Krathen's eyes pulsed with lust as he ravished the two most fuck-able women in his life, screwing them hard and fast in every orifice. His consort's healing ability, while quite useful in bed, was not actually necessary here, for as rough and intense as he was being, all three of the copies currently fucking her were still just illusions, and could not inflict any physical harm. However, that would not save her from passing out from exhaustion if he continued the way he was. Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as he continued to fuck both demonesses with the speed and force of a jackhammer, yet still with the same ungodly skill he always displayed.<br/><br/>However, luckily (or unluckily depending on your point of view), something else caught Krathen's attention, and he regained enough of his composure to recognize and rectify his own loss of control, but not before nailing his family for a good ten minutes longer and pumping them to the brim with his seed one more time. Then finally, reluctantly, Krathen pulled free from his consort and daughter, letting them slump to the ground now that he no longer supported them. Something was wrong... He smiled down at his daughter, enjoying the blissful expression on her face, leaning down to pull her into a deep kiss. He then turned to his consort and did the same, whispering a soft apology in her ear. "Sorry my dear, don't know what came over me." he purred, though he didn't sound all that sorry.<br/><br/>Krathen then stood up, his attention finally focusing on what had snapped him out of his trance in the first place. He snapped his fingers, and a messenger that had been waiting outside, fingering herself deeply stepped into the tent, her cunt still dripping fluid. "Give your report." Krathen commanded, fairly confident that he already knew what she was about to say. The messenger cleared her throat, obviously quite nervous, as any demon would be when delivering bad news to the Demon Lord. "My lord, while the city is now secure, I am afraid that General Shizuru has... departed. She left with many high ranking officials under her command, declaring themselves free from your rule, and apparently heading for the Principalities." the messenger winced, anticipating the Demon Lord's wrath, only to have him fondly ruffle her hair. "Very good, thank you for the message."<br/><br/>Krathen had been expecting something like this for some time, though the timing was a bit inconvenient. But still, Krathen always had another plan. He then gave the messenger his trademark smile, almost causing her to cream herself right where she stood. "Take a message. I want you to get in contact with the Deceiver. Tell him that he is long overdue for a promotion." The messenger's eyes widened in terror. Nehar'Ghul, the Deceiver of Kings, was the sort of demon that gave other demons nightmares. The only demon more feared than the Shapeshifter was of course the Demon Lord himself, and even then, most demons were not old enough to remember how terrifying Krathen had been long ago. Nehar'Ghul on the other hand, was spawned back when the Lord of Desire was only a few thousands years of age, and could remember Krathen as he had been in old times, which was probably the main reason why the Deceiver actually accepted Krathen's authority. Suffice to say, Krathen had... mellowed with age. Back in their time, he had been a true monster. Krathen gave the messenger a small royal seal, which greatly reassured her: even the Deceiver would balk at devouring the Demon Lord's royal messenger. She then made a respectful bow, and vanished, off to deliver her message. Krathen smiled as he looked over his new city. Shizuru's loss was unfortunate, but nothing he was not prepared for.