Disgaea Fan Fiction ❯ Episode 15: The Throne, the Overlord & the Vassal ❯ Episode 15: The Throne, the Overlord & the Vassal ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: TerraBreaker 
Non Anime: Disgaea Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.19.2008 | Updated On: 07.19.2008 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Disgaea Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.19.2008 | Updated On: 07.19.2008 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own the game that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Disgaea: Hour of Darkness
Episode 15: The Throne, the Overlord & the Vassal
(See also Etna's Diary 15 - Not yet released - Terra)
Authored by TerraBreaker
********UPDATE:********* ******* 01/10/05 Formatting Revised********
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19/07/2008 - Posted on MM and permission updated
Foreword on the fic / A Word of Caution / SPOILER WARNING:
(It's that time again!)
This story continues loosely on from the "good" ending and contains minor spoilers that could ruin the game for you. If you haven't played through and completed the game (with the good ending), I suggest you stop reading and go and do it now.
This story is fictional, any similarities to real places, events, people (living or dead), Etc. were unintended and are purely coincidental.
This Fanfic is a lemon. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, lemon's contain explicit and often extreme sexual descriptions/content. Due to the nature of lemons they can provoke an extreme reaction from some people, who think that the activities a character engages in within the fic somehow mar that characters reputation. I've even known people become rather upset and/or angry concerning these fictional characters.
With that in mind, lets remember - all characters in this game are fictional, therefore any activities they engage in during this Fanfic are also FICTIONAL..
If you think that your perception of a character may be jeopardised by reading this fic, or you feel that sending abusive emails to the author will remedy the "situation," then please stop reading now. I'm not interested in hearing why you think a character would NEVER do such a thing, or why you think my writing sucks (unless it's constructive criticism of course.)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights to Disgaea:Hour of Darkness (which is a shame), I'm not making any money from this nor am I a millionaire so don't bother to sue me!
All Characters/Placenames, etc are (C) Copyright Koei / Nippon Ichi Software. Used without permission.
Lastly, my own personal thanks go out to Nippon Ichi Software for creating this amazing and refreshing game and Koei for releasing it in Europe, now I've just got to import La Pucelle :)
Warning ends
Terra
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Laharl sat alone in the throne room of the Overlord's Castle, seemingly enraptured by the impressive dancing columns of fire that defined the room. All of his vassals save Etna had recently been released from service and departed. "Temporarily of course," or so Laharl had said.
Gordon's posse had just recently departed for Earth and the bustling Netherworld was now starting to quieten down. The Overlord sat in motionless silence, his dark eyes staring fixedly ahead in deep thought over past events and future plans. His position shifted occasionally as he tried unsuccessfully to find a comfortable position, oblivious to the slim figure silently approaching him.
"Prince, why the long face?" Etna beamed, almost too cheerfully, interrupting his thoughts.
"... Oh, its you. Didn't I release you from my service. Shouldn't you be making the most of your SHORT vacation." Laharl suggested, his position on the throne remained unchanged.
"Well, I am your senior Vassal, I can't just leave you here, how would you cope without me?"
"You mean you couldn't find anything better to do, so you came here to bother me instead." Laharl stated knowingly, his eyes suddenly meeting hers.
"Heheheheh... P-Prince, you hurt me with such words." She quickly laughed off his comment, yet stood around sheepishly, shifting her weight from foot to foot nervously.
"So?" Laharl gestured with his open hand, "What is it?"
"Ummmm... I was thinking maybe you should take a break too, Prince." Etna beamed while a frown formed on Laharl's face.
"The Overlord can't... doesn't need to take "breaks," my stamina is limitless!" Laharl corrected himself, clearly taken aback by the audacity of her remark.
Etna rolled her eyes, "Not this again. Prince, you've been working too hard lately. I'm... a little worried about you."
"Don't tell me you're turning into that Love Freak?" Laharl smirked back at her, folding his arms again as he sank back onto the throne.
"Prince, I'm serious! You haven't fully recovered from our last battle, and you're already planning another campaign. You've got to rest sometimes too y'know." Etna's concern was beginning to show on her face.
Closing his eyes briefly, Laharl considered her speech. His hand moved unconsciously to his side, the injuries he'd sustained at the hands of his recent battles with Baal and the Seraph were taking longer to heal than expected, and though Laharl did best to hide it, those closest to him had seen the signs. Flonne and Etna in particular were reluctant to leave his side in case he did something stupid. In the end he'd sent them all away on a temporary vacation in an attempt to get some peace and quiet.
"Hmph, I'm fine. Besides, who'd manage the Netherworld if I weren't here?"
"Well, I suppose I could be persuaded-" she began, a devilish smile creeping onto her face
"Forget it." Laharl snapped back, "I'm not moving from this room."
"Damn, you're stubborn." Etna fumed, her frustration welling up in her furious eyes, "Well, if you won't move from there I guess I'll just have to help relieve some of that stress." She flexed her hands and started toward him.
"W-What do you mean?" Laharl inquired, the anxiety apparent in his voice.
"I'm gonna give you a massage, Prince!" Etna announced happily. On hearing this, Laharl shrank back into the throne in fear as the grinning demon girl approached, her slender hands moving playfully toward his body.
"N-No! Etna!" Laharl flung his hands up in a defensive protest, "Etna, stop it dammit! What the hell do you think you-" Laharl's complaints abruptly ceased as his hand gripped something soft. In his mad frenzy to resist Etna's attentions, his flailing hands had somehow ended up on her breasts.
Laharl's eyes rose to see what he was holding, he saw her soft breasts clamped firmly in his hands. His base instincts caused him to give her a quick squeeze. Laharl cringed as he suddenly realised just who he was feeling up and prepared for the stinging slap which would undoubtedly follow.
"Er, Prince. What do think you're doing? Molesting your vassals now are we?"
"Sh-shut up! It was an accident!" Laharl countered, valiantly protesting his innocence.
"Then, why are you still holding my tits?"
"Umm, well that's because..." Laharl racked his brains for some plausible excuse, "I was just seeing... if they've changed. Yeah, that's it! It's my duty as Overlord."
"Prince, that was one of the most pathetic excuses I've ever heard."
"..." Forced to agree with her, Laharl decided to remain silent, hoping to avoid further embarrassment.
"And... What do you think? Have they changed?" Etna's body seemed to be getting closer, Laharl could smell her sweet breath as she drew closer, and soon found that he was gradually getting more than a handful of her bust.
"W-well, Etna, you've got... bigger since I last saw... them." He mumbled, finding it difficult to construct a cohesive sentence.
"I'm glad you think that." she giggled, grabbing his other hand tightly in her own.
