Draiss ignored the guards except for putting them against walls hard enough to stun them with telekinesis, before teleporting behind the mage and slamming him into a statue, knocking him unconscious, leaving just him and the royal couple aware in the throne room. He paused dramatically at the bottom of the steps, looking over his two newest slaves, and liked, for the most part, what he saw. The king looked about in his mid to late-30s, slightly out of shape, but still with enough muscle to not be disgusting, only enhanced by his slight, almost female, figure, a good bitch boy for a demon lord. The queen was even more succulent, in her early to mid-20s, her body having just ripened into maturity, though not as full figured as Draiss liked, her dress providing the accenting necessary to enhance her to the matronly look, but was still succulent enough that he wouldn't toss her to the demons.<br/><br/>He glanced back over his shoulder, and ordered another fifty collars to be delivered to him, and grinned as they dropped out at his feet. He scooped them up, and began collaring the guards and wizard, taking a moment to gender swap each one, and ordering them to be silent and wait for him to return, despite all of them being unconscious. The collars would ensure they did as they were ordered. With five extra collars still in hand, he turned back to the king and queen, before teleporting up beside them, and collaring them both in a blink of an eye. He then pulled the king out of his throne, and sat it, and then tore off his clothing, leaving him clad only in his crown, which was held down with a spell. He glanced at the horrified queen, who was staring at the massive shaft slowly hardening and rising up to meet her husband's ass, and ordering her to be silent and still, before SLOWLY impaling the puppet king on his shaft, conquering the nation in the most primal way possible.