered by the otherworldly sight.

Gazing into the eye of this 'storm', the lion did not see the night skies on the other end, but instead saw the color red. It glowed bright and seemed to even _burn,_as if the sun itself had finally exploded and was going to engulf everything. Astonished, all Kroda could do was stare, confused and mesmerized by this sight... before realization began donning upon him, followed by a rush of fear.

But before he got the chance to speak...

ZOOOOOOOM!!! THOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!

A cackling explosion triggered, sending out a plume of darkness which coated the air like smog, and forced Kroda to fall back on his butt. Swallowed whole by the shadows, the lion brought his hands up to block his eyes and mouth. He couldn't see anything, but he could hear the cries of his friends as the door to the lodge opened up.

"KRODA! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?" John shouted.

"I'm fine! I... wh-what was that?" Kroda replied.

"Don't move, I'm com-- wh-what...?" Frank said.

The shadows began dissipating, fading away like fog in the afternoon sun. Finally dropping his hands, Kroda stared up to the skies overhead, where he noticed that the strange storm had suddenly _vanished._But he didn't have much time to think about it... because someone was standing _above_him.

The lion brought his gaze up to this looming figure... and his eyes grew wide.

It was a woman, one who was far taller, and far larger than him as well. Her eyes were a burning red, her hair a luscious purple, and she wore a pitch-black bodice, one which seemed to draw attention to her ample bosom. A long umbrella skirt fell to her ankles, and a small cloak hung from her shoulders, one that was held together via a blue jewel which sat above her chest. Atop the head of this red-eyed woman and resting between her horns, was a symmetrical black, gnarled crown, one with a red jewel in the center of it.

This woman stared upon Kroda, her eyebrow raised in a curious fashion, and her fists on her hips. The lion stared back, both confused yet utterly enthralled by the human woman in front of him... that human woman with demonic, bull-like horns, and devilish, reptilian red eyes. The shear awe this woman exuded was enough to diminish him. This lion... usually proud brave and fearless... had become meek, scared, and practically frozen in his tracks before the woman in front of him.

"Arise my mate..." said the woman, her sultry voice causing his heart to quiver, "And take your place at my...?"

And then she flinched, gazing at Kroda like he was an anomaly himself! She appeared incredulous, as if doubting it was a lion in front of her, almost as if she was expecting someone or something else. The lion could only stare back, before slowly standing up as he shot the woman a confused look of his own.

Shit... even when standing tall, this woman had, like, two feet on him!

"Wait... mate...? What kind of joke is this?" Kroda asked as he looked at the woman... only to start chuckling as if getting a joke, "Ooooooh! I see! Sal! Were you put up to this?" walking forward towards the woman, he got a closer look, taking particular note of her _incredibly_busty chest, "Frank! Did you hire a cosplayer to prank me? I know you'd do this!" looking over the woman's waist, he saw her thick and powerful tail. Expecting it to be fake, he reached out for it, "Won't lie, Sal, this is some good cosplay material here... it almost looks..." his eyes shook, quivering as he looked back up towards the woman's face, "It almost looks real..."

"Umm... Kroda..." Sally said, drawing his eyes over towards the lodge's porch. The canary was standing there, with John and Frank at her side, and all three of them were as confused as he was, "That's not me..."

Kroda looked back to the woman, who started staring around in a circular manner. She was just as confused as they were, and seemed to peel apart the land around her with her deadly red eyes.

"Fenrir!" she shouted, "Where are you!? Fenrir!? Fenrir!"

Where was this? This was not the inside of her castle! She was outside? Outside where? And what was going on with the night sky? Why was it so _bright!?_What was that in the skies? _Stars!?_There are _no_stars in Daemonium! And the moon? Why was it so _white!?_It's supposed to be red! RED!

"Where am I!?" the strange woman shouted.

"Umm... Blackwood Trail...?" Frank answered as he stepped down from the porch, walking up to Kroda and the woman, "Uhh... did... did you like... get lost or something?"

The woman did not answer Frank, instead bawling her hands into fists as she began ruminating with rage.

"I see now..." she growled, "This must be Arma's doing! That foolish wretch! I'll slaughter her for this invasion!"

"Invasion...?" Frank repeated, before sighing and slumping over, "Greeatt... looks like someone got lost from Eastgate Mental Ward."

"Umm... Frank...?" Sally said, her head shaking, "I wouldn't get close to her..."

"Aaaah! It's fine! I used to work at a hospital, remember? I know how this stuff works!" the mouse said, ignoring his friend's warning, "I'll just..." he then reached out for the woman, "Help her back down the mountain," he smiled at her, "Come here Ma'am! I'll get you back to the ward!"

His hand touched her forearm.

Her eyes grew intense.

THWAK!

A swat. That's all it was. A mere swat of her hand. Similar to how you'd swat at a fly that annoys you. That's all the woman did. She merely swatted at Frank.

And sent his body flying.

The back of her hand struck his jaw, launching him up and causing his body to twirl like a spiraling football. He twisted through the air for what felt like an eternity, before landing face first into the grass below, completely and utterly unconscious. Everyone stared at his limp body, completely silent, while the amazon of a woman stood tall and glared at him.

"I didn't give you permission to touch me," she snarled, before shifting her gaze to the others, "You fools... you're agents of Arma, aren't you?"

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO ARMA IS!!!" Sally shouted, "DID YOU KILL FRANK!?"

"It doesn't matter," the sultry sounding woman replied as she raised her hands, causing swirling masses of magical power to appear at her fingertips, "If this is a trap, I'll just slaughter you fools for getting in my way. Nothing will stop me from obtaining my perfect mate!"

Fear, confusion, anxiety... and yet through that, Kroda heard that final bit as clear as any day. My perfect mate. Those words had been taunting him all throughout the day, and he had no idea what it meant or who was saying them! But having heard them leave this woman's lips, he realized that _she_was the one who was saying it!

Of course, that didn't make Kroda feel much better, nor did it actually answer any of the questions he had. Whoever this woman was, she clearly had intentions of absolutely _killing_all of them. And from the looks in her eyes as well as the power that seemed infused within her very being, she wouldn't even break a sweat when doing it. The only question wasn't whether or not she was going to slaughter them, but more about... who to _start_with.

Oh... we'll start with him...

The purple-haired woman locked her eyes upon Kroda, causing his blood to tense up. Though he was large of stature, his timid stance showed that he'd never got stuck in a true brawl before. He knows the gym like the back of his hand, but actually putting those physical gains to use outside of sports was new to him.

Didn't matter, because this woman was unlike anyone the lion had ever seen before. From her great size to her deadly eyes, she looked like she could kill him several times before he even hit the floor. And was she wearing _heels!?_Yes, she was wearing honest to god _heels!_High heels at that, which gave a few inches to her already titanic size! But even with heels on, she showed no struggles as she walked upon the ground. If anything, it seemed as if the earth was struggling to hold _her_up!

Oh, shit! He had been ogling her too hard! Before he knew it, this woman had her hand on his collar, lifting him up with one hand - with one hand! -_into the air. Look, Kroda's no lightweight like Frank; he's an honest lion! For her to casually manhandle him with great ease, caused his heart rate to spike from fear... and _attraction.

And how could he not be? Her size, her power, her... ahem... assets, and her face. Her lovely, angelic, yet sinful_face. The kind of face you could get lost in. Even as she looked at him with looks that could kill, her regal nature came through, and her heart-pounding eroticism dripped off of her features. This woman was no woman; she was more like a _goddess. A demonic goddess...

But Kroda was not so attracted to this woman that he ignored the fact that, ya'know, she was going to kill him! An as she lifted him higher and higher, her red eyes seemed to glow even brighter. It was even more sinister than the vortex he bore witness to just moments ago.

But...

Even with this fear...

He had to ask...

"Who are you...?"

The woman cocked her head, confused by his request. And yet, she decided to answer him.

"I am Demon Queen Iris Violetta Mordredus!" she announced with such poise, such ferocity, and such power, that the skies_quivered in shear awe of her, "And you, are _nothing!"

"Ahem... uh... Demon Queen?" Kroda repeated.

On one hand, it sounded so impossible, so extreme, so over the top! On the other hand, this woman was wearing a dress only true royalty would put on, the crown on her head appeared real, the horns, the tail, the eyes were real too! She wasn't just your garden variety human-beastkin hybrid! She was something else entirely! And then there was the way she appeared before him via some strange vortex in the sky, followed by an explosion of energy! Kroda couldn't believe it; he was standing in front of a demon! And not just any demon, a demon queen!

But before the lion could speak about it--

"HEY! LET GO OF HIM YOU CRAZY BITCH!"

Iris and Kroda looked over to the right, their eyes falling on John... with a _knife_in his hand. It wasn't anything impressive however, being nothing more than a kitchen knife. Still, the tip was sharp and the bladed was serrated; anyone would be hesitant around such a thing.

Anyone... but Iris...

She leered at the knife with a flat expression, appearing more insulted by its paltry size than she was threatened by it. John held his ground though, and didn't budge until the Demon Queen released Kroda with a loud-

Thud...

And then she stepped towards John, making him step back. Then she took another step, causing him to once again step back. Another step forward, another step back. Forward, back! Forward! Back! Forward! Back!

"J-j-just stay right there!" the wolf shouted, "And I won't hurt you with this!"

Iris cocked her head.

"Oh you poor, poor fool... you're not going to hurt me at all," Iris replied.

She took a step forward. John rushed forward as well.

"WAIT! JOHNATHAN!" Sally cried out.

His hand and the knife rushed straight for the woman's gut, tearing through her dress and--

Clank!

Breaking.

His knife tore through her dress... and broke...

John pulled back, gazing at the knife hilt he held, and the splintered pieces of metal which extended from it. The rest of the knife sprinkled down upon the ground before them, causing his eyes to look down... before sliding up.

He stabbed through Iris' dress, revealing her abs... and not a single scratch on her body.

She didn't even look _tickled_by it.

"Holy shit..." the wolf muttered, while Iris rolled her eyes.

"That... was pathetic..." she muttered before stepping forwards.

She reached towards John, but he was so astonished by what he saw that it rendered him immobile. Sally's screams fell on death ears, and even the looming shadow of Iris' arm failed to garner a reaction. The Demon Queen was _this_close to grabbing him...

Grab!

"Gotcha!"

Only to be grabbed herself.

Arms. They wrapped around her waist and held close like a wrestler, causing her to straightened up. Face once again annoyed, Iris looked down and then over her shoulder, realizing that it was that lion again. What was he doing? Trying to pick her up? Well... yes, and Kroda soon realized that this was impossible. Iris not only looked big, she weighed a _ton!_His grab only slowed her down! Realizing this, he quickly looked to his friend and shouted at him.

"John, run!"

"But--"

"Don't worry about Frank and I, just you and Sally get out of here!" Grab!"Hyyyh?"

Iris' hand fell upon his shoulder, gripping him and once again picking him up with great ease. This time however, she brought the lion up to face level with her, gazing him in his eye with a perplexed expression. Kroda opened his mouth to speak himself but... fuck...

Have you ever seen eyes so _beautiful_before? Yeah they were red and they burned like the fury of a thousand suns but... they burned with the fury of a thousand suns! Her irises were slit like a reptiles eyes, and they had this soft glow to them. He had never seen eyes so mesmerizing and exotic before...

Iris on the other hand appeared more curious to the lion. Though she believe he - and the rest - were agents of her mortal enemy, Arma, she was now starting to think otherwise. They appeared just as confused as she was, not to mention absolutely horrified. None of them were even putting up a fight; they were just running! If this was Arma's trap, then what was her plan here? To confuse Iris into lowering her guard? Well that's not going to happen. If these fools wanted to play stupid, then so be it; she'll force them to speak sooner or later.

"Who are you?" Iris snarled as she gripped Kroda's face, clinching it tight.

"I uh! Uhhm...! Iuhhh!?"

Nonsensical babbles left him as his eyes darted up and down and all around, but no matter where he stared, it always lead back to Iris. Of course it was, she was the one holding him hostage, but fuck even if she wasn't, he'd find it impossible to not look at her! Not only was she a woman from another world, but she looked like this!

She was towering amazon of shear power, one great enough to manhandle him like he was a kitten. And yet her voice sounded regal and sultry, powerful and mature, refined and erotic. If her physical prowess didn't crush him, her words could, and he was sure of it.

But, right, she asked him a question, right!? He needed to answer it, or this may be the last time he sees _anything_ever again! So...

"I think I'm your perfe--"

Vrrrrrrr! Vrrrrrr!!! VRRRRRRRRMMMMM!!!

"What the...?"

Both Kroda and Iris stared into the direction of the sound, their eyes falling upon the garage next to the cabin. The Demon Queen had never heard such a noise before. It sounded like a dragon's bellow, but it was all wrong and distorted. It felt fake, less like an actual beast was making it, and more like the sound one of those dwarven machines would make.

And she was right.

This metallic chariot roared out of the garage, beaming lights which illuminated the area around them. It drove out upon the grass then turned to face the Iris and Kroda, with the Demon Queen gazing into it to see that wolf and canary from before. They were driving this metallic chariot!

Or in reality... they were driving a truck...

Dropping Kroda, the Demon Queen took a step towards the truck, while John pressed his foot to the gas, causing its engine to rev. He was trying to scare her off, but the sound of it roaring only served to interest Iris more. So she took another step towards it. John revved his engine louder, threatening her with it. But she didn't care, for she kept walking forward. He didn't want to run her over but--

"JUST SLAM IT, JOHN!" Sally yelled into his ear.

And he did.

WHAM!

VRRRRROOOOOOOMMM!!!

Slamming his foot down, John roared towards Iris with as much speed and power as the aged truck could muster. But the Demon Queen did not step out of the way, did not jump or anything! No, she held her ground by parting her legs, giving her a wide stance as she held her hands out. Rushing towards her, all Sally and John could see was Iris' face as it was illuminated by the trucks headlights.

She was smiling.

THOOOM!!!

