Call Me Yours (Yandere x Reader Oneshots)

M. Demon Lord x F. Harem Girl

In a world blessed with magic, it was no surprise there was great danger. At first, it was simple monsters such as dire wolves and golems; however, they only grew stronger and stronger, demons beginning to emerge. The kingdoms fought back valiantly, pushing them back and eliminating any dangers with help of guilds and wizards. For a time, there was peace, but it all went downhill when the most dangerous individual revealed himself.

The first time any human being laid eyes on him was when he conquered the Kingdom of Acredia. He stood over the body of the royal family, a smirk spreading from one side of his face to the others, sharp teeth present. His wings rested behind him like a dragon's, numerous ancient marks were tattooed on his body as if they were natural. The people of the kingdom cowered before him, hearing the terrifying tone of his deep voice. Right then and there, he declared war on the world, taking Acredia for himself.

However, it didn't stop there. He kept pushing and pushing, dominating more of the world as he saw fit. The male was on the front lines of his own army of demons and monsters, wiping out the fools that stood against him. He reveled in the blood, the gore, the fear in his victim's eyes. It was all so tempting to him, and he didn't have to bat an eye to get what he wanted. No one could challenge him and live to tell the tale.

The world fell at his feet within only half a year. A demon among demons, he wiped out all who stood in his path with his strength, taking the victor's spoils. In the middle of the largest continent, there was a large castle that was the size of a city. That was where he had his base, enjoying everything that the world had to offer. All around the world, there were rumors of him, but the most prevalent, due to the terror he inspired in all races, was that he had no heart. But that was far from true.

Those that resided in the Demon City of Sayant saw the truth of the matter. The male had his own interests and disinterests, even his own sexual desires. Surrounded by luxury, it wasn't a shock that he had his own harem. It consisted of over one thousand women, growing by the day. Some would have expected more, but he was incredibly picky about them, and more often than not, when one failed to please him, he would eat them, feed them to his subordinates, or throw them to the dire wolves.

To compensate for the rapid loss of his harem members, he had kingdoms offer up their best ladies every month as a sacrifice. If they did so, he would limit the amount his subordinates could kill. If they did not, he would take them by force and kill those responsible for delaying his stimulants. Such a thing was expected of a Demon Lord, especially the brutality to which he dominated others for denying things he truly desired.

"Demon Lord Alcaros!" a woman screamed, reaching her climax.

It appeared the male wasn't satisfied with the harem girl he was using for his relief. Although he slammed her down on his member and other women touched all over his body, he wasn't stimulated enough. He was practically slamming her hips down on him, and while it was somewhat pleasurable, he wanted more. With the amount of force he pulled her down with, the pain she suffered was immeasurable. Blood flowed, and though she was in pain, she forced herself to continue making sounds of pleasure because she knew if she bored him, she would be disposed of.

As the Demon Lord was about to give up on the prospect of soothing his sexual tension, the thought of one of his harem girls entered his mind. He felt his member tighten at her image, letting out a low moan. His breath escalated and he closed his eyes, imagining the woman on top of him was her. Of course, her voice, body, and mannerisms were completely different, so the amount of pleasure was far from what he truly wanted, but it was more than any normal woman could offer him.

As he finished, his back arching just slightly, he murmured the (h/c) haired girl's name under his breath. The naked women on his bed all gasped and gossiped with one another. It wasn't often he came without mauling his "partner" in the process. Sure, the woman he had pushed off of him was bleeding, but it wasn't near the amount he typically did to others. A low growl originated at the back of his throat, the animalistic sound filled with desire.