"Have you been rubbing them or something?" He asked with childlike inquisition, regaining some confidence.
"Only while thinking of you, Prince." She replied melodically, again Laharl found he was unable to read anything from her response. Even her face betrayed nothing, Experience had taught him that letting Etna get this close was never a good idea, his constant inability to gauge her intentions only made the next development even more shocking.
Etna slowly drew his hand down to her crotch, guiding his fingers over the concealed area. As Etna pressed his hand over her hidden folds Laharl could feel the growing wetness and warmth between her thighs. His body tensing up in this uncomfortable situation, Laharl began to feel the unmistakable calling from below, his member growing quickly as his mind advised him to be wary of Etna's intentions as she toyed with him. With mind and body seemingly divided, Laharl knew that Etna's motivations had to be determined before this got out of hand:
"Etna, is this some kind of joke?" he began cautiously, yet determined as he tried to free his hand from hers.
"It's no joke, Prince." she replied, her open answer failing to answer his question.
"Then... why, Etna? Why are you doing this, and why now?"
Releasing his hand, she inhaled deeply, then spoke:
"Prince, its true that at first I only helped you out because I promised your father... And maybe for myself as well, but, over time, things began to change... slowly, I mean."
"Etna, what are you talking about?"
Turning away from him, she continued nervously, her sylph-like form gradually drifting away from the throne as she spoke.
"At first I thought you were just a stupid kid, a kid with big ideas and empty dreams. I was... I suppose I was jealous of you."
She paused, turning back to face the baffled Laharl, her face bore a dangerously serious expression, yet the impact of her words was somewhat lessened by her current state of attire.
"Prince, the time that I've spent with you." Etna paused again, considering her feelings, "I've seen you mature and become a man."
"Etna, I..." Laharl faltered, speechless. The flamboyant demon king found he was experiencing emotions that he hadn't felt since his mother died. Unable to fully comprehend the situation, his mouth simply remained open, a dead silence gripped the air until Etna spoke again.
"You've... We've come so far... together, you've become everything your father wanted you to be, even surpassing your father when you defeated Baal... You've gained everyone's respect, trust and... love." Etna paused again. unsure of what she was trying to say, clearly finding it difficult to put her feelings into words. With no reply forthcoming from Laharl, Etna slowly began to conclude her revelation.
"I think... I now understand how the Queen felt about your father. Maybe I've been hanging around with Flonne for too long but now I know. I know that I... I love you Prince, so please..." Her voice trailed off, her sincerity showed on her anxious face as she awaited a response.
Looking intently at her quivering face, Laharl realised this wasn't just some phase she'd picked up from Love Freak Flonne. He'd never seen this side of Etna before, at least not so vividly. Realising the monumental importance his response held, and the impact it would have on their relationship, Laharl found his mind was assaulted by a barrage of suppressed thoughts and emotions; wrestling with his own feelings and pride he shakily began:
"Etna, I... don't know what to say. I..." the tear in the corner of his eye seemingly signified his mutual feelings and acceptance.
Acknowledging his response, Etna put her finger to his lips, silencing him. "No more words then, let me do this for you... because of how I feel about you."
Etna planted a soft kiss on his face before retreating back a few paces. She placed her right foot on the arm of the throne, unlacing her long leather boot before sliding it completely off her bare foot. This was repeated as she stripped her other foot bare; before effortlessly removed the tight leather top that barely covered her chest, casting the unnecessary attire to the ground. Her hands then moved silently to the back of her head, moments later her fiery red hair flowed free, falling gracefully down the length of her back as she prostrated herself before him. She spread her legs slowly, exposing her moist, covered slit.
Laharl gazed at the elf like girl as she began to touch herself. Her hand moved almost rhythmically over her concealed crack, stimulating herself through the material while her other hand gently caressed her breasts. As Etna continued to play with herself, Laharl found his own body was responding strongly to her mesmerising performance. Etna smoothly slid her leather pants off, wiggling out of their restrictions and allowing a steady trickle of fluid to escape from her exposed pussy.
As Etna's slim, slender fingers disappeared inside her hungry pussy Laharl could barely control the raging lust that devoured his senses. Each intrusion was accompanied by the demon girl's soft moans of rapturous pleasure, delicious honey flowing freely from her excited cunt as she threw her head back in bliss. Sweat covered her glistening body, allowing her hands to run smoothly over her small nipples, which soon proudly stood erect on her shiny chest, her soft panting becoming louder as she steadily increased the pace.
Laharl was soon to learn that this wasn't the only way that Etna pleasured herself. His vassal's pronged tailed jerked erratically as she explored various stages of pleasure, the tip occasionally darting across her hardened nipples, causing her to cry out. It wasn't long before her tail proceeded to the next stage of self-arousal, tentatively tickling her outer pussy lips as her busy fingers worked miracles inside. Etna's endeavours became increasingly vigorous as she encouraged her tail to work as hard as she was.
Her writhing body continued its dance, a smile forming on her lips as she slipped her fingers further inside, using a beckoning motion to stimulate the roof of her vagina and her G spot. She grabbed her left breast violently, feeling the spiked tip of her tail teasing her cunt lips. It was time. Etna's fingers reluctantly withdrew from her tightness, holding her lips open for her dancing tail's debut.
Her back arched violently as she felt the pronged rod disappear inside her, letting her pussy lips close around the intruder, her fingers drifted smoothly toward her clitoris, wildly rubbing her button as her tail stimulated her vaginal walls. As she gently rubbed her hardening clit, pangs of pleasure ripped through her body as the tip of her tail expertly brushed against her G-spot. With a look of pure ecstasy on her face, Etna fell backwards as the tip rotated within her, gently stroking her G-spot with each rotation. Her moaning increased tenfold as she roughly abused her solid clit, her pussy releasing more of her juice as she found her rhythm.
Laharl, unable to contain his desire any longer, practically leapt off the throne like a frog and, with some difficulty, pulled Etna to her feet.
"P-Prince, what are you doing?" She questioned, confused and a little annoyed by his interruption, her excitable tail sliding out of its slippery warm playground.
"Etna, I... Let me show you " Laharl began excitedly, "Let me show you how I feel about you!"
Laharl suddenly shoved his fingers up his vassal's wet cunt, his inexperienced fingers rubbing her vigorously.
"My my, a little eager aren't we Prince?" Etna remarked coolly, impressed by his enthusiasm, "But that's not how you're supposed to do it."
Etna pushed him playfully backwards, onto the throne. Moments later she was kneeling before him. Noticing the distinct bulge in her Prince's shorts she smiled, rubbing his member through the material.
"And for future reference, never interrupt a lady when she's so close," Etna scolded him, her usual confidence returning as her hand gripped the edge of his shorts, she slowly inched them off her lover's body as Laharl looked down expectantly.