ERRRRRRRRRKKKKK!!!

They slammed into her... but it felt like they were slamming into a wall. Iris went nowhere, instead remaining firm on the ground like an immovable object. Stunned silent, both John and Sally stared at her, watching as the Demon Queen gave a slight grunt--

"Haah!"

Followed by a flex...

"Hmph!"

And a laugh...

"Fufufufufufu!"

And then she began _lifting_the truck.

No, wait, she didn't just lift the truck, she began _picking it up!_Eyes wide, John and Sally watched as the truck was tipped towards Iris' face, the entire backside of the vehicle dangling in the air behind them.

She didn't even break a sweat.

"Hah!"

And just like that, Iris released her hold on the car...

GA-THUUNNNNN!!!

Causing it to drop with so much force that it not only sent a roar through the forest, but the wheels also popped off, and the doors broke off their hinges. Thankfully, the air bags still deployed, though the impact still dazed both John and Sally.

They fell out of the truck, groaning on the ground while Iris approached them. Her daunting figure caused the two to quickly realize that they were trapped. Even if they ran, they had no doubts that Iris would easily catch up with them. And just as a further showing of her incredible power, the Demon Queen placed her hand upon the hood of the car, and casually flicked it up...

"Hmmph..."

Flinging it over their heads and sending it careening into the garage they came out of. The wood of the garage broke under the weight of the steel carnage tossed upon it, and the oils within quickly erupted into flames. Soon, the entire garage had exploded into a fireball, dancing in the night sky much to the horror of those around... save for the one who caused it.

"Impressive..." Iris remarked in relation to the truck's design, "But ultimately worthless..." her eyes then looked down towards the cowering wolf and canary beneath her, "How much more games is Arma willing to play before I kill you fools? I am now growing bored."

"I swear, I don't know who Arma is!" Sally begged, "Please, we were just fucking hiking!"

"Hmm? Is that so?" Iris said before rolling her eyes, "Okay then... continue playing dumb... I'll just--"

"WAIT!"

It was _him_again, wasn't it? Haaaaaah...

With a groan of annoyance, Iris straightened up and looked over her shoulder, where her eyes fell upon, yup, that lion. Kroda once again stood tall in opposition of her, something that she both found intriguing, yet also found irritating. He had already proven his inadequacy, so why try to stop her?

"Iris, stop!" Kroda said before placing his hand on his chest, "I'm the one you want!"

"Really? And what makes you think that?" the Demon Queen asked as she turned to face him directly, "Why would you possibly be the one I am after?"

"Because I know why you're here!" he stated, "I know what you're after!"

And that... caused Iris to raise an eyebrow. He knew why she was here? Wait... before that metal chariot interrupted them, he was going to tell her something... but, no, that had to be a joke, right? Hmmm...

"Really?_You_know why I'm here?" Iris asked whilst stepping towards him, "And what may that be, lion?"

"It's... it's... umm..." he stopped and shook his head, "Wait, no! Please! Before we go on any further, just free my friends! They have nothing to do with this! Let them go!"

"Hmmmm..."

She looked at him, her head turned up... then she looked over at John and Sally, who was still cowering together. Oh yeah, and Frank was still completely unconscious. If they were agents from Arma, they certainly did not impress.

But the lion? Oh, he did. There was something about him that she couldn't quite put her finger on. He was scared of her yes, but he still stood his ground. Did he not know who she was? Was he somehow unaware of Demon Queen Iris? That's impossible!

Unless...

No...

Wait...

The spell...

Did it?

Could it possibly have...?

Was she actually...?

No...

No...

No!

She refused to entertain it!

She'll get her answers first, then she'll decide what to do next!

So...

"Fine..." Iris said as she pointed at them, "Your friends may leave, but you stay..."

"What? That's insane!" John shouted, only for-- Grab!"Huh?"

Iris' tail. It extended out, acting like a tendril where it wrapped around the wolf's waist. Lifting him up, she was brought over to Frank's body, causing him to gawk in shear surprise.

"Take him with you," Iris ordered as she crossed her arms, "Before my mercy wears thin..."

John looked at Iris, ready to once again argue against her, only to be silenced by Kroda's gaze. The lion was scared, let that be known! But he cared more for his friends than he did his own life at the moment. That's the point of being a bodyguard, isn't it? To guard others with your body? Heh...

"Just do it, John," Kroda said, causing his friend to nod.

"I'm... going to call the police once we get reception," the wolf said as he picked up Frank's body, holding him piggyback, "Until then... be safe..."

The lion nodded, then brought his eyes back to Iris. And then the two entered a standoff, neither side saying a word as John ran to Sally, then the two began running off. They looked over their shoulders towards their friend a few times, they even looked like they wanted to stay... but they knew if they did, all of them would be killed by this Demon Queen. So they got running, just hoping they could call the authorities in time.

"I dare say, you are a courageous man," Iris remarked, her sultry voice flowing through the air, "You do your species proud, lion... even if your strength is... lacking."

"I'll have you know that I can bench press over a... ahh..." he shook his head, "What's the point in even bringing that up? I just watched you lift a fucking car."

"A car...?" Iris repeated as she cocked her head, "Is that what that chariot is called? Interesting..." then she shook her head, dismissing it as she walked towards Kroda, "Now tell me, lion. Why am I here?" her eyes then seized upon him, squinting in a manner that caused his voice to get caught, "And... what is your name?"

That question... this was the first bouts of diplomacy that left Iris' lips. She was neither talking about her status as Demon Queen, screaming about Arma, or proclaiming that she was going to kill them all. And when he had a moment to just calm down and stare at her, to not be in complete and utter fear of her and her relentless power, he realized something.

Holy shit she was fucking hot. The size, the regal tone in her voice, the shear power not only in her eyes, but in physicality as well! She was, like, the perfect woman! Even as her expression grew more and more annoyed with his continued silence, the way she pouted her lip caused him to jolt, his body to tingle, this heat to rush through him, and this certain area of his to start stiffening.

But, right, Iris was still planning on killing him, wasn't she? He needed to answer before she did that!

"My name is Kroda Stagg!" he announced, "And I think I'm your perfect mate!"

And then...

Complete and utter silence...

His face looked a tad desperate as he gazed upon Iris' face. The Demon Queen herself slanted her head slowly, leering at Kroda and checking through his words. Something must have clicked in her head though, because she sighed...

"Haaaah..."

And slumped over...

"Ooooh... I see..." Iris muttered, making the lion tense up. Had he finally gotten through to her? "I am wasting my time here. I'll just _kill_you now."

No. No he had not.

"N-N-N-NO! WAIT! DON'T DO THAT!" Kroda shouted as he rose his arms defensively, "I swear, I think I'm your perfect mate!"

"How_dare_ you make light of my journey?" Iris growled, the reverberations of her voice causing the land to quake around them, "You must be an agent of Arma, one sent to rouse my anger. Surely, if you weren't, you'd never say something so incredibly stupid!"

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't think it was true!" Kroda cried, while the Demon Queen continued marching up towards him, "Iris, I--"

"DEMON QUEEN IRIS!!!" she roared, correcting him, "You do _not_have the right to be casual with me, Kroda! For centuries now, I have searched through Daemonium for my perfect mate. The greatest of knights, the most wonderful of warriors, aristocrats of all kinds, princes and princesses, kings and queens! All have come to me in my quest for my perfect mate, and all of them were lacking! So I tore through the very fabric of reality - I pierced through the Ether itself - in order to bring to me my perfect mate! So what can you - you weak, pathetic feline - offer me that many have failed to do in the past!? What makes you my perfect mate!?"

She was so close now, looming above him like a tower of power. The moon was behind her, casting her face in shadows, save for the deadly gleam of her burning red eyes. It was like gazing into a phantom, one poised to strike.

In fact...

Iris raised her hand, telling Kroda all he needed to know. She was going to strike him down, unless he said something that finally stopped this.

So...

He said quite literally the first thing that came to mind. Hey, if he was going to die here, he was going to at least give her a piece of his mind! And his mind... oh boy, his mind...

"You're fucking beautiful!" Kroda shouted...

And Iris just stopped.

She kept her hand up, but his words tickled her ears and caused her to slump forward slightly. But she didn't strike him... in fact...

"Wh... what...?" Iris whispered, confused by his sudden declaration.

"I said you're beautiful! Not just beautiful, but fucking beautiful! And hot too! I've never seen a woman nearly as sexy as you are! And the way you fucking tossed me around like I weigh nothing! That's really fucking hot!"

Iris looked away and stepped back, causing the moon to once again illuminate her features, revealing her confused face. What was going on with this lion? She was just about to kill him, and for his final words he chose to shower her with praise? Fucking... little lion... haaah...

She actually liked it...

Hearing demons shower her with praise and adoration is one thing; Iris is a figure of true worship in her kingdom! The people shower her with praise all the time! But this lion? She was about to kill him! And in all of the battles she's ever been in, not once has her victim ever praised her beauty. Sure, they've praised her skill and prowess inn combat, but never her perfect appearance.

Iris dropped her hand, but she faced Kroda yet again, glaring at him in an incredulous manner. He swallowed his spit in response, hesitant to speak again unless spoken to. And Iris did...

"Kroda..." she whispered, her voice still shaking him to his core, "Entertain me for a few moments... if say you are my perfect mate... tell me now... why do you think so?"

"I... I..." he stopped to steel his nerves... and then he said, "I've been hearing you all day in my head. Since this morning, I've heard your voice saying again and again... my perfect mate. I thought it was just a dream I had but... hah... when you appeared and you spoke, I realized it was the same voice I've been hearing. Besides, even you have to admit that this... this makes sense, right?" and then, to Iris' surprise, he stepped forward, "You said you pierced reality or whatever to get your perfect mate, right? And when you appeared in my world - when you appeared on Earth - you appeared before me."

Iris' eyes doubled in size, genuinely surprised by his words. And Kroda, seeing this, realized he was finally getting through to her. The Demon Queen even stepped back, but he kept going.

"And I noticed it on your face before!" he stated, "You... you see what is going on, r-right? I... I guess you were trying to bring me to your world... b-but... but you brought yourself to mine!"

"No..." Iris shook her head, "No!" she slammed her tail on the ground, sending a quake, "NO!!!" she raised up her hand, "I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT!!!"

And in her anger, Iris dropped her hand down. But it was not to strike Kroda, no... it was too...

KRACK-THAAAAWWWW!!!

Summon a bolt of purple lightning...

The wicked surge of electricity came from clear skies, where it struck the cabin beside them, causing it to immediately erupt into a ball of raging fire! Kroda gasped in awe of such raw, awesome power, but as much as he wanted to run away, he knew doing so would only gain Iris' ire. Besides, if he was the Demon Queen's perfect mate as chosen by some primordial and distance force as the 'Ether', then it would be bad if he ran away like a coward!

He needed to be courageous! This seemed like his only chance at survival anyway!

After summoning her bolt of lightning, Iris finally began calming down. This... this world wasn't a world of Arma's creation, and now that he had a more level head, the Demon Queen knew this. There was no magic here; this world was impotent in the dark arts. If this was her rival's doing, she would be able to feel her power. But no...

It was just Iris and Kroda now...

And seeing this, realizing this, knowing this... ooooh... that made Iris' blood boil. Was she going to kill him now, regardless of his words? Kroda wondered that, and came to the conclusion that, yes, she was going to do way with him now. So should he face his death with dignity or bawl like a coward?

No! He refused to do that! Even if he was more scared now than he's ever been in his entire life! If he was truly Iris' perfect mate, there was still the chance of him getting out of this alive! And she did praise him for his courage before! He couldn't falter now.

But damn was his nerves getting to him as Iris walked towards him. Her every step helped to emphasis the difference in height, stature, and power the two had. And now as the Demon Queen stood tall above him, he felt whatever bravado he had start to wane.

And Iris rose her hands. Kroda took in a deep breath. This was it, wasn't it?

No...

The Demon Queen didn't grab him or strike him or anything. Instead she grabbed the cloak she wore, removing it to expose her shoulders, and the shear extent of her plunging cleavage. Holy fucking shit; why did she seem to get sexier with every passing second? Not only did she have the largest breasts he's ever had the glory of witnessing in his days, but her shoulders were so smooth and erotic. He's never been so turned on by shoulders in his entire fucking life!

But Iris wasn't done with her undressing. When her cloak hit the ground, her hands fell to her waist, drawing Kroda's gaze down too. Oh no, she wasn't about to... was she? She was!

The umbrella skirt of Iris' dress was actually hooked on to the rest through an elegant set of garters that Kroda's never seen before. Like a belt, she undid the grand skirt, causing it to fall down to her feet... and exposing her entire lower half.

Her bodice was like a leotard in how it hugged close to her body. It curved perfectly around her hips and ass, and slipped tightly between her legs, whilst squeezing up to her womanhood. And now that he looked at it... oh shit; this garment was made out of latex! It had to be with how tightly it clung to Iris' body, acting like a second layer of skin! The definitions of her abs and muscles were obvious through this leotard, and that's not even getting into her legs.

Her legs...

Iris had legs that would put Chun-Li to shame. Yes, Kroda knows what that statement infers, and no, he's not taking that back. The Demon Queen's legs held power in them, especially these thighs. Their thicc and curvy shape extended throughout, and the elegant tights she wore coated her legs in a tan color. Fuck, why did everything Iris did and how she looked feed into her overwhelming sensuality and eroticism? Kroda was chocking on his own arousal!

But...

"Why did you..." Grab! "Huh?"

Iris' powerful hand grabbed him by the back of his head, where she forced him upon his knees. Did she just undress so she could kill him? No, that can't be it, right? It can't be! It--

"You are my perfect mate, right?" Iris said, her voice sending shivers through his spine, "Prove it..."

"B-b-b-b-but... but how...?" Kroda asked, making her cock her head.

"If you truly are my perfect mate, then you will figure it out," Iris claimed, "You've already proven yourself a decisive man, Kroda, so I doubt you'll struggle much in this field..." she shook him, "Now get moving. I am growing impatient."

