Draiss smirked at the cultist, enjoying the slave's lips running up and down his shaft, her hands and breasts stroking his massive testes, her pussy oozing his seed. He stood up, and calmly pushed the slave woman away, and stretched, not bothering to redress in what little he had been wearing before coming into his room. "Very good. Much faster than I anticipated. Keep bringing me more, and you will have more of my minions for the upcoming battle. Get me three, and we will even bring a couple of the officers back, just for you and yours. I reward good results and initiative, helps ensure it happens again. Do enough, might even help you ascend into demonhood. I think Vrock would suit you just fine. Skip up past the fodder ranks, straight to the line warriors, keeping your magic skills? Just keep your minions preforming so admirably, might even gift you a succubus after the battle for a couple of nights."<br/><br/>He was teasing the human, though the offer was not entirely without basis in fact. Though no cultists of his had had that particular honor yet, several had ascended to other, lesser demon types while still keeping their skills. Four, truth be told, two quasits, a succubus, and a babau, but impressive none the less for only having cultists for maybe two dozen years at absolute most. He followed behind the leader, ignoring the stares from all the female cultists, and from a couple of the males, eager to meet and subjugate his newest slave slut. He hadn't had a chance to break a dragoness yet, and it would be fun to do so to a metallic. He shivered slightly in delight, enjoying a chance to actually be a greater demon lord without much in the way of consequences, having already alerted Ash and Kammy to prepare one hundred demons from each of their groups worthy of a material plane raid. The last one had been a quarter of a century back, and the demons had absolutely loved it, another so soon would make their morale unnaturally high, especially when they found out his plans for the plane.