"Wow!" she exclaimed suddenly as she cast off Laharl's shorts.
"What's wrong." Laharl inquired, clearly worried by Etna's reaction.
"I was expecting our cute little Prince to have a cute little dick, but you surprised me!"
"Wh-Shut up!" Laharl spluttered, "I'm the Overlord, it's only natural that I should be well endowed."
"Ooohhh, you're soooo modest, Prince." Etna responded with a chuckle, her expression switching to one of intense concentration as she took his cock in hand.
"You, just stay away from that, I haven't forgotten what happened the last time you got this close!" Laharl screamed, suddenly recalling the horror last time Etna "touched" him there.
"Huh, last time?" She questioned, a puzzled expression adorning her face, "Oh! That time, well, you had that coming!" Etna smirked as she remembered the incident.
"What! How can you possibly justify what you did to me!"
"Well, you did try and grope me."
"I-I did not! I tripped and grabbed you by mistake, that's all." Laharl blushed slightly, turning his head away from the kneeling Etna.
"Hmph, whatever you say." Etna conceded, taking the initiative as her tongue tentatively touched the head of his dick, covering it with saliva. Her hand gently caressing his balls as she circled the head with her tongue, slowly taking its length inside her. Laharl stroked her long, fiery hair softly as her head began to bob up and down. His hand slipped further down her back as he gently fondled her delicate wings, which now stood prominently away from her back, pushing through the blanket of hair that covered her back.
Etna's fingers once again strayed to her pussy, softly stroking her slit while her tongue danced wildly over Laharl's cock. Her fingers were happily accommodated in the tight folds, while her thumb lovingly stimulated her clitoris in an unerring circular motion. The noise of their lovemaking echoed throughout the room, her dripping pussy emitted a variety of lewd sloshing noises as her delving fingers answered the call from below, yet these only made the two lovers hornier.
As Etna grew in confidence she slowly took more of him inside her mouth, licking down the length of his shaft as he moved deeper inside her. Laharl felt the increase in blood flowing to his member as Etna's somewhat inexperienced tongue molested him. Sliding the length of his dick out of her mouth Etna used her hand to stimulate the shaft, gripping tightly and twisting as she moved up and down while her tongue lapped happily at the head. Laharl was surprised that she seemed relatively inexperienced but said nothing about it.
As pleasure slowly gripped his body, Laharl failed to notice Etna's tail approaching, the tip almost vibrating, evidently eager to get in on the action. It's length slid silently through her parted legs, brushing against her thigh as it approached. Without warning her tail had entwined Laharl's erect penis and had begun its psychotic dance. Laharl was forced to grip the throne for support as the waves of pleasure flowed through his dick. Her tail tightened and twisted around his throbbing member, jerking him off furiously while she swallowed the head.
Though clearly inexperienced, Etna was willing and eager to please. Looking down at her their eyes met, and agreed by mutual consent that it was time. Reaching down to help her up his fingers caught her ring collar, inadvertently thrusting her head down violently onto the length of his penis.
"Oww, Prince. Not so rough." she complained, almost choking on his cock.
"Sorry, Etna," he replied, swiftly unhooking her collar from his hand.
Etna pulled herself to her feet, her tail quickly disentangled itself from Laharl's raging hard on, eyeing him up with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, Etna came to a decision:
"Prince... I want you, inside me... y'know." She nervously gestured to her nether region, her confidence fading somewhat.
Laharl stood, embracing the girl in his strong arms. It had been a while since their encounter with the Seraph, Laharl stood considerably taller than she did now, and he noticed it as she lay her head against his chest.
"Prince... this is... I mean, this'll be, I-I've never..."
Laharl was shocked, could it be that she was actually still a virgin, still, who was he to judge. She felt his hands move down her back, first dragging his fingers through her shimmering hair, then gently caressing every inch of her supple flesh as his hand travelled over her body, soon arriving at her soft ass. Her eyes opened wider as he grabbed her cheeks firmly, his hands leaving an impression on her shapely ass. She could feel his hard on pressing against her as he held her body tightly to his.
"Etna, I really want you... I've wanted this for so long."
"Prince..." Etna raised her eyes to meet his, letting him guide her toward the throne.
He turned her around as he positioned himself on the throne. Then with her back to him Etna let herself be guided slowly onto his shaft, feeling her pussy lips welcome him as the head pushed inside. Her heartbeat quickened as Laharl ceased his entry; letting her get used to the head of his cock in her pussy. Once she felt ready she cautiously slide a little further onto his long shaft. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vice as he slid further inside, his warmth melting into hers. Laharl supported her legs as she raised her hips, nearly sliding off his member. Steeling herself Etna slid downwards, letting Laharl tear through her hymen as she cast off her virginity.
Tears welled up in her eyes as the pain hit her, biting her lip to hold back the tears. His suspicions confirmed, Laharl let his member remain still inside her body as he sought her approval to continue:
"Etna, does it hurt?" He asked, mentally kicking himself over his dumb question.
"A little," she whispered back, knowing the worst was over, "Just be gentle, ok?"
"We don't have to do this, you know. You sure it's alright?" Etna merely nodded in response.
Laharl slowly lifted her off him, the tight sucking sensation of her previously virgin tunnel felt incredible as he slid back inside her pussy. His hands reached around to Etna's chest, fondling her small breasts as she released a soft moan. Her hands took his as they caressed her tits together, their fingers rubbing the entirety of her breasts before coming to rest on her hardened nipples.
She felt the pain gradually subside as their bodies clung together, she began to willingly move her hips, her wet pussy lips tightened and widened as she sank further and further onto his shaft. Soon she hit the hilt, a look of pleasure spread across her face as she squeezed the rod tightly. As pleasure gripped them Etna's bucked her hips violently as she felt Laharl slide even deeper inside her, exploring unthinkable depths as the base of his dick rubbed relentlessly against her entrance.
Etna's small wings flapped involuntarily in Laharl's face as he fondled her breasts and pumped her pussy. Etna felt the sticky mixture of blood and juices flow freely from her deflowered pussy as her Prince filled her tight cunt. Feeling his speed increasing rapidly, Etna's head flew backward, the pain long forgotten as she felt her orgasm nearing, her sharp wings left little scratches as they brushed over Laharl's face.
"Hey, stop that!" Laharl complained, though by this point he didn't really care.
"Sorry, Prince. You're just so... so..." Etna breathed, barely conscious, her cunt was positively oozing with her juices, which splashed messily upon the throne. Her back arched violently and her pronged tail stood on end as she felt herself come.