"I-I-I... I uh... I..."

His stuttering voice appeared to annoy Iris, who jostled his head slightly, causing him to look down in front of him... where his eyes fell upon her crotch. Shit, there's a difference between gazing at it from afar, and gazing at it up close. Why did this leotard cling so wonderfully to Iris' body? It flaunted and showed off every definition of her form: from her wide hips to her thick thighs, her curvaceous and sensual figure, and the elegant shape of her womanhood.

The egotistical drive of a woman searching for her perfect mate sounds insane, doesn't it? But if anyone was 'perfect' enough to do such a thing, it would be the Demon Queen before him. And considering the power she used to do so, the power that brought her here, Kroda realized just how deep her desires for her perfect mate went. It was both exhilarating, honoring, and horrifying. Exhilarating in the fact that this impossible event was occurring at all, honoring that some primordial force chose him to be her perfect mate, and horrifying because if he failed to live up to her high and impossible standards, then these may be his very last breathes of life.

Better make them count then!

Kroda's hands reached out for Iris, palming her hips and finally touching her body. And saying it was simply 'strong' didn't help but into perspective how great she was. The tights she wore were silky and smooth, but so light and thin that he could feel her amazing body on the other side. Just exploring her figure and form imbued the lion with a sense of majesty, and a gasp of awe even audibly left his lips

Iris cocked her head upon hearing this... and then she tugged him closer.

Wait... that cock of her head and the slight movements she gave... hmm... it told Kroda something. The lion was often seen as being so goofy he must have been an idiot, but he was smarter, more perceptive than he led on! And this was one of those moments! He remembered how Iris responded when he told her she was beautiful. Perhaps he could use that even more?

"A... amazing..." Kroda whispered as he stroked his palm upon her hips and legs, "Fuck... I bet you can crush watermelons with these legs..."

"Only_watermelons?" Iris asked, insulted by something so _meager, "Come now..." her grip even grew tighter around his head, "Aim higher..."

Fuck, watermelons were beneath her? Well, yeah, she's a demon queen; of course watermelons would be paltry compared to the likes of her! Shit, that realization maid Kroda shiver even more! If she could crush watermelons with such ease that they were beneath her, then what else could these legs do?

What else could this body do?

"You... heh... you're right," Kroda said as he guided his face forward, resting his cheek up against her thigh, "Hmm... watermelons are beneath you. With legs like this..." holy shit, her legs were so smooth, "Hmm... you could bend metal... no... steel... no...titanium... ohh..." his eyes closed as his nostrils flared, "Legs this perfect deserve to be marveled at for hours..."

And then he took in her scent... sniifff... hmmm... what was this smell? Iris smelled like... like lavender? Yes, she smelled like lavender! It was such a beautiful odor, for it was just as elegant and refined as the Demon Queen was. He audibly groaned as he took in more of this scent, and he felt a heat start rushing through his being.

Kroda's hands did not remain idle. As he grew hotter, he also became more courageous, and started sliding his hands upon her hips, legs and thighs. He squeezed her gently every now and then, coaxing more groans from his lips as he groped her, finding new things to marvel at. The strength of this body was one thing, but what about the shape, the figure? Her midsection was so narrow compared to the rest of her, leading down to her wide and powerful hips, and up towards her great, glorious tits.

Those_tits..._

Unless Iris bent over, there's no way he'd be able to see her face! Breasts as big as hers must be complete hell on one's spine, but the way she moved showed no pain or discomfort. Then again, this is a woman who summoned a bolt of lightning from the sky and picked up a car... yeah, her spine certainly could handle tits as great as hers!

Kroda began traveling up, only to slow as he came to her stomach. John stabbed her with a kitchen knife, but all that served to do was tear her leotard a little. As Kroda gazed upon her now, he could see nothing but a hard set of abs. This leotard was so close that it laid upon her stomach, draping her musculature and flaunting their beauty.

Their beauty...

How could someone be so powerful in their musculature, yet still so traditional in her femininity? She wasn't some muscular freak! She had both raw, amazonian - if not flaunt out Olympian - power, but also regal, refined beauty. This must sound like a broken record at this point, but Iris was just that great!

Eyes closing, Kroda pursed his lips as he hugged the Demon Queen by her hips and waist, drifting forward where he--

Chu...

And again, he--

Chu...

And again, he...

Chu...

Kiss after kiss Kroda delivered to Iris' stomach, worshiping this divine body she had. He hugged himself close to her as well to truly and utterly mush his face against her flesh. His hands meanwhile began groping and kneading at her ass, exploring its glorious shape and size. It was just as thicc and plump as her overall build, and yet it was also something that was both firm and juicy. Mmmmm! When he squeezed her ass, he groaned with growing desire, needing to see it - needing to see all of her - without a stitch of clothing on!

Though these heels and tights were so amazing!

And Iris herself...?

One hand remained on the lion's head to keep him close, while the other hand came up to her face. Fingers curling beside her hips, the Demon Queen gave a soft, inaudible groan as she felt the embers of arousal starting to take over. This lion was pretty good in the art of worship, even if he didn't know it. His movements showed clear appreciation for her demonic form, and though he was afraid of her, that fear seemed to feed into his own arousal. Never had he seen a woman even a third as strong as she was, and it seemed to activate something in his head. And that 'something' drove him to explore her for as long and as hard as he could.

"Fuck you're so amazing," Kroda whispered as his tongue licked upon her stomach, "I just need to..." teeeaaarr! "That's it..."

Gotta say, he was thankful John tried to stab her. If he hadn't, Kroda wasn't sure if he'd be able to tear through Iris' leotard as well as he could. Pulling it down, he revealed a small window to her stomach, unveiling the Demon Queen's navel, and the set of abs she had. They were so smooth and flawless, like slick stones on a river bed.

He just need too... to...

"Sliick..._mmm... _sliiiiiick... mmmmfff... sliiiiick! Mmph!Chu... chu... sliiiiick!"

Kroda licked and kissed upon Iris' stomach, showing his passion, his desire, his need for a body this grand and amazing. The Demon Queen's stance began shaking as his arousal grew, and even the grip she had on his head grew loose... though she never completely relinquished her hold on him. Instead she--

"More..." Iris ordered, causing Kroda's eyes to open.

_More?_What did she mean by that? He couldn't kiss her more than he already was, could he? Unless... that's not what she meant when she said 'more'. Unless...

Oh, yes, he's getting it now! Iris... has a praise kink, doesn't she!? She gets off on being worshiped! Fuck that's so vain, so egotistical... and so fucking hot!

"You have, without a doubt, the most glorious body that's ever been seen by mortal eyes," Kroda stated, his voice completely sincere, even if the words he used were a bit too prosy, "Among us earthlings, no creature - living or otherwise - could possibly compare to you. These abs alone..." he pulled back, gazing at her stomach, "Are so perfect! And your hips..." his hands gently slid down them, "Hmm... 'child-baring' is too weak a word to describe them. You won't birth children, you'll birth gods!"

Huh... who'd a thunk those stupid acting clubs his mother placed him in in his youth would pay off; Kroda was such a ham...

But none of that mattered if it doesn't work. And the only way he'd know that is if Iris spoke.

And Iris... well...

"You like this powerful body of mine?" she asked, her voice dripping with endless eroticism.

Kroda pulled back, his ears twitching as Iris' hold fell loose on his head. She allowed him to put a few steps between them, just so he could gaze beyond her great chest to see her face. The Demon Queen's expression was no longer a visage of annoyance and frustration. No... now, Iris appeared to be amused by him and his antics. That's good! Far better than being compared to an ant in her eyes!

Oh... right! She had a question! Better answer it!

"No, I don't just like your powerful body," Kroda said, "I fucking_love_ it! It's amazing... I... I'm at a lost of words! I... I..." he swallowed his spit, settling his nerves as he looked up at Iris again, "If I may, your highness... can I see a bit _more_of your power?"

Iris cocked her head at his strange request, wondering just what was the lion's gambit. But this was no joke; he really was enthralled by the Demon Queen's strength. It was both scary, but also thrilling in how otherworldly her strength was. And combined, those fears and thrills spurned so much arousal within the lion. He's always had a thing for strong women, and Iris' strength was without compare!

So he wanted to see more of her power, taste more of her power! And Iris_complied._

Her eyes and body still facing Kroda, the Demon Queen rose her left hand. Glued to her, the lion looked at that hand whilst occasionally gazing upon her nonchalant face.

Her hand twisted up...

GRRRRGGGLGLLLGGGG!!!

KLAAAASSSSHHHH!!!

The ground grumbled and roared, shattering and breaking beneath their feet. To Iris' left, the earth split, breaking open into a miniature ravine which traveled through the pond. Eyes wide, Kroda watched as the pond split into two, before pouring into the small valley the Demon Queen created. The lion couldn't speak as he witness something so incredible! This wasn't just power, this was shear _divinity_in how easily Iris molded the earth! He couldn't even begin to explain what he was witness!

And Iris drank it aaaaalllll in. There was a certain thrill in watching Kroda become mesmerized with her abilities, for this was all a cinch to her. Breaking the earth and remolding it to her whims? Child's play to the glory that is Demon Queen Iris! If he thought this was amazing, then he should see her on the battlefield.

But... what is this feeling she is feeling? This strange emotion? Why did she like watching Kroda's eyes light up as she flexed her power? It felt unique when compared to the likes of her citizens. They cowered in fear whenever she flaunted her might, but the lion didn't. Yes, some fear coursed through him, but it added to the thrill he felt, and those thrills added to his arousal.

Putting it lightly, Kroda was fucking hard. And like the venomous viper she was, Iris could see this arousal floating off of his form like miasma. Naughty boy; he wasn't even trying to hide it! With his legs lightly open as they were, the Demon Queen could see the vicious hard on he was sporting.

Though this too was nothing new to Iris. They say the only thing that matches her bloodlust, would be her sexual appetite... and that's for a very good reason.

Raising her hands, Iris placed them to her head in a sultry manner, puffing up her hair a few times as if to flaunt and show off to Kroda. He was already mesmerized, but the the action had such a noticeable draw on the lion, who gasped in shear awe of her. And that gasp - no matter how slight - fed into the Demon Queen's egotism.

No... she wasn't seriously entertaining this, was she? The idea that Kroda could possibly be her perfect mate? She was just toying with the lion. Make him think he was her perfect mate, before she fucked him to death and ate his soul. But for some reason his reactions to her seemed to jolt Iris in a way that no previous paramour could ever hope to do. He was like her royal femboy concubines... but better?

Yes... his reactions were better. Such a strange thing to admit to.

But Iris was not yet fully convinced that he was her perfect mate as chosen by the Ether. She needed a bit more proof from the lion; mere idolatry and his mesmerized gaze were not enough to prove this outright. He needed to be a bit more hands on with her.

With a poke at her head, a tight, spiked ring appeared, tying her hair back into a ponytail. It was a slight change, but dammit didn't the sporty look of a ponytail just have some power to completely transform a woman? It did in Kroda's eyes, who gave a slight groan as he watched Iris' hands drop.

"I'm going to need you to be a bit more passionate with your worship, Kroda," Iris said as she began tugging at her tights, "Mere vocals are not enough to show your love for your idols, is it not? True worshipers must go above and beyond for their goddess. And if you are truly my perfect mate, you must go beyond even that. Once again, Kroda, I order you to prove yourself."

His mouth moved, but no words left his lips... and for a good reason. Iris pulled down her tights, revealing her leg in all of its Olympian glory. Flawless skin that knew no blemishes, no scars, no scratches, not even a fucking line. It shined in the night sky, and even slightly reflected the flames that still burned on the nearby garage. When Kroda dropped his eyes upon her leg, he gave yet another gasp of awe.

He would have sat there all night too had Iris not spoke.

"I'm waiting..."

"Oh! Riiiiight... hmmm... oh by my mane..."

Finally getting off of his ass, Kroda crawled over towards Iris, his arms wrapping around her leg like a pole. That's all it was too; just her leg! But this one leg with her flesh exposed, had the lion glued to her like a kindergartners arts and crafts project. He hugged close to Iris' glorious leg, his eyes locked upon her thigh, and hot breaths flowing from her mouth. He just needed to...

"Mmff... mmff... chu... mmff... slick slick... mmmff! Chuu!"

He treated her leg like he treated her abs moments before, kissing and licking and slurping on her thigh. Iris giggled, finding his desperation cute. Hand resting on his head, she gently scratched his scalp, nuzzling him in closer to her leg. He felt its tightness, it strength, and dragged his hands along its smooth texture. His tongue too danced upon Iris' thigh, lathering it in spit and adding even more of a sheen to her already perfect thigh. He squeezed her even closer, hugging and even lightly grinding himself against her leg, all while the Demon Queen continued filling the air with her giggles.

"Oh, Kroda... fufufufufu~ you really needed this, didn't you?" she remarked as she continued rubbing his head, "For years you've been waiting for a nice, strong woman to come along and put you in your place, haven't you? Fufufufufu... even if you are not my perfect mate, I could still have fun with you!"

'Not her perfect mate?' Did she still believe this was some fluke? What a stubborn woman! Then again, you don't really become a Demon Queen by being easily manipulated, do you? Still, Kroda wouldn't slack on this mission in the least bit. Though it makes him wonder...

How will he prove their connection? He couldn't just worship her, even though she clearly liked that. He needed to both praise her... and be_courageous_ in his praise! And there's only one thing he can do at the moment that someone would consider courageous.

Kroda looked over, locking his eyes upon Iris' shapely womanhood. The leotard clung close to her labia, and this fragrance began wafting out from her form. She was aroused? Huh... realizing that further lit the flame in Kroda's furnace. Knowing he could at the very least turn on a woman of such stature, was a boon in and of itself! Now he just needed to continue this momentum.

"Hmm?"

