He purred in pleasure at their compliments of his form, knowing it was merely their natural survival reaction to being with their lord, and still enjoying it. "If you drain one hundred people of enough energy to make a kill, they won't notice, but if you kill one person a day over one hundred days, soon you have nothing to feed on. And this way, you might even encourage a few of them to strengthen their souls, making them even tastier. Cultivating the prey for proper, sustainable harvesting and all that. The approaching army, however, is another story altogether, and when they get her in about four or five days, you can fuck them on their dead and drain them until they are nothing but husks."<br/><br/>His greater succubus spymaster would soon learn his form was both incredibly endowed, to the point where a mere medium creature could just take him, though their bodies would adjust over time, and almost disgustingly virile. He enjoyed her luscious form, fucking her on top of the five new toys, who could only watch and whimper in terror and lust. After a couple hours of some of the randiest rutting he had ever experienced, he picked up his cum splattered spymaster, carrying her over one shoulder, and dumped her on the bed, before properly mounting her, and then sending her a thought that was likely unique for a demon lord.<em>You may feed off of me.</em>