"Ah, P-Prince, I'm..." Her voice drifted off in orgasmic bliss as a fresh torrent of honey burst out of her convulsing cunt, her body was racked with pleasure as Laharl maintained the smooth ride.
"Ha, I'm only just getting started." Laharl retorted passionately.
Etna had to admit that Laharl's stamina was impressive, she'd half expected him to come right away; she'd felt so full with him inside her.
With Etna temporarily out of action, Laharl took the lead, carefully pulling her off him and off the throne. Struggling to stand, Etna was pushed down onto the throne, her firm breasts were squashed against the seat as Laharl prepared to take her from behind.
Etna let out an uncharacteristic yelp as a stinging sensation spread through her ass. She was prepared for the next one though, and let out a squeal of delight as her other cheek was lightly spanked. She weakly spread her legs as the head of Laharl's cock appeared expectantly at her entrance, gasping in pleasure as he drove himself even deeper inside than before.
Etna struggled to maintain a grip on the throne, as more cream escaped from her slippery cunt she was losing control of her body. Laharl slid fully inside her gorgeous body, the tightness was incredible, his member extracting as much pleasure from her sanctum as he did honey. Eventually, Etna's strength failed her; feeling another mighty orgasm approaching she scrabbled to cling to the throne, failing miserably, her breasts were squashed into a variety of shapes as she slid helplessly off the throne, dragging Laharl down with her.
Laharl, nearly spent, twisted Etna round to face him and somehow the two of them made it back onto the throne. Summoning all their reserves, the two demons gave themselves to each other totally, mind, body and soul as they aimed for the grand finale.
Etna screamed voraciously as she was impaled on his great member. Pure lust devoured their senses as they thrust against each other in unison. Etna's honey cascaded onto Laharl's dick as he hammered into her with all his strength, her squeezing folds pushed him closer with each thrust. She responded just a vigorously, her small breasts bouncing uncontrollably as she slammed into his body with unthinkable force, electricity flowed through her as more intertwined waves of pleasure washed over her body...
Their flesh slapped together noisily as they approached the final climax. Etna limbs went into spasm, her wings and tail twitched maniacally as she drove onto Laharl with all her remaining strength, who responded to her passion as though possessed, sliding fully inside her for the final time.
Etna grabbed her Prince tightly, her sharp nails gouged into his back as she lost herself in orgasmic bliss yet again, her tail standing on end as her whole body shook with undeniable ecstasy. Her eyes glazed over, her slurred cries of pleasure filled the room as she felt his warm cum mingling with her juices when he exploded ferociously inside her with a grunt.
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"Etna! Etna!!!!!!!" Laharl screamed furiously, bringing her back to reality.
"Huh. Prince?" her speech was slurred as the orgasmic bliss faded . "Get your damn claws out of my back!"
"Wha, oh sorry!" she apologised, removing her sharp nails from his back. She stretched, sighing slightly, "Well, you've ruined the afterglow, Prince."
"Afterglow!? AFTERGLOW!!!" Laharl exploded with rage, "That's gonna leave scars," he complained, his voice trailing off, his embarrassment with regard to the situation was clear
"So! Was it good for you, Prince?" she asked, knowing what the answer would be.
"Well, um, I..." He blushed deep crimson.
"That's what I thought." She remarked coolly, unsteadily rising up off his dick and the throne. "That was so damn good though," she wavered as she tried to maintain her balance. Shakily yet sexily Etna posed for him, legs parted, placing her hands on her hips, "Aren't I just the best?"
"Oh yeah Etna, you're such a dirty girl!" Laharl laughed sarcastically, as the thick cocktail of juices seeped out of her pussy, flowing down her legs and onto the floor in an undignified manner.
"Oohhh, so you like this do you?" She spoke in her sugary tones, bringing her hand down to stir the mixture inside her. Laharl found himself getting hard again as the dripping demon girl brought her sticky hand to her lips, lathered in their mixed juices, her tongue slid through her lips to devour it as more seeped from her pussy.
"Laharl! Etna!" shouted Flonne happily, unexpectedly bursting into the chamber. "Guess what I fou-"
She froze at the scene before her, unable to move or speak. Her eyes moved to Laharl, his impressive erection stood ready for action, then to Etna, her horny little body was covered with sweat and other substances. Flonne's jaw dropped open as a sticky mixture dripped from her between Etna's thighs. A slight tingling sensation was bothering her from below as she struggled to take in the scene before her.
The whole world seemed to stand still, Etna's head turned slightly to see who had intruded, the slippery mixture on her hand was inches from her lips. Laharl sat, like Flonne speechless, his mouth opening repeatedly like a goldfish yet no words came out.
Finally, Etna spoke, "Flonne, could you like, turn around or something?"
Flonne suddenly came back to life, forcefully averting her eyes from the mixture that coated Etna's fingers, she felt her body getting undeniably hotter, but she shrugged it off, "I-I'm sorry! For intruding I mean, I'll be going now!" Flonne disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.
"Some people..." Laharl quickly recovered, trying to gather the scraps of dignity he had left as Overlord. "What happened to the Vassals that were supposed to be guarding this place?"
"Er, you "temporarily released them from service"" She mimicked Laharl's attempt at an authoritative tone.
"Why do these things keep happening to me?" Laharl grumbled, answering his own question.
"Perhaps we should get a lock fitted or something? A stylish ward gate or barrier maybe?" Etna suggested, casually licking her slender fingers clean. "...If this is gonna be a regular thing." She stopped with a finger in her mouth, awaiting his response.
"Etna, after today's performance... I... I realised" he paused, considering something, "I hereby promote you to Queen of the Netherworld, you will answer only to me!" Laharl smiled smugly, folding his arms, evidently pleased with himself.
"Gee, thanks Prince, so nothings changed then."
"Ugh-" Laharl stammered, "I promoted you from Vassal, you should be thankful!"
"Besides, you can't "promote" me to queen, you've gotta marry me first you know!"
"Ugh, but I'm the Over... Hmph, fine, you win..." Laharl took her hand as he went to leave the room, intent on spreading the word of their upcoming union.
"Umm, Prince, shouldn't we get, er, dressed first?" she giggled at his act-first, think-later attitude.
Laharl slapped his forehead, "Why are you always right?" Though he smiled inwardly, with Etna at his side he had finally achieved all that he desired.
Their shared encounter undoubtedly served as a great release for both of them. Their mutual suppressed feelings and desire have now finally come to the forefront, successfully shaking off their "demon nature" to embrace each other as lovers... But what's in store for the King & Queen of the Netherworld? And where exactly has Flonne run off to? Unfortunately, that is best left to... another story...