Iris raised an eyebrow as the lion's head moved, leaving her leg to instead stuff himself against her crotch. Arms wrapped around her waist, Kroda hugged himself close to Iris' pussy, much like how he did her abs before. His nostrils flared, again taken in her odor, and groaning as it flowed into him. The lavender scent of her soaps was now being replaced by something spicier, something sweatier. And as he nuzzled against Iris' glorious crotch, that scent grew stronger and stronger.

"Mmmm... no woman's ever smelled as good as you do," Kroda claimed, his hands clinching upon her ass, "Haaaah... every aspect of your body deserves to be praised for the utter perfection that it is. Mmmm!"

"Mm-hm... keep going," Iris whispered.

"If I could, I'd lay and squeeze and kiss your legs for hours... days, even! You wouldn't need other worshipers to praise your body; I'd do it all on my own! In fact..." he pulled back, just so he could focus his gaze on her cunt, "I can't take it anymore! I need you now my goddess!"

"Hm?"GRAB! "Oh!"

Kroda's hands grabbed upon Iris' waist, nice and hard and grinding her in place. The Demon Queen raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what he was up to... and then she felt his hands trace over towards her crotch. Was he about to--

Swip...

Yes... yes he was...

Kroda slid aside Iris' leotard, just enough to reveal her pussy. And...

Fuck...

Her pussy...

It wasn't just its shape that attracted Kroda, though that was glorious. Her folds were tight, pink, and glistening with her moisture, her clit was hard and throbbing, and it all smelled like a sweet flower of fragrance; Iris' womanhood was truly one of a kind. But no, that's not it either, for above Iris' pussy - positioned upon her womb - was her pubic hair. Yes, it was just as purple as the hair on her head, but it was also shaved in the shape of a triangle, with its center point tipped towards her crotch.

Now, Kroda's no playboy, but he's no prudish virgin either; he knows what a woman's body looks like. But this? This? There was something about Iris' pussy that... he couldn't quite put his finger on. The best way to put it would be... it was like he was staring at the gates of Heaven itself.

Pure_divinity_.

The lion's nostrils flared, taking in Iris' scent to both intoxicate him on not only her sight, but her smell as well. And that only caused his mouth to grow dry, desperate for something to taste. And, oh yes, he had a fountain in front of him, didn't he? Iris may be refusing to see him as her perfect mate, but her body was showing arousal. Strands of nectar streaked down her thighs, eventually breaking down and falling on the ground beneath them. It actually excited Kroda to know that his skills were working, even if the threat of death still loomed over his head.

He needed to make sure he did his best. Especially when Iris...

"Have you ever eaten pussy before?" she asked, her hand forming a 'v' upon her pussy, spreading it slightly, "Mmm... you're so excited to see it so... please your queen. Show her why she's so... perfect."

And Kroda? Heh... he grinned.

"Yes... a few times," he answered, "I know a few tricks..."

Excitement funneled through Kroda, who suddenly felt like a dying man in a desolate desert. And the only oasis for miles around, was the heavenly one belonging to the demonic goddess before him. But before he got to work... well..

Things were getting hot, weren't they?

Slipping his hands along the bottom of his shirt, he pulled it off to reveal his own decently fit figure. While nowhere near the perfect male figure, his time at the gym had borne fruit in the form of his thick muscles.

"If there's one thing I know about eating pussy, it's that you need to build up," Kroda announced as he fitted himself between her legs, "_Snnniffff!_Haaah... fuck... a meal this perfect needs to be savored... not devoured like an animal," he grabbed her thighs, framing his head with her, "At least... not yet... mmfffff..."

Mmmm... fuck... this was exhilarating.

The moment Kroda's tongue touched Iris' pussy, a burst of flavor surged through him. 'Heavenly' wasn't strong enough a term to use in relation to her body; Iris' nectar truly tasted like ambrosia from out of Greek mythology. He'd never tasted something as amazing as this; it was spicy, it was salty, it was bitter, it was sweet; it was the most flavorful substance he had ever tasted in is lfie. His tongue ground up against her pussy, he moaned and groaned against her, slurping up Iris' juices to the point that her cunt was all he could think about.

But he wasn't lying before when he said he was going to savor her flavor. He was doing it now, as his tongue lightly lapped at her cunt. It dance upon her outer folds first and foremost, adding his spit to her endless honey. Then he traveled up, breathing harshly upon Iris' cit, before capturing it in his lips. Gently he suckled upon her, treating it like a nipple as he pulled it into his maw. Muffled moans left Kroda's lips, and the harder he sucked on her clit, the more nectar she secreted from within.

Fuck... Kroda was good. He didn't just hungrily devour her cunt like many a lover had in the past; he had a style and finesse to his oral skills. Once again, there was raw _passion_behind his antics. Before Iris knew it, a shudder had traveled through her, followed by a moan that left her plump lips.

"Haaaahh... yessss..."

And then she grinned.

"Get in there," Iris ordered, her hand gripping the back of Kroda's head to doubly command him... as if that was necessary. The lion was going to stick his tongue up into her cunt, it was only a matter of when. And that 'when' was now!

"Mmmff!"

"Haaaah~! That's it!"

Kroda's feline tongue pushed hard into Iris, spreading apart her folds as he penetrated as deep into her as he could go. Quickly, the walls of her cunt clinched upon his pink muscle, squeezing him and drawing him in even deeper. Moaning, the lion pushed into Iris, letting his voice reverberate through the Demon Queen's body. And as he continued dining on the her pussy, his desires too exploded with need. So much so that his hands left her hips to instead wrap around and clinch upon this thicc ass of hers.

Fuck! How can someone have so much _ass!_Even by demon standards, this had to be insane!

Tasting and feasting, Kroda utterly devoured Iris' pussy, leaving it a mess of both her juices and his spit. When he pulled back, her cunt was glistening in fluids, and the Demon Queen was shaking. Legs trembling, Iris even seemed to use his head to keep herself from falling over. The desperation at which he ate her out, was comparable to nothing; Kroda truly had become a man possessed! He so desperately wanted to go back down on the Demon Queen, but he paced himself.

He did need to breathe... but also loved to hear Iris' voice. The sound of her panting, then giggling, and then the smirk she gave him. The_fangs_she exposed as her lips curled. Oh, she truly was a devil.

Iris raised her hand... then curled her finger...

"Keep going..."

The lion went right back in.

"Mmffff!"

Against the flames of the still burning garage, Kroda could be head eating Iris out. The smacks of his lips, the moans and groans he gave, all of them audibly bounced out against the night air. They also mixed with Iris' own voice, as she shuddered and groaned herself. Kroda's voracity was matched only by trained sluts; had someone else taught him how to please a woman in such a way before?

"Fuaaaah... you're trying so hard to make me melt, Kroda," Iris said, "You seem very eager to please me. That's good; it will make things much easier further down the road.

'Further down the road'? What did she mean by that? Was she finally coming around to seeing him as her perfect mate? Or was she still teasing him? Regardless of the answer, Kroda was excited by the prospect that they're would be more of this in the future. At the very least, she hinted that he may survive this ordeal.

Though the longer it went on, the more the act of 'survival' seemed to wane. Kroda was even forgetting that he was doing this to save his life, and the lives of his friends. The more he tasted her cunt, the more he desired this night to keep going.

He didn't want it to end!

As Kroda's face dripped with Iris' juices, he slowly began standing up before the Demon Queen. She didn't say a word however, instead focusing her gaze upon his face, as his brown eyes met her red ones. His expression was one of need, wishing, if not outright _demanding_that he taste from her. He was her perfect mate, right? So if anyone was allowed to do what he was about to do, it was him.

And what he did...? He placed his hand upon Iris' cheek, causing the Demon Queen to cock her head at him. What was his gambit, his game? What was he about to--

Chu!

Oh... that's what he was about to do.

Kroda's lips pressed up to Iris', his eyes closed, and his body still. He held himself close for a few moments, before guiding his tongue into her maw. Interestingly, she allowed him entrance, letting him taste form her lips and tongue.

And quite the tongue it was.

Skinny and lithe, Iris did not have the tongue of a human - like her looks may suggest- but instead she had the tongue of a _serpent!_It slithered and twirled and curled around Kroda's tongue, making him hum against her... and Iris did likewise.

She could taste herself upon his lips and tongue, but that didn't ruin Kroda's personal flavor. The lion tasted just as strong as one would expect... but also so _cute_as well. She could sense and feel the trepidation within his kiss, as if wondering if he were overstepping some boundaries. But since she never stopped him, he never stopped kissing her.

Again.

And again.

And agaaaaiiinnn...

They didn't stop until Kroda needed to breathe. So he pulled back and gasped for air, yet Iris remained so cool, so nonchalant as she looked at him with a smirk on her lips. She opened her mouth to say something, but grew silent as Kroda looked down.

He was staring at her chest. Her big, large, glorious, chest. Tits so large, they could make cows blush, but it wasn't too intense. Once again, it was perfectly fixed for her titanic body, which meant they were the perfect size for someone of her caliber.

Iris could feel Kroda's gaze; it burned her up from the inside out. His lewd, lustful, hungry looks, which took in every finite detail of her fair skin and shapely figure. Giving a sultry giggle, the Demon Queen raised her arms, positioning them above her head as she struck a pose for him and his relentless gaze. It worked easily, as Kroda gasped in awe as he looked her over. He gazed upon her shoulders, stared towards her tits, looked upon her narrow waist... then walked around to gaze upon her back.

The leotard she wore was completely backless, meaning he could see every glorious detail of her luscious back muscles. He also could stare down to the point where her back bottomed out into this fat, plump, juicy ass of hers. Fuck its shape was amazing. When Kroda saw these two cheeks widen out in their peachy shape, he knew that the only thing he wanted to do was rest his head against it like a pillow.

Fuck... Iris was really making him question if he was an ass or tits man. But with a woman like her... why not both?

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Iris asked, finding his lecherous gaze so thrilling

"You have no idea," Kroda replied, to which she giggled.

"Then tell me about it," the Demon Queen said, "Tell me all the filthy, dirty things that you hve in your head."

"_Gulp..._r-really?"

Looking up at Iris, Kroda had a surprisingly bashful blush on his face considering the company he was with. She wanted him to tell her about the things in his mind? Wasn't she a queen; wouldn't that be bad? Then he had to remind herself that, right, she's a _Demon_Queen; not some normal one! And if there's one thing demons love, its the filthy, dirty and wrong. They live in sin, after all.

"Iris... my queen... I... you have the greatest_taste of anyone I've ever been with," he stated, making her chuckle, "I'm not sure if someone of my caliber could ever compare but... but... uh..." he thumped his pant, "I really want to feel you _suck my cock."

Usually, saying something like that garners a swift slap. From the Queen of Demons, asking such a thing garners a--

Tug...

"Huh?"

Swipe!

"Aaah?! Ooff!?"

Kroda fell back, as Iris used her tail to pull his feet from off the ground. Grunting from slight pain, the lion gazed up as the queen of demon's positioned herself above him. Arms crossed beneath her glorious chest, Iris giggled in a teasing manner, then used her tail to taunt and tease Kroda further. It slithered upon the lump in his pants, drawing grunts and groans from his lips as he stared up to her face.

The Demon Queen held the casual allure of a dominatrix in the way she toyed with Kroda's body. The slithering tail was both strong and dexterous, capable of touching areas the lion himself was unaware of! It then slipped up to the waistband of his pants, unbuckling his belt, zipping it down, and then dragging his trousers and underwear towards his knees. And then...

Fwip!

"Aaaaah... fuck..."

Kroda's cock was freed from his underwear, standing tall for all to see... and by 'all' I mean only Iris. And Iris? She cocked her head as her red eyes seized upon his dick, making Kroda shrink in response. He's not sure what kinds of penises they have in Hell, but he would assume they'd be of the very big, very thick, very strong kind! Ya'know, the kind that would be as gargantuan as the woman who was currently lording her power over him! And Iris is the queen of demons; she no doubt has accesses to cocks that would break a mortal woman!

So what he had? Well... it was impressive by Earthling standards! Long and thick and rather wide too; his cock had pleasured a few women in his life. But this is a woman who may be over a thousand years old; whatever number of paramours he's had would pale in comparison to hers! So if she was used to lovers who have literal logs as dicks, well, he may be a bit lacking.

And that seemed to be true when Iris said,

"Is this all?"

And Kroda swallowed his spit.

"Is this bad?" he asked back.

"It is... passable," Iris said as she brought over her tail, where it wrapped around his dick.

Biting into his bottom lip, Kroda groaned as the smooth scales of Iris' tail graced his length, feeling like an expensive sex toy due to its texture, feeling, and pressure. He was melting, while Iris leaned over and placed her fists on her hips.

"This is comparable to the penises of my concubines," Iris remarked, "Though I'd argue theirs is a bit longer. If this truly is the manhood of my perfect mate, I pray for your sake that your performance is not proportionate to your size."

Now, some men would find such a thing belittling nd insulting, and rightfully so. Kroda was not one of those men, because he wasn't dealing with a normal woman; he was dealing with a Demon Queen who has - once again - not only picked up a car, but also summoned a bolt of lightning, and also created a ravine! If Iris says his length is lacking, it probably is!

But the Demon Queen still found it amusing. She even began giggling, especially as Kroda shook in lace. His length may not be the largest, but it was certainly healthy and strong; this must be the norm for men in this world. Not only that but... _sniff sniff..._this fragrance wafted off of his length, one that flowed through her nostrils.

It smelled good... _really_good... heh... maybe Iris was the famished one here, because she suddenly felt her hunger grow. Well... she had a willing lion here! Let's take a quick taste test.

Grinning from cheek to cheek, Iris used her tail to capture some of Kroda's copious precum from off of his dick, staining the tip of her tail. Eyes wide and face mesmerized, the lion watched as she brought the tip of her tail to her lips, before sticking it into her maw.

Eyes closed, Iris brushed some hair from her face as she passionately sucked on the tip of her tail, treating it like a cock. But Kroda knew better; this was her flaunting what she could do to him. And that made his dick twitch with such desperate yearning!

