In his demon form, Malon swooped down to his castle, his loyal subjects bowing before him as he landed and morphed into his
Human Form. He handed his blood stained broadsword to one of his squires, who hurried away to clean it.
Removing his cloak and armor, he tossed it to another squire who rushed away to wash the blood stains from it.
Bare chested, he pushed open the door to the Harem Room and smiled. He'd conquered yet another insignificant tribe and felt like a celebration.
As the 6'4, muscled and slightly pale, warlord stomped into the middle of the room, he inhaled the fragrant scents of his slaves.
"Your master has destroyed yet another enemy,"
his deep voice rumbled.
"And now that the killing is finished, I've decided to have some fun with all of you."
He paused a moment, glancing around the room.
"Who should go first I wonder?"
his glowing red eyes settled on the elf princess Alisha.
Alisha was one of his favorites. He enjoyed it when she submitted to him without question and having her as his slave represented all of his accomplishments. He'd taken the beautiful princess of a powerful elf tribe and turned her into his obedient sex slave, her tribe now destroyed.
"Alisha."
He said simply.
Malon walked over to the pole she was chained to and crouched down to look into her eyes.
"I think I'll start with you. Disrobe for me. Now."