FIN
Terra
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Ok, this is my second lemon, and the first adult Disgaea fic I've seen, so I hope you all enjoyed the Laharl & Etna pairing. Want to see an Episode 16? Make sure you leave a review or email me with your comments/suggestions, and maybe I'll write something new and exciting :)
Disgaea: Hour of Darkness
Episode 15: The Throne, the Overlord & the Vassal
(See also Etna's Diary 15 - Not yet released - Terra)
Authored by TerraBreaker
********UPDATE:********* ******* 01/10/05 Formatting Revised********
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19/07/2008 - Posted on MM and permission updated
Foreword on the fic / A Word of Caution / SPOILER WARNING:
(It's that time again!)
This story continues loosely on from the "good" ending and contains minor spoilers that could ruin the game for you. If you haven't played through and completed the game (with the good ending), I suggest you stop reading and go and do it now.
This story is fictional, any similarities to real places, events, people (living or dead), Etc. were unintended and are purely coincidental.
This Fanfic is a lemon. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, lemon's contain explicit and often extreme sexual descriptions/content. Due to the nature of lemons they can provoke an extreme reaction from some people, who think that the activities a character engages in within the fic somehow mar that characters reputation. I've even known people become rather upset and/or angry concerning these fictional characters.
With that in mind, lets remember - all characters in this game are fictional, therefore any activities they engage in during this Fanfic are also FICTIONAL..
If you think that your perception of a character may be jeopardised by reading this fic, or you feel that sending abusive emails to the author will remedy the "situation," then please stop reading now. I'm not interested in hearing why you think a character would NEVER do such a thing, or why you think my writing sucks (unless it's constructive criticism of course.)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights to Disgaea:Hour of Darkness (which is a shame), I'm not making any money from this nor am I a millionaire so don't bother to sue me!
All Characters/Placenames, etc are (C) Copyright Koei / Nippon Ichi Software. Used without permission.
Lastly, my own personal thanks go out to Nippon Ichi Software for creating this amazing and refreshing game and Koei for releasing it in Europe, now I've just got to import La Pucelle :)
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Terra
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Laharl sat alone in the throne room of the Overlord's Castle, seemingly enraptured by the impressive dancing columns of fire that defined the room. All of his vassals save Etna had recently been released from service and departed. "Temporarily of course," or so Laharl had said.
Gordon's posse had just recently departed for Earth and the bustling Netherworld was now starting to quieten down. The Overlord sat in motionless silence, his dark eyes staring fixedly ahead in deep thought over past events and future plans. His position shifted occasionally as he tried unsuccessfully to find a comfortable position, oblivious to the slim figure silently approaching him.
"Prince, why the long face?" Etna beamed, almost too cheerfully, interrupting his thoughts.
"... Oh, its you. Didn't I release you from my service. Shouldn't you be making the most of your SHORT vacation." Laharl suggested, his position on the throne remained unchanged.
"Well, I am your senior Vassal, I can't just leave you here, how would you cope without me?"
"You mean you couldn't find anything better to do, so you came here to bother me instead." Laharl stated knowingly, his eyes suddenly meeting hers.
"Heheheheh... P-Prince, you hurt me with such words." She quickly laughed off his comment, yet stood around sheepishly, shifting her weight from foot to foot nervously.
"So?" Laharl gestured with his open hand, "What is it?"
"Ummmm... I was thinking maybe you should take a break too, Prince." Etna beamed while a frown formed on Laharl's face.
"The Overlord can't... doesn't need to take "breaks," my stamina is limitless!" Laharl corrected himself, clearly taken aback by the audacity of her remark.
Etna rolled her eyes, "Not this again. Prince, you've been working too hard lately. I'm... a little worried about you."
"Don't tell me you're turning into that Love Freak?" Laharl smirked back at her, folding his arms again as he sank back onto the throne.
"Prince, I'm serious! You haven't fully recovered from our last battle, and you're already planning another campaign. You've got to rest sometimes too y'know." Etna's concern was beginning to show on her face.
Closing his eyes briefly, Laharl considered her speech. His hand moved unconsciously to his side, the injuries he'd sustained at the hands of his recent battles with Baal and the Seraph were taking longer to heal than expected, and though Laharl did best to hide it, those closest to him had seen the signs. Flonne and Etna in particular were reluctant to leave his side in case he did something stupid. In the end he'd sent them all away on a temporary vacation in an attempt to get some peace and quiet.
"Hmph, I'm fine. Besides, who'd manage the Netherworld if I weren't here?"
"Well, I suppose I could be persuaded-" she began, a devilish smile creeping onto her face
"Forget it." Laharl snapped back, "I'm not moving from this room."
"Damn, you're stubborn." Etna fumed, her frustration welling up in her furious eyes, "Well, if you won't move from there I guess I'll just have to help relieve some of that stress." She flexed her hands and started toward him.
"W-What do you mean?" Laharl inquired, the anxiety apparent in his voice.
"I'm gonna give you a massage, Prince!" Etna announced happily. On hearing this, Laharl shrank back into the throne in fear as the grinning demon girl approached, her slender hands moving playfully toward his body.
"N-No! Etna!" Laharl flung his hands up in a defensive protest, "Etna, stop it dammit! What the hell do you think you-" Laharl's complaints abruptly ceased as his hand gripped something soft. In his mad frenzy to resist Etna's attentions, his flailing hands had somehow ended up on her breasts.
Laharl's eyes rose to see what he was holding, he saw her soft breasts clamped firmly in his hands. His base instincts caused him to give her a quick squeeze. Laharl cringed as he suddenly realised just who he was feeling up and prepared for the stinging slap which would undoubtedly follow.
"Er, Prince. What do think you're doing? Molesting your vassals now are we?"
"Sh-shut up! It was an accident!" Laharl countered, valiantly protesting his innocence.
"Then, why are you still holding my tits?"
"Umm, well that's because..." Laharl racked his brains for some plausible excuse, "I was just seeing... if they've changed. Yeah, that's it! It's my duty as Overlord."
"Prince, that was one of the most pathetic excuses I've ever heard."
"..." Forced to agree with her, Laharl decided to remain silent, hoping to avoid further embarrassment.
"And... What do you think? Have they changed?" Etna's body seemed to be getting closer, Laharl could smell her sweet breath as she drew closer, and soon found that he was gradually getting more than a handful of her bust.
"W-well, Etna, you've got... bigger since I last saw... them." He mumbled, finding it difficult to construct a cohesive sentence.
"I'm glad you think that." she giggled, grabbing his other hand tightly in her own.
"Have you been rubbing them or something?" He asked with childlike inquisition, regaining some confidence.
"Only while thinking of you, Prince." She replied melodically, again Laharl found he was unable to read anything from her response. Even her face betrayed nothing, Experience had taught him that letting Etna get this close was never a good idea, his constant inability to gauge her intentions only made the next development even more shocking.