"Mmm... mmfff... _Pop!_Fufufufu! Not bad," Iris remarked as she looked at Kroda, "Salty... mmm... bitter..."

"Umm... i-is that a good thing?" Kroda asked, only for - Slither..."Y-your majesty... wh-what are you doing?"

"I'm just about to eat," she answered while wrapping her tail around his waist, making his heart race.

There was no fighting it, no arguing; Iris just wrapped her tail around him, and used it to lift the lion up. Once again her strength was on full display, as the Demon Queen picked him up into her arms, and then sat the lion right on her shoulder. He wasn't some child; he was a grown ass man! But Iris had him resting on her shoulders like she was giving him a reverse piggyback ride!

A reverse piggyback ride... meaning his penis was face to face with her_mouth_.

"Oh shit..."

Keeping him perfectly balanced, Iris held him up while her eyes focused more on his dick. Now that it was face to face with her, she could see that it had an erotic shape to it, and the smell was even stronger than before. Mmm... she pused her lips, placing them up to the head of his dick in a soft kiss...

"Aaaaahh...!" and Kroda's knees buckled, nearly causing him to fall over completely, "I-Iris!"

She would ignore his lack of honorific, but only this once.

"Mmmm...!_Chu!_Mmmmmfff... _Chu!_Fufufufufufufu~~! Mmmmmm... _Chu!_Fufufufufufufufu!"

"N-no fair! Y-you've had... hundreds of years of experience to perfect this! I-I'm no match for you!"

Again and again, Iris pressed her lips to his cock in such powerful kisses. His dick would twitch every time, almost the point that he feared he'd climax from her kisses alone! The fact that he hadn't yet cum was impressive in and of itself, though he had no doubts that if Iris wanted to make him explode, she'd fucking doing it. Right now, all Kroda could do was grip upon the Demon Queen's horns, use them as handle bars... and then just try and endure for as long as he could!

Especially when Iris opened that mouth, brought it forward, and--

"Mmmfff!"

"Aaaah!"

Kroda stared up to the skies, giving a lion's roar as the queen of demon's captured his cock within her wet and warm mouth. It was instantly drool-inducing, making him shudder as he gripped upon her horns and head with all of his strength. Iris didn't just suck cock, she _sucked cock!_And nowhere was that on greater display than right here!

"Haaaaaahhaa...! Unngg...! S-so warm...! Haaah! G-gotta... gotta hold...! Aaaaahhh!" Kroda roared, while Iris placed her hands upon his ass to better brace himself against her.

Muffled moans left the Demon Queen's lips as her head bobbed up and down on his dick, sucking him down to the base with great ease. Again and again, Kroda felt his cock easily slide into Iris' throat, and just as easily pull back. There was no discomfort or pain on her end; she casually downed his member like she was swallowing a nice, tasty drink! And with her speed and power, that 'tasty drink' would be coming sooner rather than later!

But that wasn't good enough for Iris. She didn't just suck his cock, she used her limber tongue to completely wrap around his member. It was a feeling Kroda had never experienced before, for he had never been with a reptile of any kind. And even if he had, there were no doubts that they would be nowhere near as skilled as Iris was! She not only captured his cock with her thin tongue, she also used that tongue to stroke his member from the base, along the shaft, to the tip, and back again.

And again. And again. And again. And again!

"Oooooohhhh!!! Hhrrrrrr! T-that fuckin' tongue!" Kroda cried out as his eyes rolled back, "Haaaaah! Oooooooh! Haaaaah!"

His lion roars and moans continued filling the air, with Iris' hold on him remaining firm, strong, and oh so casual. She even smirked, finding an egotistical joy in having the lion above her melt as she so casually sucked him off whilst keeping him raised with her overwhelming strength. He was heavy... but only when compared to other mortals of this planet. Compared to some of the things she's held, some of the being she's fought against, the lion may have well been a kitten in comparative strength! It made so very little difference.

"I feel so hot... nngghhh! M-my cock can't stop leaking! Fuck! Haaaannn....! IT FEELS SO GOOD!!!" Kroda finally screamed out, succumbing to the raw lust Iris imposed upon him.

Whether it be from shear lust or barely restrained need, the lion began thrusting his hips back and forth as best as he could, humping into Iris' mouth as he continued moaning and howling to the wind. Between her luscious lips, her devious tongue, and her powerful sucking, there wasn't much Kroda could do.

Several minutes passed of Iris' delightful torture, with the lion's moaning building in pitch and volume. His rapid moaning echoed throughout the fields, roaring higher than even the flames behind him. And then, in one quick inhale, he arched his back and screamed out,

"NNNGGRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!!"

His roar, lion-like in tone, loudly resonated as his cock began shooting out long, thick strings of cum into Iris' mouth; one after another, after another. His dick was like a rifle, his seed the bullets, and he was firing them off with wild abandon and great fury! It completely stained and overwhelmed Iris' mouth, filling her with a taste that made Iris moan and groan. She kept him propped up though, not budging an inch until the lion finally let everything out.

Eveerrrryyyyyytthiiiiiiinnnggggg... and then finally...

Pop!

"Haaaaah... mmmm..."

As Kroda grew slack in her arms, Iris let him drop from her shoulders, though she continued holding him up like he was a child in her arms. He stared at her face, dazed, though still cognizant enough to read her reactions to his spunk. Her lips were closed, but she was swishing and swaying his cum around from one end to the other... before finally...

"Gggllp... mmffff..."

The sight and sound of such a regal, strong woman swallowing his seed... never in a million years would Kroda forget such a beautiful sight.

"Nhm~ your seed is quite flavorful, Kroda," Iris remarked as she shot him a devilish grin, "And if its this potent, then... we'll..."

But her voice trailed off, letting him merely think about what she had to say next. Deep down inside, Iris herself couldn't believe she was even entertaining the idea of him possibly being her perfect mate. If he was, then he'd have the highest of honors compared to anyone in all of Daemonium: the allowance to have free, unbridled access to her pussy.

Iris was no virgin, far from it in fact, but not one lover has _ever_been allowed to finish inside of her. The idea of her having unworthy children was so terrible a thought alone, that if any of her previous paramours tried to be risky and cum inside of her, well...

The sex usually ended in them reduced to ash.

But this is not the case for her perfect mate. He'd be allowed to breed her for as long and as hard as they please, to birth children that would continue to watch over Daemonium for _millennia._But, once again, this was a right saved only for her perfect mate, and Iris was still hesitant to believe Kroda was it or not.

But he was winning her over...

It all made too much sense anyway. If what he was saying was true - that he'd been hearing her voice since this morning - then it led credence to the idea that he was her perfect mate as dictated by the Ether. He was even the first person she appeared before when the spell was completed! But that means something had to have backfired. Kroda was supposed to be brought to Daemonium; instead, Fenrir somehow sent Iris to Earth!

Honestly, the Demon Queen wasn't sure what was worse: the fact that her perfect mate was this lion, or the fact that she was stuck in this alien world.

"Hnn... Iris...?" Kroda said, staring up to her with those brown eyes of his.

She looked back, still holding him up, though her face appeared resolute. It was clear to him that she was finally understanding the gravity of this situation. This wasn't the ploy of some Arma or whoever; the Demon Queen was really here.

"Do you truly believe yourself to be my perfect mate...?" Iris asked, causing Kroda to swallow his spit.

"Why wouldn't I?" he replied in a surprisingly straightforward manner, "You appeared out of thin air before me, and claimed yourself you were looking for your perfect mate. Maybe... maybe I'm too accepting too fast, but between this and me hearing your voice all morning..." he nodded, "I do think I'm your perfect mate. Meaning... you're also my perfect mate."

"Hmm..."

Still holding him up, Iris looked over her shoulder towards the landscape around her. This world... it was nothing like Daemonium. There was a peaceful calm in the air, even as they fucked out in the open public like this. No beasts seem close to killing the both of them, no matter how many times they let down their guards. The only signs of terror were the ravine, the crushed car, and the destroyed garage, which was all Iris' doing in the first place!

This world... his strange, new, alien world... Iris wanted to learn _more_about it. At the very least until she returned home. And her guide into this world was the lion she was currently holding in her arms.

This lion who - as dictated by the Ether - was her perfect mate.

"Stick out your tongue, Kroda..." Iris whispered.

The lion didn't hesitate, obeying quickly and hanging his tongue out. Iris closed her eyes, and as she continued holding him in her arms, she pressed her mouth to his. It was a slower kiss compared to what he'd done before, with her tongue holding his tongue hostage with that serpentine grasp. The deeper her tongue pushed, the more she controlled him, the harder it became for Kroda to even think. He naturally listened to Iris' every command, even if it was through her body. And before he knew it...

"Hnnn...! Mmmphf..."

He felt his butt being sat on the grass, and his back resting against the wall of the lodge.

Iris pulled back, her red eyes looking at him, while he remained dazed and displayed for her viewing pleasure. But it was instead the Demon Queen who would put on a show for he lion, as she pulled back slowly. Entranced, Kroda watched with unflinching eyes as thumbed at the collar of her leotard, undoing the faint zipper upon it to let the garment drop slightly. It hugged tight to her body, so to take it off, Iris needed to peal it from her flesh. And Kroda watched... ooooooooh, he watched.

He thought that - beneath her leotard - there would be a glorious bra to help support the equally as glorious breasts Iris had. Kroda was wrong. While there were no doubt bras in the Demon Queen's closet that were as elegant and as refined as one would suspect, she was _not_wearing them today.

Meaning her breasts... her glorious gargantuan breasts of godlike proportions... were standing nice and tall all on their own. They were like a perky set of B-Cup tits... only a dozen_or so sizes larger. So what... were they _J-cups?_K-_Cups? Or were they a size that not even Kroda could quantify? He didn't know, and right now, he didn't care to ask.

When Iris' leotard fell from her chest, her breasts _expanded_in size. Yes, even this leotard struggled to contain the mighty size of the Demon Queen's bust! They were teardrop in shape, with hard, perky nipples, an elegant curvature, and puffy, pink areola. With the flames to one side, and the moon up above, Iris' breasts glowed much like the rest of her flesh, though with the way Kroda's eyes grew in size, it was like the lion was gazing upon a treasure chest of gilded goods.

And the breathing, her fucking breathing. With every breath Iris took...

"Hnnnn... haaaaaaa..."

Her chest would rise and lower with such hypnotic movements.

"It's official... I have seen the most beautiful thing in all of existence..." Kroda stated, garnering a slant look from the Demon Queen.

"Really? It's _just_my breasts, and not _all_of me?" Iris replied... only to smile.

Her words in jest, especially when she folded her hands behind her head and pushed her chest out, flaunting the shear grace of her busty bosom in all of its refined and godly glory. Kroda could only gasp as he was once again entranced by Iris' erotic figure, and his cock once again twitched to life.

If she kept this up, he'd never grow soft! The blood in his body was going to keep on working overdrive; could his heart even take it at this point!?

Oh well, whatever; Iris was approaching him. If he did have a heart attack and die tonight, it would be totally fucking worth it!

But she looked impatient... why is that? Was she expecting him to do more than just lay there like an idiot? Oh! Right, yes she was! Kroda nearly forgot; you must always_give the queen her _dues!

"Iris... my Queen," he stated, his tone reverent as he reached his hand out for hers, causing her to do likewise, "You look like the absolute pinnacle of feminine beauty," he grasped her larger hand with both of his own while she stood above him, "No other shall match your greatness in this, or any world!" pausing, he lifted her hand to his cheek, rubbing against her softly, "I shall rejoice, for I am proud to be the first on earth to bare witness to true perfection!"

His tone was akin to how one would sound when worshiping a goddess, let alone a queen! Some were spoken just to indulge her egotistical vices, but his truthful eyes and throbbing erection showed his appreciation for his queen.

And, more importantly, it worked.

Iris got off on worship unlike any other being in any existence. It imbues her with power, both figuratively and literally. You won't know true power until you've stormed a battlefield while hearing your worshipers sing praises about your glory. But for reasons Iris couldn't quite explain, Kroda's words felt... better. She didn't know a thing about this lion, but she loved the sound of his worshiping voice. He was like her own little songbird.

He belonged to her, and no one else...

"Fufufufufufufu... you have certainly learned the fine art of praise," said Iris as she gave a sensual sway of her hips, "That's good... fufu... I so truly do love to be praised..." her tail began to slither, where it laid upon Kroda's leg and gently began stroking up and down, "Huaahh... my sweet, little, lovely lion," she laid her hand upon her chest, "Tonight... tonight..."

Kroda questioned mentally what she meant by 'tonight', but his thoughts were cut short when Iris descended upon him. With a grin on her lips, the Demon Queen pounced upon her mate, pinning him to the ground and wall as her hands laid beside his head. Her chest pressed to his chest, she gazed deep into his brown eyes with her red ones, causing Kroda's breathing to once again pick up in place. But she said nothing, instead focusing on him and feeling his racing heart thump against his chest and her chest as well. And then - as if to show her desire for him - Iris allowed a slight gust of _fire_to escape her mouth. It tickled Kroda's mane, and when the smolders touched his nose, he took in a deep breath.

But it did not smell like ash and cinder, nor sulfur and brimstone... it smelled unnaturally beautiful, not to mention it was wonderfully _soothing_as well. Like a hit of an actual drug, Kroda felt his body both grow relaxed, yet also become incredibly hot.The Demon Queen was like an aphrodisiac, and her fire was a quick hit of it!

And then she kissed him.

"MMMFFFF!!!"

"Nmmm...!"

Her plump lips pressed to his for the third time that night, and yet the passion she showed was no less powerful. Like before, Iris didn't hesitate to dominate the kiss, using her reptilian tongue to dance and coil around his. She held the lip-lock for what seemed like forever, acting as if she was going to steal Kroda's breath away. But before she actually did just that, she pulled back, and locked her eyes upon him. Moving to grab his wrist, Iris gripped it tightly then moved his hand to her chest, moaning as his palm sank into her fat, glorious tit.

