Crown of the Endless Flesh

Chapter 13: Throne of Ash and Flesh

The horns blew from the ninth circle.

Seven Dukes.
Each with armies of lust-bound beasts, infernal warlocks, bloodwitches, and pleasure-twisted horrors.
All marching on me.

They didn’t want peace.

They wanted my cunt in a cage.

I welcomed them.

Naked on the black-stone battlements of my Court, wings out, body soaked in gold and red, I smiled. Behind me, my army gathered. Demons I’d fucked into loyalty. Angels I’d corrupted into servitude. Prime Aurelion knelt beside me, licking the cum from my thighs, his broken halo now a collar.

And beside him, Azelai—former Prime Angel—cock leaking, ass red from my whip, eyes glazed from addiction to my cunt.

We waited.

Then Hell opened.



They came like a storm of fuck and fire.

War beasts mounted by succubi in heat. Giants with cocks as thick as tree trunks, swinging like weapons. Serpents with gaping mouths dripping aphrodisiac venom. Sorcerers flinging curses of forced orgasm and soul-ripping lust.

The first wave reached the gates—and I met them alone.

I dropped from the sky, claws out, cock strapped, cunt dripping. I tore through the front line. Ripped open torsos. Fucked generals on the corpses of their slaves. Drenched the battlefield in blood and cum.

A bloodwitch cast a chain of binding over me.

I broke it and shoved her face into my cunt.

“Drink,” I growled. “Then die.”

She did both. Screaming as I came, then choking as my shadow-beast split her in half.

A two-headed Duke came next. Towering. Muscled. His cock was a forked horror, oozing black corruption.

“You want war?” he laughed. “Then choke on it.”

I dropped to my knees and opened wide.

He shoved both heads of his cock into my throat—I gagged, eyes rolling, throat stretched to the point of tearing. But I didn’t stop. I took it. I moaned. I made it worse for him.

He came. Screamed. And I bit his cock off.

As he bled out, I used his severed shaft as a toy to fuck a demoness general.

The battlefield moaned.



My army descended.

Corrupted angels flew down with flaming spears and leashed cocks. Caliel, her wings black with ash, shoved her sword up a Duke’s ass while riding his face.

Aurelion fucked two succubi at once—his cock divine, his mind broken, his soul mine.

And Azelai?
He took an entire war-chariot of demons—chained, gagged, bent over. His holy cum now toxic to Hell’s minions, melting them with pleasure when he came.

By nightfall…

The battlefield was red and wet.

Mountains of bodies. Rivers of blood. The moans of the dying twisted into orgasms. And in the center—me.
Throne of bone and cock beneath me.
Body drenched in sweat, cum, blood, and victory.
Thirteen Dukes slain or enslaved. Their cocks now ornaments on my belt.

Hell had fallen.

Not to angels.

To me.