Etna slowly drew his hand down to her crotch, guiding his fingers over the concealed area. As Etna pressed his hand over her hidden folds Laharl could feel the growing wetness and warmth between her thighs. His body tensing up in this uncomfortable situation, Laharl began to feel the unmistakable calling from below, his member growing quickly as his mind advised him to be wary of Etna's intentions as she toyed with him. With mind and body seemingly divided, Laharl knew that Etna's motivations had to be determined before this got out of hand:
"Etna, is this some kind of joke?" he began cautiously, yet determined as he tried to free his hand from hers.
"It's no joke, Prince." she replied, her open answer failing to answer his question.
"Then... why, Etna? Why are you doing this, and why now?"
Releasing his hand, she inhaled deeply, then spoke:
"Prince, its true that at first I only helped you out because I promised your father... And maybe for myself as well, but, over time, things began to change... slowly, I mean."
"Etna, what are you talking about?"
Turning away from him, she continued nervously, her sylph-like form gradually drifting away from the throne as she spoke.
"At first I thought you were just a stupid kid, a kid with big ideas and empty dreams. I was... I suppose I was jealous of you."
She paused, turning back to face the baffled Laharl, her face bore a dangerously serious expression, yet the impact of her words was somewhat lessened by her current state of attire.
"Prince, the time that I've spent with you." Etna paused again, considering her feelings, "I've seen you mature and become a man."
"Etna, I..." Laharl faltered, speechless. The flamboyant demon king found he was experiencing emotions that he hadn't felt since his mother died. Unable to fully comprehend the situation, his mouth simply remained open, a dead silence gripped the air until Etna spoke again.
"You've... We've come so far... together, you've become everything your father wanted you to be, even surpassing your father when you defeated Baal... You've gained everyone's respect, trust and... love." Etna paused again. unsure of what she was trying to say, clearly finding it difficult to put her feelings into words. With no reply forthcoming from Laharl, Etna slowly began to conclude her revelation.
"I think... I now understand how the Queen felt about your father. Maybe I've been hanging around with Flonne for too long but now I know. I know that I... I love you Prince, so please..." Her voice trailed off, her sincerity showed on her anxious face as she awaited a response.
Looking intently at her quivering face, Laharl realised this wasn't just some phase she'd picked up from Love Freak Flonne. He'd never seen this side of Etna before, at least not so vividly. Realising the monumental importance his response held, and the impact it would have on their relationship, Laharl found his mind was assaulted by a barrage of suppressed thoughts and emotions; wrestling with his own feelings and pride he shakily began:
"Etna, I... don't know what to say. I..." the tear in the corner of his eye seemingly signified his mutual feelings and acceptance.
Acknowledging his response, Etna put her finger to his lips, silencing him. "No more words then, let me do this for you... because of how I feel about you."
Etna planted a soft kiss on his face before retreating back a few paces. She placed her right foot on the arm of the throne, unlacing her long leather boot before sliding it completely off her bare foot. This was repeated as she stripped her other foot bare; before effortlessly removed the tight leather top that barely covered her chest, casting the unnecessary attire to the ground. Her hands then moved silently to the back of her head, moments later her fiery red hair flowed free, falling gracefully down the length of her back as she prostrated herself before him. She spread her legs slowly, exposing her moist, covered slit.
Laharl gazed at the elf like girl as she began to touch herself. Her hand moved almost rhythmically over her concealed crack, stimulating herself through the material while her other hand gently caressed her breasts. As Etna continued to play with herself, Laharl found his own body was responding strongly to her mesmerising performance. Etna smoothly slid her leather pants off, wiggling out of their restrictions and allowing a steady trickle of fluid to escape from her exposed pussy.
As Etna's slim, slender fingers disappeared inside her hungry pussy Laharl could barely control the raging lust that devoured his senses. Each intrusion was accompanied by the demon girl's soft moans of rapturous pleasure, delicious honey flowing freely from her excited cunt as she threw her head back in bliss. Sweat covered her glistening body, allowing her hands to run smoothly over her small nipples, which soon proudly stood erect on her shiny chest, her soft panting becoming louder as she steadily increased the pace.
Laharl was soon to learn that this wasn't the only way that Etna pleasured herself. His vassal's pronged tailed jerked erratically as she explored various stages of pleasure, the tip occasionally darting across her hardened nipples, causing her to cry out. It wasn't long before her tail proceeded to the next stage of self-arousal, tentatively tickling her outer pussy lips as her busy fingers worked miracles inside. Etna's endeavours became increasingly vigorous as she encouraged her tail to work as hard as she was.
Her writhing body continued its dance, a smile forming on her lips as she slipped her fingers further inside, using a beckoning motion to stimulate the roof of her vagina and her G spot. She grabbed her left breast violently, feeling the spiked tip of her tail teasing her cunt lips. It was time. Etna's fingers reluctantly withdrew from her tightness, holding her lips open for her dancing tail's debut.
Her back arched violently as she felt the pronged rod disappear inside her, letting her pussy lips close around the intruder, her fingers drifted smoothly toward her clitoris, wildly rubbing her button as her tail stimulated her vaginal walls. As she gently rubbed her hardening clit, pangs of pleasure ripped through her body as the tip of her tail expertly brushed against her G-spot. With a look of pure ecstasy on her face, Etna fell backwards as the tip rotated within her, gently stroking her G-spot with each rotation. Her moaning increased tenfold as she roughly abused her solid clit, her pussy releasing more of her juice as she found her rhythm.
Laharl, unable to contain his desire any longer, practically leapt off the throne like a frog and, with some difficulty, pulled Etna to her feet.
"P-Prince, what are you doing?" She questioned, confused and a little annoyed by his interruption, her excitable tail sliding out of its slippery warm playground.
"Etna, I... Let me show you " Laharl began excitedly, "Let me show you how I feel about you!"
Laharl suddenly shoved his fingers up his vassal's wet cunt, his inexperienced fingers rubbing her vigorously.
"My my, a little eager aren't we Prince?" Etna remarked coolly, impressed by his enthusiasm, "But that's not how you're supposed to do it."
Etna pushed him playfully backwards, onto the throne. Moments later she was kneeling before him. Noticing the distinct bulge in her Prince's shorts she smiled, rubbing his member through the material.
"And for future reference, never interrupt a lady when she's so close," Etna scolded him, her usual confidence returning as her hand gripped the edge of his shorts, she slowly inched them off her lover's body as Laharl looked down expectantly.
"Wow!" she exclaimed suddenly as she cast off Laharl's shorts.