"Touch me," the Demon Queen whispered, though it sounded more like a command than a request, "Touch me, and enjoy my body to your heart's content!"

As if she'd even have to ask.

"Yes ma'am," Kroda said as he dropped his gaze upon her grandiose bust.

With his hand on her chest, he spared no time in appeasing his Queen. Both palms seized upon her breasts, squeezing firmly and coaxing a groan from her lips. There was no need to be gentle; she was a big girl and could take it! Rolling Iris' tits around, Kroda felt that familiar hunger begin to control him, causing the lion to pull her chest to the side, before rolling them from the back to the front. At times, he even brought his fingers together to tweak her nipples, feeling how rigid and hard they were. These were fucking diamond cutters with how stiff they were!

"Haaaah... that's a good boy... touch your Queen," Iris said in a near breathless manner, her plump lips opened to let out panting moans.

Her face was a beat red as the hands of her lover touched and squeezed her breasts with unbridled passion. To feel her soft and large orbs being treated in such a manner, sent a spark of pleasure throughout her body, and caused her form to grow even hotter. But the lion was only getting started.

He leaned up, smothering his head between those massive mounts, with his arms locked against her back in a tight, strong hug. He then began to nuzzle and shake his head between her breasts, letting his soft fur flatten against her divine skin. He held himself down, keeping his nose and mouth plugged like he was diving under water. Iris' tits were so big, he might as well have been in a pool! Imagine that; death by suffocation from the greatest pair of tits known to existence.

What a way to go...

The Demon Queen looked down upon Kroda, watching as he submerged his face betwixt her breasts. Another soft moan escaped her as she could feel the warmth of his body and fur, brushing and nuzzling and grinding against her. She almost wanted to keep him down there forever.

But of course, Kroda needed to breath.

"Mmmmmmmffff... gggrrrrr...! Haaaaah! So soft..." the lion groaned when he pulled from Iris' chest, his arms curling around the sides of her breasts, just to bring them together and--

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Slap them against his head!

Holy shit they felt so damn amazing! Each battering of her tits to his head sent a rumble which traveled through his ears. It was like getting into a pillow fight with an amazon!

But for as much as he loved to worship her breasts, his Queen had a whole lot of body to appreciate. So he slipped his hands down her breasts and guided Iris to lean up, who did not fight back against him. No, the Demon Queen's red eyes continued to gaze upon her mate in a leering and domineering manner, as lust and love flowed through her veins. Straddling his hips, she let his hands slide and flatten along her midsection, feeling those strong, tight abs he was just moments ago licking. Iris was a powerful woman, and had seen many, many battlefields in her life. It was no surprise that her stomach was toned of muscles and abs which could easily deflect not but the strongest of weapons... which means she was practically impervious on Earth.

After feeling up her stomach, Kroda slid his hands up down her sides, resting them upon her hips. But Iris wasn't okay with just sitting here; she wanted to have her own fun too! So as Kroda began squeezing her hips and thighs, the Demon Queen pushed out her ass heavily. In doing so, she caused his cock to slide between the crack of her ass. Biting her bottom lip, Iris felt his heated length slide along her cheeks, causing her to pump and jostle her hips. Looking over her shoulder towards Kroda's erect cock, she watched as it slid up and down between the soft yet firm cheeks of her ass.

"I must say... hnnnngh... I may have been hasty in judging you before, darling. Huaaaaah~ your cock is amazing, my dear!" Iris exclaimed, and proudly at that, "I can't wait to feel it inside of me!"

Such a declaration caused Kroda to pause his groping as his eyes grew wide. Her breathless moans and full-chested panting instead a sense of confidence in him, but her words were like an explosion! He was actually pleasing this big, powerful, regal Queen, and he hadn't even put his dick inside of her yet! Amazing!

But before he could get too excited by her declaration, Iris pumped her ass on his cock to make him moan. Tearing his face from Iris' chest, Kroda looked up towards her face, while his dick throbbed between her glorious ass cheeks.

"Hhhooooooh! Oooooh yeeessss...! Iris, your ass feels great!" the lion moaned through clinched teeth.

Arching his body up, he began moving his hips along with Iris', causing his cock to thrust and hump and fuck between Iris' glorious ass. The Demon Queen was like a talented stripper on his cock, stroking and pumping his cock with her amazing assets. Shit, she was going to make him cum from her ass alone at this rate!

"Ooooh! I-Irissssss!" Kroda moaned as his cock shot up, staining her ass with his clear pre, "I... I can't take it anymore! I can't wait to pump you full of my seed! I don't care how ling it takes! I will bathe in your cum and wear your scent with pride!"

That declaration made Iris twitch.

She had yet to tell him if she saw him as her perfect mate or not, had yet to give him the most honored permission of climaxing inside of her pussy. But his statement, the desire to pump her full of his cum, actually made Iris' pussy ache. But this aching was different from usual arousal. This aching was something she had never felt. For the first time in her long, long, long life, Iris' body told her one thing.

To_breed_.

And as Kroda growled, he gave his Queen a taste of what he was going to do, as he bucked hard with his hips, causing a clapping sensation that echoed out through the land. But now it was him who was teasing her, for the lion went back to rocking and moving his hips along with Iris.

"Hmmmmmnnn... your amazing body shall be my temple of worship," he praised, rolling her ass cheeks around with his hands, "the magnitude of your power is as awesome as you are beautiful. I only dream to be a fraction as strong as you are... mostly to fuck you harder and harder!"

And then to show how bold he had become, Kroda not only grinned, but he also slapped Iris' rear in a firm manner. She groaned from the swift spank, while her cheek jiggled from the impact.

"I wonder how many warriors dreamed of getting a hit on you," the lion then said, appealing to her inner warrior, "I can only imagine you in armor, looking savage and beautiful at the same time," and then he moved in closer, "You were honestly right earlier, my Queen, when you said I was waiting for a strong woman to put me in my place. But not just any woman; you are a goddess among women. Your strength... ooooh... it makes me hotter and harder than anything else ever."

His constant praise... it was like a machine gun straight to her pleasure centers! Again and again and again, his words made the Demon Queen wetter than she's been in a long, long time. To have her sense of power and might being appeased too during sex, would probably be comparable to an aphrodisiac for her. The mere thought of imposing her will over others - whether it be in her castle or on the battlefield - seemingly activated some sense of perverted lust for the queen!

Fuck! She was truly starting to _crave_his cock, needing it in her aching pussy right this instant!

"Aaaah... ooooh... nngggh~! Oh you..." Iris said as she locked her eyes on him, "You... you really know how to butter me up, don't you? Fufufuffu~"

Reaching her hands down, Iris first tangled them slightly in Kroda's mane, then glided them down to his chest. Her sharp nails began scratching into him, leaving light little lines in his flesh and fur. Groaning deeply, Kroda started groping her butt with equally as rough and harsh hands, making her give a throaty moan as her back arch. This lion was truly testing her fire as she began to twist and rock her hips, moving them in naughty little circles on his waist. Just one tiny slip, and his cock would be right where it needed to be; inside of her.

But no... she held it off for a little while longer, even if it was clear that right now, they both wanted it, both _needed_it.

"I could fuck you whenever I wanted too," Iris said as she looked upon him, one hand raising to rest upon her chest, "If I wanted to, I could force your legs open and take you in the hall, or in the bathtub, or on our dining room table. I could take you in the library alone, or even in my throne room where everyone can see us. I _own_you Kroda. I own you like I own everything in my lands... but... but..." she smiled, "That's okay... because I _love_you too."

Her assertion of dominance over him made Kroda blush. Iris... clearly had no shame in showing her lewd depravity to anyone and possibly_everyone_. The fact that she could pull him aside for a round of rough, kinky sex, made his body shiver in excitement. His body betrayed him, for his throbbing cock made it clear that the lion secretly loved to have others watch.

But it was her proclamation of love that caused the greatest change in Kroda. He blushed and looked away, even smiled in a shy manner. In just a few hours, she went from trying to kill him and his friends, to fucking him on the ground, to declaring her love for him. Some would say that's a bit quick, but Kroda didn't necessarily agree.

While lusts, primal need, and adrenaline may have played a part in all of this, Kroda would be lying if he said he didn't feel a sense of_kinship_from Iris. It was spiritual in a strange way; like he had been incomplete his whole life, and only now was he coming together.

Perfect mate... that made so much sense now...

"I... love you too, Iris," Kroda said as he nuzzled his nose against her neck.

"Oh... my darling," she said whilst rubbing his head, "As my love, you are granted certain rights with me and my body, that I promise to _no_other."

His eyes grew wide.

"Does that mean...?" he asked, before cutting himself off.

"Yes... it does... Kroda Stagg..." placing her hands upon his cheeks, Iris framed his face with her own, letting him see the devilish and excited smile she had on, "I want your most _potent_seed, my love. I want the same amount of virility that you gave me just moments ago. You will be the first and only man to have the privilege of impregnating me, Iris Mordredus. Rejoice with this knowledge."

Her words were regal, with this religious tone of reverent worship in terms of herself. But she was speaking of something so lewd as to breed her. Hearing it, thinking about it... oooh... it made Kroda's cock throb even harder as it leaked out a steady stream of pre that slathered and painted Iris' gyrating ass. There wasn't much he could say to her... other than--

"Yes ma'am!"

But then his head moved in, causing Iris to do likewise as their eyes closed.

"I know for a fact that our children will be amazing," he whispered, before... "Mmfff..."

"Mmmm..."

Their kiss was soft and gentle; far more than any of the kisses they had shared thus far. It wasn't a dominating battle of tongues in which Kroda always lost. No, this was a passionate dance between lovers. Amid their kiss, their hands even came together, fingers interlaced in a lover's lock that couldn't be broken by anything.

Humming softly, Kroda pulled Iris down to lay her top him once more, then released their hands to bring it upon her back. Then he deepened the kiss, his hips rocking slowly to hump his cock between her perfect cheeks more and more. Iris pushed back, wanting it still; they were both so damn antsy! But they also both pulled away, breaking the kiss as spit hung from their juicy lips.

Eh... a little more teasing never hurt!

"Mmmmuuaaaaaaaah...! Mmmph!"

Kroda clamped his lips around one of Iris' juicy nipples, sucking upon it firmly as he got a hit of her taste. Breasts this glorious deserved to be sucked nice and long and hard, until her nipples were swollen and achy! Iris giggled too, finding the lion's hunger to be so cute, and she even nuzzled his head closer.

Hunger... hunger...

""Mmfff... now I know our spawn will grow to be big and strong," Kroda said as he brought his head back, letting her large tits jiggle upon release, "Just look at how much milk they can get from these beauties! Purrrrrr! You release they'll probably inherit their father's hunger, right?"

"Fufufufufufu~! Hunger is good," Iris replied as she tossed her hair up, "Desire for more and never settling... oh, our children will be _rightful_heirs."

Grasping his face, Iris again angled it up with hers as she pursed her lips. He did likewise, and the two planted cute little kisses on one another... before the Demon Queen let her mate drop.

Alright... no more games...

"Are you ready, my mate?" Iris asked as she raised her hips, unveiling her heavenly pussy, "Soon... we shall become one..."

And as if to punctuate this, Iris began grinding her moist mound against his throbbing cock, coaxing groans from Kroda which filled the air around them. It took him a few moments to realize what was about to happen; she was really going to fuck him, and with no condom in sight. But, right, this wasn't casual sex; Iris was looking for children, and dammit, she was going to get them! And he was going to_give_them to her!

That thought, that realization, it spurned a heat and rush within the lion. He should have known that, on his salary, having children right now was a big no-no. But when a queen of demons is on your lap, her red eyes burning bright, you too will realize it was impossible to say 'no'.

As if Kroda even wanted to.

Come hell or high water, he was going to the Demon Queen the children she deserves! It is the duty of her perfect mate after all!

Iris' desires were palpable. Her breathing was slow, her mouth was a smile, and her red eyes were brighter now than they had been all night long. Keeping Kroda pinned, the Demon Queen slowly began to descend, pressing the head of his cock to her slit... and then pushing_doowwwwwwwn_. The thick head of his dick slipped into her folds, making Iris moan aloud from lust. Her hot and tight pussy squeezed upon his cock, merciless in its hold as it steadily coursed into her body. She then leaned back and moaned some more, not stopping until every bit of her cunt took his dick for her and her alone.

Oh yes... for her own; all of this - all of _him -_belonged to her and her alone.

His dick. His dick was amazing._Iris has had partners of greater size than him in the past, but for some reason, this was just... _better. It fitted better, it touched all of her buttons better, it kissed her womb better; everything was _better!_She couldn't explain it... but it just was!

So imagine how _Kroda_felt.

"Hnnnggg...! Hhaaaaaaaa!" the lion moaned out as his length split her folds.

His lovers cunt was tight and hot, and so damn wet! When she pushed down his eyes widened, watching as he disappeared into the larger Demon Queen above him. And once he felt her body weight sink down on his hips, he arched his back while gathering a fistful of the grass below in each hand.

The initial penetration sent sparks of pleasure through his body, making him tremble under the might of his queen. If he wasn't careful, he'd climax immediately, and surely face the disappointment of Iris on their first joining. So he hunkered down and endured it, waiting for the glorious moment where his queen would--

Pat...

Fall upon his lap.

"Ooooooooohoooooh! Fuck!" Kroda groaned, with Iris doing likewise.

"Mmmfffffff!" the Demon Queen groaned as she bit into her bottom lip, her eyes gazing up with barely restrained lusts.

It finally happened; both lovers were joined as one.

"Nmmmph~ how does that feel, my sweet?" Iris asked whilst looking down upon him, "How does it feel that you and I have officially come together? Fufufufufu... I have long since dreamed of this day. The day when I would truly become one with my perfect mate!"

