Demon King After the End-Chapter 28

The next morning, Leon was jolted awake by a high-pitched squeal echoing through the stone halls.

It wasn’t a cry of terror.

It was the kind of sound a girl made when finding a particularly cute kitten—or a limited-edition plush toy.

Leon groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "What in the world...?"

His bedroom door had been left slightly ajar, and the source of the excitement quickly became apparent.

Selene stood in the middle of his chambers, barefoot, hair slightly messy from the early hour—cradling the tiny spirit like a living doll. Her cheeks flushed with excitement as she nuzzled Mora against her.

"Oh my gods, what is this cute little thing?" Selene giggled, rubbing Mora under her chin like a beloved pet. "So soft! So tiny! I want one!"

Mora, on the other hand, looked horrified.

Her tiny arms strained as she tried to push Selene’s face away. "H-Hey! Cut it out! I’m not a plushie! Help! Boss—!"

Leon’s lips twitched in amusement. "Selene. You might want to let her go."

"She’s adorable!" Selene continued, eyes sparkling. "Where did you find something like this?"

But before Leon could move, Mora’s wings stiffened. Her glowing eyes narrowed.

"I said—let! Me! Go!"

With a sharp wave of her hand, the air in the room shifted.

A low rumble groaned from beneath the stone tiles, and thick dark vines erupted from the floor like angry serpents.

Selene gasped as they wrapped around her legs, waist, and arms—hoisting her into the air.

The vines were strangely... deliberate.

She gasped as she was yanked upward and suspended mid-air. But this was no ordinary entanglement. The vines wrapped around her in deliberately indecent ways—tight coils slithered around her ankles and wrists, spreading her limbs apart in a spread-eagle display. Another vine looped around her waist, arching her back obscenely, while a thinner one snaked up her thigh, sliding under her robes and pushing the fabric aside to expose creamy skin.

Her generous breasts strained against her tight maid uniform as vines pressed beneath and between them, lifting and squeezing her chest so erotically it looked like a dominator’s fantasy come alive. One of the darker vines even coiled lightly around her throat, just enough to press against her skin like a collar—not choking, but asserting dominance.

"Mmmhh~!" Selene moaned, her tail twitching wildly as her sharp breaths became soft gasps. "W-What is this—ah!—t-these vines... are too tight..."

She writhed, unintentionally grinding against the vine between her thighs, making the situation lewder with every twist of her hips. The more she struggled, the tighter the vines constricted—binding her in a position so lewd it looked like she’d been caught mid-ritual in a forbidden succubus temple.

Mora fluttered back into the air, landing on Leon’s shoulder with a proud pout.

Leon blinked, eyebrows raised. "Well. That escalated."

Mora fluttered back toward him, cheeks puffed out in annoyance. "Humph! That’s what she gets for messing with me while I was sleeping. No one grabs me without permission!"

Leon looked between the two—the sassy little spirit glaring with pride, and Selene blushing furiously as the vines suspended her like some kind of naughty garden ornament.

"I can’t tell if I should be impressed or worried," he muttered.

"Tell your weed not to touch my tails like that!" Selene yelped, one of the vines lightly brushing against her third tail, sending a shiver up her spine.

Leon sighed and snapped his fingers. "Alright, Mora. That’s enough."

With a reluctant pout, Mora waved again, and the vines loosened, gently lowering Selene to the floor. They slithered back into the cracked tiles, leaving behind a slightly ruined section of the floor and a very flustered fox-girl.

Selene smoothed her clothes and cleared her throat. "That thing is dangerous."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "You were rubbing her on your face like a stuffed animal."

"She is cute!" Selene shot back, pointing dramatically. "Too cute to have such... pervy powers!"

"I’m not pervy! You’re the one who started it!" Mora huffed, crossing her arms and turning her back.

Selene tilted her head, still staring at the tiny floating spirit. "So... what is she exactly?"

"Hey!! You idiotic fox—what do you mean what? I’m not a thing!" Mora snapped, stamping her tiny foot in the air. "And what are you? Do you live under a rock or something? You don’t even recognize a spirit? Dumb fox!"

Leon sighed, rubbing his temple. Too early for this nonsense.

"Selene, this is Mora," he said flatly. "She’s a spirit—and now bound to me. You’ll be seeing her around from now on, so try not to strangle each other."