"What's wrong." Laharl inquired, clearly worried by Etna's reaction.
"I was expecting our cute little Prince to have a cute little dick, but you surprised me!"
"Wh-Shut up!" Laharl spluttered, "I'm the Overlord, it's only natural that I should be well endowed."
"Ooohhh, you're soooo modest, Prince." Etna responded with a chuckle, her expression switching to one of intense concentration as she took his cock in hand.
"You, just stay away from that, I haven't forgotten what happened the last time you got this close!" Laharl screamed, suddenly recalling the horror last time Etna "touched" him there.
"Huh, last time?" She questioned, a puzzled expression adorning her face, "Oh! That time, well, you had that coming!" Etna smirked as she remembered the incident.
"What! How can you possibly justify what you did to me!"
"Well, you did try and grope me."
"I-I did not! I tripped and grabbed you by mistake, that's all." Laharl blushed slightly, turning his head away from the kneeling Etna.
"Hmph, whatever you say." Etna conceded, taking the initiative as her tongue tentatively touched the head of his dick, covering it with saliva. Her hand gently caressing his balls as she circled the head with her tongue, slowly taking its length inside her. Laharl stroked her long, fiery hair softly as her head began to bob up and down. His hand slipped further down her back as he gently fondled her delicate wings, which now stood prominently away from her back, pushing through the blanket of hair that covered her back.
Etna's fingers once again strayed to her pussy, softly stroking her slit while her tongue danced wildly over Laharl's cock. Her fingers were happily accommodated in the tight folds, while her thumb lovingly stimulated her clitoris in an unerring circular motion. The noise of their lovemaking echoed throughout the room, her dripping pussy emitted a variety of lewd sloshing noises as her delving fingers answered the call from below, yet these only made the two lovers hornier.
As Etna grew in confidence she slowly took more of him inside her mouth, licking down the length of his shaft as he moved deeper inside her. Laharl felt the increase in blood flowing to his member as Etna's somewhat inexperienced tongue molested him. Sliding the length of his dick out of her mouth Etna used her hand to stimulate the shaft, gripping tightly and twisting as she moved up and down while her tongue lapped happily at the head. Laharl was surprised that she seemed relatively inexperienced but said nothing about it.
As pleasure slowly gripped his body, Laharl failed to notice Etna's tail approaching, the tip almost vibrating, evidently eager to get in on the action. It's length slid silently through her parted legs, brushing against her thigh as it approached. Without warning her tail had entwined Laharl's erect penis and had begun its psychotic dance. Laharl was forced to grip the throne for support as the waves of pleasure flowed through his dick. Her tail tightened and twisted around his throbbing member, jerking him off furiously while she swallowed the head.
Though clearly inexperienced, Etna was willing and eager to please. Looking down at her their eyes met, and agreed by mutual consent that it was time. Reaching down to help her up his fingers caught her ring collar, inadvertently thrusting her head down violently onto the length of his penis.
"Oww, Prince. Not so rough." she complained, almost choking on his cock.
"Sorry, Etna," he replied, swiftly unhooking her collar from his hand.
Etna pulled herself to her feet, her tail quickly disentangled itself from Laharl's raging hard on, eyeing him up with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, Etna came to a decision:
"Prince... I want you, inside me... y'know." She nervously gestured to her nether region, her confidence fading somewhat.
Laharl stood, embracing the girl in his strong arms. It had been a while since their encounter with the Seraph, Laharl stood considerably taller than she did now, and he noticed it as she lay her head against his chest.
"Prince... this is... I mean, this'll be, I-I've never..."
Laharl was shocked, could it be that she was actually still a virgin, still, who was he to judge. She felt his hands move down her back, first dragging his fingers through her shimmering hair, then gently caressing every inch of her supple flesh as his hand travelled over her body, soon arriving at her soft ass. Her eyes opened wider as he grabbed her cheeks firmly, his hands leaving an impression on her shapely ass. She could feel his hard on pressing against her as he held her body tightly to his.
"Etna, I really want you... I've wanted this for so long."
"Prince..." Etna raised her eyes to meet his, letting him guide her toward the throne.
He turned her around as he positioned himself on the throne. Then with her back to him Etna let herself be guided slowly onto his shaft, feeling her pussy lips welcome him as the head pushed inside. Her heartbeat quickened as Laharl ceased his entry; letting her get used to the head of his cock in her pussy. Once she felt ready she cautiously slide a little further onto his long shaft. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vice as he slid further inside, his warmth melting into hers. Laharl supported her legs as she raised her hips, nearly sliding off his member. Steeling herself Etna slid downwards, letting Laharl tear through her hymen as she cast off her virginity.
Tears welled up in her eyes as the pain hit her, biting her lip to hold back the tears. His suspicions confirmed, Laharl let his member remain still inside her body as he sought her approval to continue:
"Etna, does it hurt?" He asked, mentally kicking himself over his dumb question.
"A little," she whispered back, knowing the worst was over, "Just be gentle, ok?"
"We don't have to do this, you know. You sure it's alright?" Etna merely nodded in response.
Laharl slowly lifted her off him, the tight sucking sensation of her previously virgin tunnel felt incredible as he slid back inside her pussy. His hands reached around to Etna's chest, fondling her small breasts as she released a soft moan. Her hands took his as they caressed her tits together, their fingers rubbing the entirety of her breasts before coming to rest on her hardened nipples.
She felt the pain gradually subside as their bodies clung together, she began to willingly move her hips, her wet pussy lips tightened and widened as she sank further and further onto his shaft. Soon she hit the hilt, a look of pleasure spread across her face as she squeezed the rod tightly. As pleasure gripped them Etna's bucked her hips violently as she felt Laharl slide even deeper inside her, exploring unthinkable depths as the base of his dick rubbed relentlessly against her entrance.
Etna's small wings flapped involuntarily in Laharl's face as he fondled her breasts and pumped her pussy. Etna felt the sticky mixture of blood and juices flow freely from her deflowered pussy as her Prince filled her tight cunt. Feeling his speed increasing rapidly, Etna's head flew backward, the pain long forgotten as she felt her orgasm nearing, her sharp wings left little scratches as they brushed over Laharl's face.
"Hey, stop that!" Laharl complained, though by this point he didn't really care.
"Sorry, Prince. You're just so... so..." Etna breathed, barely conscious, her cunt was positively oozing with her juices, which splashed messily upon the throne. Her back arched violently and her pronged tail stood on end as she felt herself come.
"Ah, P-Prince, I'm..." Her voice drifted off in orgasmic bliss as a fresh torrent of honey burst out of her convulsing cunt, her body was racked with pleasure as Laharl maintained the smooth ride.
"Ha, I'm only just getting started." Laharl retorted passionately.