"Ooooh... h-how can I describe this, my love?" Kroda asked as he held back a throaty groan, "If I didn't... hah... know any better... it feels like you'd pull my whole body right in there... not that... that's bad... heh... o-of course... nmmmm..." closing his eyes, he groaned again before continuing on, "I am the luckiest man in the world... mmmf... to feel you hot, wet pussy around me... it's almost indescribable!" bringing up a hand, he grabbed upon her tits while his hips slowly started rocking the Demon Queen back and forth, "We must start off slow... savor this feeling... until you really buckle down and _conquer_me."

"Oh, my lovely, lovely naive little lion," Iris replied as she raised her hand slightly, "I've _already_conquered you. Now all that is left for me to do is _mark_you. Mark you so that all the people in all the lands know who you_belong_to."

Such a strong statement. It made Kroda shiver, then shudder, then groan with excitement and delight.

Regardless of if the lion was ready or not, Iris began to move her hips, using her expertly trained pussy to milk and squeeze his throbbing cock. Her hips danced in naughty little circles on his member, while her grin grew in size. Suckling and stroking his cock, her pussy gave him the kind of pleasure that only a powerful demon of her caliber could give. One would suspect a woman who had as much sex as her would have quite the loose pussy. One would be wrong... or at worse, they'd be_dead_. For it seems as if Iris' work out sessions - not to mention brutal battle after brutal battle - had not only given her the toned figure of a war goddess, but the toned _pussy_of one too. A toned pussy she knew how to use.

The slick labia of her cunt was as smooth and strong as stone, if not marble, if not _steel!_But it was so wonderfully shaped, so beautifully curved, that it could only have been sculpted by a true god of art. When Kroda's cock slipped up into her womanhood, he felt every inch of his length being treated by a highway of shear, perfect pleasure.

The lion had never felt anything even _close_to this in his entire life. The tightness around his dick and fell, coupled with the deep moans that came from his lover. Even with a slower pace like this, Kroda still had to hold himself back, not allowing himself to fully surrender to Iris' perfectly lewd body.

But it wasn't easy, especially when Iris began picking up the pace.

"Do you like this, Kroda?" She asked as she took his hands to slap them on her ass, "Enjoy my body to its fullest. Let your desires run free, and..." she raised her hips slightly and shot him a devious glare, "Listen to our bodies as they become one."

Kroda braced for Impact. Iris did not disappoint.

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

"OOOOH! IRIS! OOOH YES!!! SAVAGE ME! MARK ME WITH YOUR CUM!!!"

Up and down, Iris began to slam herself upon his cock, all as she grinned with primal glee. Her ass clapped against his waist, sending naughty ripples not only through her bouncing form, but also such sensual slapping sounds throughout the land around them. And as she continued building her pace, the Demon Queen started moaning louder and louder, nearly roaring much like Kroda did. The sonorous cries from such a regal queen instead sounded truly like music to the lion's ears.

She was overwhelming him. Overpowering him. Dominating him. Iris wasn't lying when she said she was going to make him hers. After tonight, even if he did have sex with other women, he'd never gain even a fraction of the same pleasure he was enduring under her plight. But a lion never fully submits, do they? Not without a fair fight.

And with her tits bouncing above him, attracting his gaze, Kroda felt a spurt of energy. His cock was rumbling, desperate to explode deep inside of Iris' heavenly pussy, but he still had a surge of energy roaring elsewhere. Releasing his hold from her ass, he instead brought his hands over, grasping upon Iris' tits. Taken aback, the Demon Queen looked t him with an eyebrow raised, only for--

"HUUUUP!!!"

Kroda put _all_of his strength into his legs and upper body, pushing against Iris. It took a lot of spirit and grit - the Demon Queen's a huge woman - but after a few moments, he was capable of moving Iris off of him, and laying her upon the grass below.

Now Kroda was on top, his cock still buried into her pussy, and his mouth still wailing with moans and groans. His hands however were stuffed hard into her tits, pressing them against her chest as he fitted himself between her legs. He had gotten the upper hand on the Demon Queen, but the nonchalant face she had on seemed to imply otherwise.

"Now what...?" Iris asked as Kroda just sat there, struggling to catch his breath.

"Now... now I... I..." he swallowed his spit, "Now... I'm gonna _fuck_you."

"Fufufufufufu... really?" the Demon Queen replied, her tone so cool as she casually laid her hands behind her head in a relaxed pose, "Then do it, darling. Fuck me."

Shit... he had turned the tables on her... only to have her _instantly_do the same. Yes, he was above her, yes he had his hands on her tits, his cock in her pussy, and her in the ground, but it all seemed like a game to Iris. He hadn't gained power; he'd only gained the _illusion_of power. The Demon Queen was still in charge!

Fuck! His cock hurt soooooo damn much! Why was Iris so damn flawless erotic!?

Still, Kroda never gave up, not until his body gave out on him! So he hunkered down and truly stuffed his length as deep into Iris as it could possibly go, and then he slammed his head straight into the soft, perfect valley of her tits, groaning into her. All that was left was too--

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

"HAAAAH! HOOOOOH! OOOOOH! FUCK! SO FUCKIGN GOOD! SOOO FUCKING GOOD!"

Kroda's roars were laced with the primal fury of a lion, all as he slammed his dick in and out of Iris' pussy with relentless speed, brutal power, and unbridled passion! Every inch of his cock stroked upon her pussy, punching and rubbing and grinding against all the buttons inside of her. His dick was like a key perfectly made for her slot, ticking and clicking her tumblers in place, to draw levels of pleasure from Iris she'd never experienced from anyone else.

"Haaaah...! Ooooooh...! Fuaaaaaaah~~~!" she moaned, her sultry voice filling the air around him, "Look at you... fuhaah... desperately swinging your hips... mmfff...! My mate is truly pitiful... isn't he...?"

"I can't help myseeeeeeelllfff!" Kroda growled back, "Your pussy feels too good! You're fucking perfect, Iris! You're perfect!"

"Haaaaah... oooooh...! Fufu... I'm very pleased to hear it," Iris replied, before giving a sensual growl... followed by a twitch, "Do you truly adore me that much, Kroda?"

"No... I don't adore you! I love you!"

And Kroda doubled down on this declaration, not just by plowing into Iris even harder than he already was, but by hooking his arms beneath her legs. To the Demon Queen's surprise, He began lifting her legs up and up and up, testing and realizing that she was surprisingly limber for her bulky size! Before Iris knew it, her legs were hanging top Kroda's legs, dangling in the air above him as the lion put her into a mating press!

Well, she did say he was the only one allowed to _breed_her; a mating press is appropriate then.

Intelligent thought had long since been discarded by the lion, who pounded and slammed his dick as deep into Iris as he could possibly go. His long, thick length ran the entire gamut of the Demon Queen's cunt, while his balls jiggled and slapped against her. It was surging, rising, bubbling, growing; he was going to fucking doing it!

Passionately roaring as he pounded his dick into Iris, Kroda wasn't going to stop until he made the Demon Queen see stars! And though she was restrained at first, holding herself back from fully falling over the edge, something inside of her just seemed to... click...

Maybe it was Kroda's dick. It was perfect for her, despite its size compared to previous lovers. Everything just seemed to slide into place... but no, that's not it. Maybe it was the lion's passions, which came through in the form of his hips, which blurred as he pounded her into the grass below... but not, that's not it either. So why? Why was the Demon Queen faltering? Why was she being overwhelmed by Kroda and his dick? What was going on that made her eyes roll back, and these deep breaths, pants and moans leave her lips? What was it? What was it!?

"I LOVE YOU!"

Oh, yeah, that's it; Kroda's voice. His endless cries, professing his love for her! They were... overwhelming!

"I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! ILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU!!!"

Iris held back as best she could, struggling to keep her mouth closed and teeth clinched as her eyes screwed shut. But one of those thrusts hit such a sweet spot inside of her, garnering a sharp 'GUH!' from her lips, and making her stare up to the skies overhead.

And she saw them. She saw those stars.

"Me too...! Haaaaah! Me too!" Iris moaned, her eyes rolling back, "ME TOO! HAAAAAAH! ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO! METOOMETOOMETOO! NNGHAAAAHH! SO CUM INSIDE OF ME! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR LOVE! PLOW YOUR SEED DEEP WITHIN MY PUSSY!!!"

She didn't need to tell him twice...

Words no longer left Kroda; he could only respond to Iris' pleas with the primal pounding of his powerful hips. Unleashing his inner beast within her, the lion watched the Demon Queen's face take on a delirious and beautiful expression of shear slutty beauty. Eyes up, mouth in an oval shape, tongue hanging out, cheeks puffy and red, all as her voice cried higher and higher in pleasure.

Truly, the lion had never seen something so amazing before.

His mind was about to blank out from the savagery; he was close to passing out from the violent fucking he was giving her. As his vision began to fade, those strong hands of his gripped tightly upon her tits, once again clinching them around his furry head and mane.

It was all so hot, so sweaty, so delicious... and so fucking good!

She had finally pushed him over the edge, and he had done likewise.

The dam burst open.

"RRAAAAAGHHH!!! HAAAAAAAA!!!"

Such a large, grand, powerful roar. From this side of the mountain to the next, all would be able to hear him. What would it sound like to those unaware of what was going on? That he was being brutally killed? In a way... perhaps you can say that is what's happening. Kroda's soul_was certainly being _taken.

His cock hard and rigid, the lion unleashed a torrent of seed deep inside of Iris' body. She looked down, mouth agape, feeling his virile seed as it poured inside of her. This... was the first time she's _ever_experienced something this _amazing_before. His cum had strength, power, and _weight_to it! When he shot deep inside of the Demon Queen - when he pumped her to her core - he stained her once pink walls completely white.

And Iris felt _every_moment of it!

Halfway through his orgasm, he was able to fill her cunt completely, causing the rest to burst out from around them. It leaked upon his own ground, staining fur and balls, before splattering out to stain the grass beneath them. To unleashed such thick loads so soon after one another was unheard of; is this the power of their perfect mating?

Kroda... couldn't really think about any of that right now.

Whole minutes passed before Kroda's cock would cease throbbing and dumping seed into the great Demon Queen, leaving his cries to trickle down into moans, and his moans to shift into purring. Growing limp, he fell face forward into Iris' tits, and allowed her legs to drop. Her breasts... oh... they were the perfect pillows after such a righteous fucking.

"Haaaah... haaahh... haaaaahh... I-Iris..." Kroda breathlessly moaned... before giving one final flex of his muscles to bring the last bit of his cum out.

And yeah... Iris felt that too.

"Ah~!" she winced, her voice surprisingly high in pitch for just the briefest of moments, "Huaaaa... soooo warm..." placing her hands upon her cunt, Iris stroked it as more of his seed oozed out of her in a thick, syrupy river, "Do you see this, Kroda? Do you see this, sweetheart? Fufufufufufu~ You are the first man to have ever came inside of me. Take pride in this knowledge. Together.. we will make strong children," Plap!"Nmm? K-Kroda?"

She looked down, her head falling upon his messy head. Placing her hands upon his cheeks, she pulled him up to stare upon his face, seeing nothing but a blissful smile... and completely closed eyes. Considering the volume and potency of his cum, Kroda looked like he literally shot his soul into Iris' body. The sight of him, now unconscious after having the greatest sex of his life, brought a cute smile to Iris' lips.

"I love you, my dear..." she said before pursing her lips, "And now, you may _never_leave me. You are my mate. Forever and ever..."

Chu...

...

Act 4: Perfect Mates

"Zzzzzzzz...sniff..._mmmff... zzzzzzzz... _sniff..._mmfffph? Hnnn...? _Sniff... sniff... fire...? I'm smelling... fire...?"

Brown eyes snapped open, where he saw nothing but flickering lights in the distance. Wh... what? Flickering lights? Hmm...

Slowly Kroda arose, rubbing his eyes where he realized that those flickering lights were stars; he was looking up. Hmm... oh... right... right... right...

Wow... what a crazy dream, right? Yeah. He went on a hiking trip with his friends, where the most beautiful, smoking hot, sexiest woman appeared out of thin air, searching for her perfect mate. And he just so happened to be that 'perfect mate'. Heh... crazy, right? Sounded like the plot to a doujinshi he loves to read!

Sucks that it was what it was; just some kinky, wet dream. Nothing that crazy ever happens in real life. Yeah...

But... um... what about that fire?

Slowly Kroda looked to his left, his eyes dropping upon the garage that sat outside of the cabin... and it was in a roaring _blaze._His eyes widened and he jumped up, causing the jacket he was using as blankets to fall over. Wait... jacket he was using as a blanket? This was his jacket, and he was completely _naked!_Not only that, but the fire couldn't mask the odor of intense sex that permeated the air! Which means...

"It wasn't a dream?" he muttered to himself, slack-jawed at this realization, "Th-then that means..." he stood up, still using his jacket to cover his unmentionables, "Iris! Iris! I-... oh..."

He looked over towards the pond, his eyes falling upon the statuesque figure of a certain Demon Queen. She stood, completely naked at the lake's edge, her back to him, erect and immobile like a glorious statue. Kroda reached out for her, only to stop and swallow his spit. She appeared to be deep in thought; had something happened while he was unconscious? Should he give her some time? No. He was her perfect mate; he should make sure she's okay! It's the least he could do.

"I-Iris..." Kroda said as he approached the Demon Queen, who glanced at him from over her shoulder, before looking back to the waters of the lake.

"Kroda..." she responded, her voice solemn and stoic.

He joined Iris at the lake's edge, standing beside her where their reflections were cast in the lake below. Reading her face, Kroda could see that she had indeed been deep in thought, contemplating something. He was hesitant to ask, but after once again swallowing his spit and puffing up his chest, he reached out for her hand. The Demon Queen did not fight back, and allowed him to hold her hand.

"Is something wrong...?" Kroda asked, to which Iris sighed.

"I tried getting in contact with my castle," she answered, "But I hear nothing. I hear not my witch Fenrir, nor do I hear my servants. I hear not my people, nor my knights. I hear... nothing. And when I try to summon my blades or items or anything..." she extended her free hand, conjuring up black magic within her palm, "Nothing appears..." the magic faded, "I am not in Daemonium."