Then, turning to Mora, he added, "And this is Selene—my personal maid."

Mora squinted, unimpressed. "This foolish fox is your maid? Can she even do her job properly?"

Mora crossed her arms and hovered in front of Selene, unimpressed. "This foolish fox is your maid? Can she even do her job properly?"

Selene’s lips curled into a slow, sultry smile. "Oh, I can do my job very well... thank you for your concern, little one."

Without warning, she pressed herself against Leon, sandwiching his arm between her plush, barely-contained breasts. Her uniform was scandalously tight as it was, and now every breath she took made her chest squish and mold around his arm, soft and warm.

"Don’t I, Master?" she purred, looking up at him through thick lashes, her voice thick with sensual undertones.

Leon didn’t even try to hide the grin tugging at his lips. Blood surged south, his cock hardening in an instant at the way Selene’s breasts enveloped his arm like warm silk. He let her grind against him, let her tease him, drinking in the view.

But Mora was having none of it.

"You damn vixen!! Stop trying to charm my master!" she shrieked.

With a snap of her tiny fingers, dark vines erupted once more—this time yanking Selene backward and wrapping around her waist, lifting her clean off the ground and away from Leon.

Selene dangled a foot off the floor, arms crossed in mock offense. "Rude."

"Stop trying to charm my master like a slut in heat!" Mora growled. "Do that again, and I’ll throw you out the damn window!"

"Mora," Leon said with a half-chuckle, half-groan. "Calm down. Let her be. It is her job to serve me, after all."

The wicked glint in his eyes and the unmistakable lecherous grin on his face made it very clear what kind of "service" he meant.

Mora floated in place, trembling with frustration, then finally slumped in defeat. With a pout and a grumble, she snapped her fingers, and the vines retreated into the stone floor, letting Selene drop gracefully back onto her feet.

Selene stuck her tongue out at the spirit with a smug grin, then turned to Leon, eyes glowing with mischief. "Shall we, Master?"

Before he could answer, she wrapped both arms around his and pressed her breasts even tighter against him, guiding his hand to rest right between them—where he could feel the soft heat of her bare skin beneath the plunging neckline of her maid uniform.

"Let me help you with your bath," she whispered in his ear, her tongue flicking out to trace the edge of it. "You must be... aching after waking up like this."

Leon didn’t resist. He let her drag him from the room, her hips swaying with each step, her breasts jiggling deliciously with every bounce. Mora was left behind, hovering near the ceiling, cheeks puffed out and fists clenched.

"Perverts... the both of you..."

Leon sat back in the tub, arms resting along the rim, eyes half-open as the hot water eased the tension in his body. Selene was beside him, calmly washing his back with a cloth. Her hands were slow, deliberate, and definitely more touchy than necessary.

"You really should let me do this more often," she said casually, her hand dipping lower along his chest under the water. "You’re always too tense, Master."

Leon let out a breath. "You’re not exactly helping with that."

She leaned in, lips close to his ear. "I can help with other kinds of tension too... if you let me."

Just then, a sharp voice cut through the air.

"What are you doing?!" Mora hovered at the doorway, arms crossed, cheeks glowing green.

Selene looked back, unfazed. "Giving him a bath. Want a turn?"

"Absolutely not! You’re corrupting him, you shameless fox!"

Selene raised a brow and turned back to Leon. "She’s loud."

Leon chuckled. "She’s jealous."

Mora’s face burned brighter. "I-I am not! I’m his spirit, not his toy!"

Then, in a puff of black petals, she vanished.

Leon shook his head. "This is gonna be a long day."

Selene smirked and leaned in again. "Not if we make good use of the time."

****

After the bath, Leon stepped out of the castle. As usual, Zorath stood waiting at the entrance like a silent sentinel.

"Morning," Leon said, nodding.

Zorath bowed his head slightly. "You’re up later than usual."

"Got held up."

Before the conversation could continue, both their gazes shifted to the small figure floating beside Leon’s shoulder.

Mora floated there silently for a moment, then narrowed her glowing eyes.

"An elder dragon," she said aloud.

Zorath’s eyes sharpened. "A spirit."

They spoke in unison, a small moment of tension hanging in the air.