Etna had to admit that Laharl's stamina was impressive, she'd half expected him to come right away; she'd felt so full with him inside her.
With Etna temporarily out of action, Laharl took the lead, carefully pulling her off him and off the throne. Struggling to stand, Etna was pushed down onto the throne, her firm breasts were squashed against the seat as Laharl prepared to take her from behind.
Etna let out an uncharacteristic yelp as a stinging sensation spread through her ass. She was prepared for the next one though, and let out a squeal of delight as her other cheek was lightly spanked. She weakly spread her legs as the head of Laharl's cock appeared expectantly at her entrance, gasping in pleasure as he drove himself even deeper inside than before.
Etna struggled to maintain a grip on the throne, as more cream escaped from her slippery cunt she was losing control of her body. Laharl slid fully inside her gorgeous body, the tightness was incredible, his member extracting as much pleasure from her sanctum as he did honey. Eventually, Etna's strength failed her; feeling another mighty orgasm approaching she scrabbled to cling to the throne, failing miserably, her breasts were squashed into a variety of shapes as she slid helplessly off the throne, dragging Laharl down with her.
Laharl, nearly spent, twisted Etna round to face him and somehow the two of them made it back onto the throne. Summoning all their reserves, the two demons gave themselves to each other totally, mind, body and soul as they aimed for the grand finale.
Etna screamed voraciously as she was impaled on his great member. Pure lust devoured their senses as they thrust against each other in unison. Etna's honey cascaded onto Laharl's dick as he hammered into her with all his strength, her squeezing folds pushed him closer with each thrust. She responded just a vigorously, her small breasts bouncing uncontrollably as she slammed into his body with unthinkable force, electricity flowed through her as more intertwined waves of pleasure washed over her body...
Their flesh slapped together noisily as they approached the final climax. Etna limbs went into spasm, her wings and tail twitched maniacally as she drove onto Laharl with all her remaining strength, who responded to her passion as though possessed, sliding fully inside her for the final time.
Etna grabbed her Prince tightly, her sharp nails gouged into his back as she lost herself in orgasmic bliss yet again, her tail standing on end as her whole body shook with undeniable ecstasy. Her eyes glazed over, her slurred cries of pleasure filled the room as she felt his warm cum mingling with her juices when he exploded ferociously inside her with a grunt.
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"Etna! Etna!!!!!!!" Laharl screamed furiously, bringing her back to reality.
"Huh. Prince?" her speech was slurred as the orgasmic bliss faded . "Get your damn claws out of my back!"
"Wha, oh sorry!" she apologised, removing her sharp nails from his back. She stretched, sighing slightly, "Well, you've ruined the afterglow, Prince."
"Afterglow!? AFTERGLOW!!!" Laharl exploded with rage, "That's gonna leave scars," he complained, his voice trailing off, his embarrassment with regard to the situation was clear
"So! Was it good for you, Prince?" she asked, knowing what the answer would be.
"Well, um, I..." He blushed deep crimson.
"That's what I thought." She remarked coolly, unsteadily rising up off his dick and the throne. "That was so damn good though," she wavered as she tried to maintain her balance. Shakily yet sexily Etna posed for him, legs parted, placing her hands on her hips, "Aren't I just the best?"
"Oh yeah Etna, you're such a dirty girl!" Laharl laughed sarcastically, as the thick cocktail of juices seeped out of her pussy, flowing down her legs and onto the floor in an undignified manner.
"Oohhh, so you like this do you?" She spoke in her sugary tones, bringing her hand down to stir the mixture inside her. Laharl found himself getting hard again as the dripping demon girl brought her sticky hand to her lips, lathered in their mixed juices, her tongue slid through her lips to devour it as more seeped from her pussy.
"Laharl! Etna!" shouted Flonne happily, unexpectedly bursting into the chamber. "Guess what I fou-"
She froze at the scene before her, unable to move or speak. Her eyes moved to Laharl, his impressive erection stood ready for action, then to Etna, her horny little body was covered with sweat and other substances. Flonne's jaw dropped open as a sticky mixture dripped from her between Etna's thighs. A slight tingling sensation was bothering her from below as she struggled to take in the scene before her.
The whole world seemed to stand still, Etna's head turned slightly to see who had intruded, the slippery mixture on her hand was inches from her lips. Laharl sat, like Flonne speechless, his mouth opening repeatedly like a goldfish yet no words came out.
Finally, Etna spoke, "Flonne, could you like, turn around or something?"
Flonne suddenly came back to life, forcefully averting her eyes from the mixture that coated Etna's fingers, she felt her body getting undeniably hotter, but she shrugged it off, "I-I'm sorry! For intruding I mean, I'll be going now!" Flonne disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.
"Some people..." Laharl quickly recovered, trying to gather the scraps of dignity he had left as Overlord. "What happened to the Vassals that were supposed to be guarding this place?"
"Er, you "temporarily released them from service"" She mimicked Laharl's attempt at an authoritative tone.
"Why do these things keep happening to me?" Laharl grumbled, answering his own question.
"Perhaps we should get a lock fitted or something? A stylish ward gate or barrier maybe?" Etna suggested, casually licking her slender fingers clean. "...If this is gonna be a regular thing." She stopped with a finger in her mouth, awaiting his response.
"Etna, after today's performance... I... I realised" he paused, considering something, "I hereby promote you to Queen of the Netherworld, you will answer only to me!" Laharl smiled smugly, folding his arms, evidently pleased with himself.
"Gee, thanks Prince, so nothings changed then."
"Ugh-" Laharl stammered, "I promoted you from Vassal, you should be thankful!"
"Besides, you can't "promote" me to queen, you've gotta marry me first you know!"
"Ugh, but I'm the Over... Hmph, fine, you win..." Laharl took her hand as he went to leave the room, intent on spreading the word of their upcoming union.
"Umm, Prince, shouldn't we get, er, dressed first?" she giggled at his act-first, think-later attitude.
Laharl slapped his forehead, "Why are you always right?" Though he smiled inwardly, with Etna at his side he had finally achieved all that he desired.
Their shared encounter undoubtedly served as a great release for both of them. Their mutual suppressed feelings and desire have now finally come to the forefront, successfully shaking off their "demon nature" to embrace each other as lovers... But what's in store for the King & Queen of the Netherworld? And where exactly has Flonne run off to? Unfortunately, that is best left to... another story...
FIN
Terra
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Ok, this is my second lemon, and the first adult Disgaea fic I've seen, so I hope you all enjoyed the Laharl & Etna pairing. Want to see an Episode 16? Make sure you leave a review or email me with your comments/suggestions, and maybe I'll write something new and exciting :)