"Uh... yeah... you're not," Kroda said as he sheepishly scratched his head, "You're on Earth."

"Earth... you did say that before, didn't you?" Iris muttered, "Earth... I have heard of this world before. To think that I would be here. Haaah... then... it is as I feared. I am here, and my kingdom is... so very, very far away."

"Well... can't you just go back...?" Kroda asked, to which the Demon Queen shook her head.

"If only it were so easy," she replied, "To perform the spell, I had to wait centuries for a Tempest to appear."

"A... Tempest?"

"It is what we call a special type of storm that forms in Daemonium ever so rarely," Iris explained, "But from it falls not rain nor wind, but instead objects, like stones, trees... rubble. They are carried from distant worlds, and dropped into ours. It means that the barrier between realms has started to wane, if ever so briefly. When the Tempest formed in Daemonium, I had my head witch perform a spell that would summon my perfect mate to Daemonium... summon you. Instead, the opposite appears to have happened; I am on Earth instead."

"So... for you to return to Daemonium, you'll need one of those Tempest storms to form, right?" Kroda asked, to which Iris nodded, "If you're so powerful... can't you just make another...?"

His statement caused Iris to leer at him, her red eyes sharp and deadly. Freezing in place, he wondered if he said something to offend. But before he could even ask, Iris reached over and pinched his cheek, causing a sharp wince from him.

"Ow! Ow! Owie! What did I do?" he asked, while Iris moved in.

"Insulting my power; have you learned nothing yet?" the Demon Queen growled, before finally releasing his cheek, "If it were easy to open up a Tempest, you would have been in Daemonium eons ago. But the Tempest is so strange, so irregular, that not even we demons are sure of what it is, why it forms, or what causes it. So until I can figure out how to return to Daemonium, it looks as if I am stuck here."

"Well... then it'll only be a matter of time until you return," Kroda stated, causing Iris to look at him in a curious manner, her head cocked to one side.

"And why would you say that?" she inquired.

"Well... heh... you're Demon Queen Iris! You already used the Tempest to travel through dimensions! If anyone can figure out a way to return to Daemonium, it'll be someone as tenacious and powerful as you are! So if you ask me..." he bumped his hip into hers, "Think of this as a... little vacation, I guess! You can stay with me in my apartment!"

"I_can_stay with you?" Iris repeated, before turning to face him directly, "Don't you mean, I _will_stay with you? Or - more accurately - don't you mean to say 'Oh, please, my dearest Iris! Stay with me in my apartment! For I am so thankful to have you in my life!' Yes... isn't _that_what you mean?"

"Heh heh... yeah... you took the words right out of my mouth," Kroda said, smirking and nodding... and causing Iris to do the same.

So... her perfect mate as chosen by the Ether was not some great warrior, nor some distant ruler, or some mythical being... but a lion. And a goofball of a lion at that. It felt silly thinking that to herself, but as she stared upon his beaming smile, Iris felt warm on the inside.

Yes, he was her perfect mate, as silly as that is to say. And while she didn't know much... or, well, _anything_about him aside from his name and species, Iris could already feel a certain bit of kinship emanating from the lion. So while this strange world may be new to her, if she had Kroda to explore it with, then it wouldn't be too bad.

This strange world... hah... ripe for the taking.

A devilish smile appeared on her lips... but perhaps its best to learn first. _Conquering_can come later...

"Aah! Oh fuck! I just remembered!" Kroda said as he turned around, facing the path to the cabin, "My friends, John, Frank and Sally! They left a while ago! We need to catch up with them and explain everything before they call the cops! In fact..." he looked down, "How long have we been a sleep?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm sure we can catch up with your friends before they alert whatever authorities exist within this world," Iris replied as she stepped forward, "We should instead focus on putting on our clothes. Unless this world has no qualms with complete nudity."

"I both wish it did, and am happy it doesn't," Kroda replied with a grin, "Okay, let's get on our clothes and hurry down the mountain. I'm sure with you, we could get down there in no time. Ah! But before we do..." he pointed to the fire of the garage and the miniature ravine she created, "I don't want to ask too much of you, my queen, but... could you _fix_this? I'll explain everything to you later, but I think it would be best if we kept your existence a secret from everyone else. Which includes cleaning all of this up."

"Hnmm... keep me a secret? Are you the possessive type, Kroda?" Iris asked, drawing a blush to his cheeks.

"Heh... uh... not... well... not a lot..." he muttered, before shaking his head, "But if all the stories I've watched and read have told me anything, when a being of your caliber appears before mankind, all hell breaks loose. At least for now, let's try to keep you a secret. We can... um... uh... shit... how am I supposed to explain everything to my friends? They won't believe anything I say!"

"Then leave it to me," Iris said whilst tossing up her hair, "Believe me, Kroda, I can be _very_convincing."

"Oh... yeah... I know," he said with a warm, bashful blush.

Before he could speak another word, Iris stepped forward and faced the garage, where her expression grew suddenly sharp. Reaching her hand out for the burning building, caused a black and purple ring of magic to appear around her hand, causing Kroda to gasp in awe. Gripping the ring, Iris turned it softly and began turning it like a dial, causing a bubble of raw magic to appear around the burning garage.

And then the fire went out.

And then the ones burning wood and cinders turned brown again.

Blocks of wood, pieces of stone, and shrapnel of metal, all began flowing up in the sky, before putting themselves back together. In shear amazement, Kroda could do nothing but watch as the garage slowly put itself back together again, as if it hadn't had a car thrown at it and set ablaze!

"Holy shit..." he muttered... but the show wasn't done yet.

With the garage fixed, Iris turned her attentions to the ravine she created, performing a similar action on it as she had done before. The same ring, the same bubble, all as Kroda watched the once splintered ground reformat itself, and the lake return to its pristine form. It felt like forever, but before he knew it, everything was right back to normal!

Kroda stood there, mouth agape in shear amazement, while Iris casually tossed her hair over her shoulder. She didn't even break a sweat.

"Darling...?" she said, her hand on her hip as she turned to face him, "Are you going to pick your jaw up from off the floor, or are we going to catch your friends?"

"Um... yeah... right... heh... right... let me... get on my clothes."

Holy shit Iris was powerful. And not like, a little powerful, we're talking _extremely_powerful. Like, final boss in an anime levels of powerful! Did she reverse time in those areas, or did she just fix them? Either answer was incredibly terrifying!

"Say... Iris... let's say I _didn't_agree to be your perfect mate... what would you have done?" Kroda asked, to which the Demon Queen giggled.

"I would have locked you up and used you as my breeding stud," she answered without a moments hesitation, "Why do you ask?"

"Heh... uh... just curious..."

...

"This is fucking crazy! This is fucking crazy! This is fucking crazy! This is fucking _CRAAAAZZZYYYYY!!!_John!"

"What!?"

"Did you reach the cops yet!?"

"No, I didn't!"

At the base of Blackwood Trail is a place commonly called Junker's Pass. Don't imagine anything too cool with a name like that; it's just the parking lot at the foot of the mountain, where all the trails split from and converge into. Why it gets a name as cool as that is anyone's guess.

Two cars; a jeep and a truck, and nothing else. They sat side by side and were completely alone, save for the trio who stood outside of it. Resting in the trunk of the truck, there was an unconscious mouse, with a canary checking over him. She was intense, frantic too, making sure the mouse was still breathing, while the wolf stood nearby whilst checking his phone.

Frank had yet to wake up from his slap, causing Sally to fear that he was actually comatose as oppose to merely unconscious. Making matters worse, despite having gotten down to the foot of the mountain, john still couldn't get a hold of the authorities. All the while, their friend Kroda was probably being torn the shreds by that weird fucking woman, assuming he hadn't already been killed.

"Quickly, John!" Sally snapped as she checked him over.

"I still don't have reception!" the wolf shouted back, before growling in frustrations, "Fuck it!"

"Wh-what? Where are you going?"

"Where do you think I'm going?" he replied as he started marching off, "I'm going back! Kroda's up there with that fucking bitch! I'm not going to just let him die!"

"Then what? Are you just going to go up there and die with him?" Sally snapped back, to which he shrugged his shoulders.

"Like... I don't know! But I can't do nothing!" the wolf retorted, "I refuse to just stand here while he gets torn to shreds, Sall! That woman picked up a fucking truck! I don't think Kroda can just fight her by himself! I didn't even want to come down here without him! God knows what's going on with him, and I refuse to just-- why are you making that face...?"

Sally's... eyes were absolutely wide. Soon after, the canary began shivering in place, while her hands pressed up to her beak. She couldn't speak, could only croak in absolute fear, causing John to raise an eyebrow.

"Sal," he muttered, "Is something wrong..."

She didn't answer; she just pointed.

And now John began feeling that same, blood curdling fear. Nevertheless, he followed along with her point, turning around where his eyes fell upon--

"What the...?"

Her.

The purple-haired woman.

Demon Queen Iris stood just a few feet away, having seemingly appeared out of thin air. Dressed in her elegant garb, a purple miasma flowed off of her form, sending a chill that permeated the air. Both the wolf and the canary could only gawk at her, confused by how she suddenly appeared behind them, and wondering... what now?

"No... how the fuck did you..." Sally muttered, only for Iris to say,

" Silence..."

And a chill befell the area, causing both of them to do as they were told; grow silent. Like a viper, the Demon Queen's eyes glowed, appearing like hypnotic lights in the far, far distance. Both the wolf and the canary were horrified of her, but for some reason, they were petrified and incapable of moving. Iris continued walking forward with her red eyes glowing bright, keeping the two dominated and still before she rose her hands.

" Now listen as your queen speaks," said Iris, her voice booming and echoing all around them as if they were in a sound chamber, " You are _ not _ afraid of me. I am Kroda's _ fiancee, _ Iris Mordredus.** I did not fall from the skies, nor am I a demon. There was no attack. The trip to the lodging was not only to celebrate Kroda's new job, but it was also to get to know me better. We will return to the cabin and sleep well through the night. As so decreed by the queen.**"

Snap!

"Nnngghh..."

"Mmmffff... hhnnnnh... oooooh..."

Both John and Sally stumbled, their hands on their heads as they wavered in their stance. Something felt off, strange too, as if things weren't right. There was something about a woman, right? And an attack? Wasn't there a fire or something? And... and...

"When did we get back to our cars...?" John muttered as he looked over his shoulder.

"And... what the hell happened to Frank...?" Sally asked as she looked at the mouse's unconscious body.

"Oh... ya'know... he drank a bit too much!" a certain lion's voice rang.

The two looked past Iris, their eyes falling on Kroda as he approached them with a smile on their lips. They didn't know why, but they were absolutely _overjoyed_to see the lion! He was 100% okay, and was smiling from cheek to cheek in a beaming fashion.

"Kroda! You're alright!" said John as he and Sally rushed him, the two hugging him on both sides.

"What's wrong you guys?" he said with a grin, "You two act like you're seeing a ghost! We all just got only a little drunk at the cabin!"

"We... we did...?" John muttered, before closing his eyes, "I can't... really remember it all too well..."

"Yeah... m... me neither..." Sally added on, to which the lion chuckled again.

"That's why it's called being drunk. Of course you two don't remember!" Kroda said with another laugh, "Don't worry too much about it; me and Iris got everything covered."

"You and... Iris...?" murmured John, before h turned slowly to face the Demon Queen.

She stood before the wolf and canary, smiling in a devilish manner. This tall, human-like woman, with the eyes and tail of a reptile, horns of a bull, and the stature of a Olympian. They didn't know much of Iris, aside form her name, and the fact that she was Kroda's fiancee. Riiiight, this trip... it was so they could get to know her better, wasn't it?"

"I still can't believe Kroda's getting married," Sally said in an entranced manner as she stood before Iris, looking her up and down, "Wow... uh... uhm... uh..." she scratched the back of her head, "I... don't remember if I introduced myself yet but... uh... it's nice to meet you, Iris. I'm Sally."

"And I'm John..." the wolf tacked on, "I also can't remember if I introduced myself. Sorry about that."

"It's okay, it's okay," Iris said before pointing towards the _still_unconscious mouse, "We need to get back to the cabin so... could someone carry Frank?"

"Right! I got it!" the wolf said as he walked for the mouse, picking him up, "Jeeze Frank, why'd you drink so much if you can't handle it?"

"He's_always_drinking too much," Sally groaned, "He's such a fucking lightweight..."

With the mouse in hand, the wolf started back up Blackwood Trail, with Sally walking at his side. Casually they began talking, mostly berating Frank for his perceived stupidity, but also making confused comments towards Iris and Kroda about their relationship. Most importantly, neither side seemed to think anything was out of the ordinary.

All the while, the two perfect mates lingered behind, hesitating to follow along for a few moments, before turning to face one another.

"Sooooooo... you can brainwash people?" Kroda asked, to which Iris giggled.

"More or less," she replied simply, her lips curling into a devious and sensual smile, "It only works on people with... _weak_minds. Honestly, you all are like pieces of paper with how strong your resilience is."

"Well... magic doesn't exist in our world so... I guess I can't be too surprised," Kroda muttered, only to raise an eyebrow, "Wait... the means you didn't actually need to try and kill us in the beginning. You could have just brainwashed us all whenever you wanted to so... why didn't you do that?"

"Oh, my darling Kroda, ask yourself. Would you waste your time brainwashing ants?"

Her statement was humbling and horrifying. Was she so strong that she saw them all as ants? Oh... right... she is the woman who lifted a car, summoned lightning, fractured the earth, and then rewound time so... yeah, she is that strong. Though... Kroda was more embarrassed by the fact that brainwashing ants to do your bidding sounds pretty damn cool.

"Now then, Kroda. I have so much to learn about this world," Iris said as she offered him her hand, "Your friends will be sleeping, but you and I? We'll being staying up aaaaalll niiiiiight looooong..."

Her words made him smile... and caused a certain area of his body to_stiffen._

"I look forward to it, love," he said.

He took her hand into his own.

Boy... Frank was going to be in for a world of confusion come the morning.