Demonic Po*nstar System

Chapter 422: No Mistake

Bastet’s grip was firm, missing the excitement from Nyx’s touch. Instead, a subtle warmth radiated from her touch. Her adoration-filled gaze remained fixed on Kaiden’s distant, massive form, but her words were directed at the emotionally distraught Valkyrie.

“Master is seeming drawn to this woman on the most instinctive of levels. He will not regret it when he wakes up. We should let him make the decision, Aria. He knows what he is doing, even in this state.”

Aria’s lips began to tremble. There was one thing Aria had to acknowledge: Kaiden was incredibly picky, or perhaps loyal would be the better term. He had thousands of fangirls, many of whom would not only be happy to do it with him but even pay premium money for it.

She saw selfies of some women, and some of them were real beauties. If Kaiden were a horndog, he could’ve just slid into their DMs and met with horny women who would be ready to fulfill all his desires.

But he never did it. It was against who he was as a person.

That’s why Aria knew that Bastet was right. If he was this smitten by this demoness, then he’d already made the decision.

Calypso, this red-skinned demoness, would become her sister-wife.

The raw, desperate energy seemed to drain out of Aria’s body, replaced by the admittance of defeat. She fully stopped struggling at long last.

Luna was finally allowed to breathe a visible sigh of relief. Though she knew her friend well enough not to let her go just yet.

One could argue that Aria was the most normal, stable girl in the harem, possessing an elegant poise. But that was until something prompted her jealousy and possessiveness to spike, which, as any new female attention on Kaiden proved, was not the hardest thing to prompt.

After that, she became a true yandere, though the “good kind” of yandere. She never harbored any thoughts of hurting Kaiden in any capacity. The women who might snatch him away from her, however…

“Kai…” Aria whispered, her voice barely a thread. Then, gathering every single emotion her frenzied heart held, she unleashed it all from the depths of her soul in the form of a shout. Her voice echoed across the field:

“Kaiden Grey, I will not forgive you if you dare impregnate her before me!!!”

Down in the clearing, Calypso felt the vibrations of the silver-haired Valkyrie’s furious ultimatum. Her own yellow eyes, blazing with newly found emotion, seemed to sparkle at the mention of the name.

“Kaiden Grey…” she murmured, savoring the sound as she repeated it. “Is that your name? It feels strange on my tongue, but… I like it.”

She let a slow, sultry smile curve her lips, offering her full, undivided attention to the figure towering over her. She waited for a command, a word, anything that would finalize this moment of submission.

Kaiden, however, was not responsive, at least not in terms of entering a conversation. He did not speak, nor did his expression change from its beastly, entranced state. Instead, the massive Great Demon only stared down into the Infernal Matriarch’s yellow eyes. His gaze was deep, unblinking, and utterly consuming.

He was a mountain of raw, demonic will. The air around him pulsed with a domineering, imposing aura, a silent pressure that crushed the concept of resistance out of existence.

The only movement was the slight tremor in the Matriarch’s body as she knelt, basking in the terrifying yet endearing attention of her new Lord.

The silent, intense staring lasted for what felt like an eternity. The two apex beings were locked in a charged moment of dominance and surrender, deeply enjoyed by both parties.

Then, the moment broke.

Kaiden’s massive tail, slick with dark demonic energy, moved. It reached for a thick, black cascade of Calypso’s hair and pulled it back. It was a gesture that was purely commanding.

Her head tipped, her neck arching and her lips parting further, wordlessly acknowledging the silent command.

Calypso did not need to be verbally told what she needed to do. Her lips parted even further of their own volition, wide with eager anticipation, before she leaned forward to tenderly leave a large, wet kiss on the tip of the Great Demon’s formidable cock.

“Mwah!❤️”

But before she could move on to the next step, which was to take it into her mouth, a sudden surge of unruly chaos erupted behind her.

Her demonic subordinates, the fiends who had fanned out to guard their queen, began to grow restless. They shuffled their hooves and claws, creating a chorus of guttural growls that built deep in their throats. They looked at their demonic queen, the Level 100 Infernal Matriarch who ruled their lives, on the ground, submissive before a being who had not technically defeated her in combat.

He hadn’t crushed her. He hadn’t earned this surrender through bloodshed.

They couldn’t easily accept this outcome, this sudden, radical shift in power based purely on some primal desire. Their eyes, once subservient to Calypso, now flickered with confusion and a dangerous disrespect.

With a speed that defied her kneeling position, Calypso executed a full 180-degree turn after snapping to her feet. The needy, submissive devotion she had shown Kaiden vanished instantly, replaced by the terrifying, raw fury of a territorial sovereign.

Her own dormant, domineering aura, the power that kept the very layer of hell under her control, flared to life, hitting her subordinates like a physical blast wave. Her lips peeled back from her teeth in a savage snarl, revealing a set of dangerously sharp canines.

“Silence! You worthless motes of ash! Know your place!” she roared. Her voice was a deep, reverberating thunder that made the ground tremble. The lesser demons recoiled instantly. Their rebellious growls died in their throat.

“Do you dare question your Queen’s actions? Do you question the will of the Great Demon Lord who stands here!?” She gestured fiercely at Kaiden, the possessiveness back in her eyes as she presented her new obsession to her army. “He has come to claim his due! You will show respect! You will show absolute loyalty! Now kneel!”

The demons, terrified of their Matriarch’s explosive fury, scrambled to obey, dropping their heads to the ground in a desperate display of submission.

Calypso waited until the silence was absolute. Her chest was heaving with exertion and rage.

It was in this moment of panting silence that Kaiden’s massive hand suddenly moved. It reached out, not with aggression, but with slow, undeniable purpose, and planted itself firmly on top of her head.

A gasp escaped her. “Ah!”

Calypso spun on her heels with the energy of a girlfriend who suddenly became worried she might’ve made a mistake on the first date with her crush. “Forgive me, Husband! I had to put them in their place to ensure your dominance was respected!”

However, Kaiden was still not conversational.

The palm resting on her skull applied a slow, steady downward push. It wasn’t a violent force that she couldn’t possibly resist, but it was more than enough to make the Infernal Matriarch instantly understand the command. Her Lord was impatient; the interlude was over.

Calypso’s sultry smile returned, stronger and more intense than ever, her yellow eyes glowing with renewed, eager lust. She immediately melted under his touch.

“Let me get back to it then~” she sing-songed huskily.

The demoness sensually lowered herself back down to her knees. Her long, demonic tongue, tipped with a slight, mesmerizing fork, flicked out. It was hot and rough in the best way as it enveloped his cock.