Demon King After the End-Chapter 23: Current Status

Leon exhaled. "Well, I never thought it’d be that easy." He swung his legs off the bed and stood.

He pushed off the bed and swung his legs over the side. "Show me the territory status."

[Territory Overview]

📊 Total Population: 108

🧬 Racial Breakdown:

• 👹 Demons: 87

• 🧝 Dark Elves: 12

• 🦹 Goblins: 6

• 🐾 Beast‑kin: 3

🤝 Loyalty Levels:

• 🛡️ Absolute Loyalty: 12 (All Dark Elves)

• 💖 High Loyalty: 25

• 😐 Neutral: 57

• ❓ Doubtful: 14

🌍 Land Condition:

• 🌱 Nethersoil Zone: 450 m radius (still expanding)

• 🍽️ Food Reserves: Low

• 🏚️ Shelter Quality: Poor‑to‑Fair (relocation under way)

• 🛡️ Defensive Structures: None

• 📈 Overall Stability: Improving

Leon let out a small grin. "Not bad. And once the first harvests come in, that food shortage will be history." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

With that thought calming his mind, he lay back down, closed his eyes, and drifted into a well‑earned sleep—ready for tomorrow’s challenges.

*****

Leon awoke to a gentle warmth and a wet, rhythmic pressure against his groin. His mind foggy with sleep, he blinked his eyes open and looked down.

Selene, his fox-kin maid, knelt between his legs on the soft straw mat floor. Her three shimmering tails curled around her, keeping her balance. Her head bobbed up and down on his shaft, lips sliding wetly over him in a slow, deliberate dance.

A low, muffled moan vibrated from her throat as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked, the slick sound of skin against skin filling the small room. Her fox ears twitched, and her dark eyes locked onto his as she lifted her head, eyes glistening with anticipation. Then she resumed, faster this time, bobbing in a steady cadence that sent sharp sparks of pleasure curling through Leon’s body.

He leaned back on his elbows, letting his fingers trail through her silver hair, enjoying the soft, silken texture. "Selene..." he croaked, breath catching in his throat.

She paused, looking up at him with a playful smirk. A bead of pre came to rest on the tip of his shaft. She dipped her tongue out and flicked it over the droplet, humming with satisfaction.

Her hand joined her mouth, stroking the base as she sucked gently, guiding him deeper. Selene’s other hand snuck around to massage his inner thigh, the pads of her fingers kneading the tense muscles there.

Leon swallowed, eyes half-lidded. "You’re... spoiling me." His voice wavered between pleasure and amusement.

She gave him a cheeky grin, then resumed her ministrations, her tongue dancing around the head in slow, teasing circles before taking him deep. The delicate stretch of her lips closed tightly around him, and he gasped.

Her tails brushed against his calves, soft and warm. She bobbed her head with quiet determination, each thrust of her tongue and flex of her throat sending him closer to the edge.

Leaning forward, Leon gripped her hair lightly, mindful not to pull too hard. "Selene," he growled, voice thick with need.

She hummed around him, pulling back slightly to swirl her tongue across the slit, then sank back down. The change of pace—a slower, deeper suck—made his breath hitch.

With a soft giggle, she held him deep and tilted his hips, guiding his length fully into her mouth.

Each time she pulled back to tease the head with the flat of her tongue, his hips shivered in anticipation.

"Fuck... I—" Leon rasped. She paused, letting him cough.

"That’s right, Master," she whispered, sliding him back in. This time she rode him with long, deep sucks, bobbing her head until he couldn’t hold back.

He braced himself as he teetered on the edge. "Selene... I’m—"

Her hand came up to cup his testicles, massaging as she deep‑throated him, then dropped to stroke the base in slow, firm circles. His vision blurred.

"Come for me," she murmured against his shaft.

With a guttural groan, Leon puked his load down her throat, the first blast hitting the back of her throat and nearly choking her—but she swallowed it all diligently, chest rising and falling with effort. More followed in thick ropes, and when his climax finally tapered, she pulled off with a wet pop.

Selene rose on nimble feet, the morning light catching the sheen of his cum dripping down her chin, gathering at her throat, then sliding along her collarbone and onto her breasts. A stray droplet traced the curve of her cleavage before disappearing between them.

She brushed a strand of silver hair from her face, gave a playful shake, and flashed Leon a wide, mischievous grin. "Good morning, Master."

"Good morning," he replied, voice thick with lingering pleasure. "I can’t argue with that wake‑up call."

Her tails swished behind her as she leaned in, trailing kisses from his chest up to his collarbone. "If you want," she purred, "I can give you this wake‑up call every day. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you happy, Master."

Leon sat up, one hand tangling in her hair, the other running down her side to rest on her hip. He let out a low laugh. "Ha–ha! I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted."

"Then it’s settled," Selene said, eyes glowing. She gave him a sultry wink. "But now... you should get up, Master. You still have to check on the status of the demons’ relocation and issue further orders."

Leon groaned playfully, brushing his fingers along her cheek where a stray bead of cum remained. "Oh, right. Indeed."

He slid off the straw mat, pulling Selene close for one last, brief kiss—soft, warm, and lingering—before fully standing. Selene followed, wrapping her arms around his waist as he stretched, the morning light illuminating her still‑gleaming face.