Inspired by this prompt by u/tolgar-1 .

Enjoy!

Corruption comes in many surprising forms and for Garon, it was about to come about in a very unexpected way. He had been trained by the church to fight against the demon army that had been fated to rise again on the eve of his sixteenth birthday. Like clockwork, demons attacked the country during the gathering to celebrate him, but they were swiftly defeated by Garon and his might. However, that was only the beginning. Within a few months, the Demon Queen Alrysia had built up quite the army, amassing countless hordes of disposable demons.

It seemed to be a war of attrition that the humans were undoubtedly going to lose. The church refused to let the army delve into the dark magics like necromancy that would allow them to have a continuously formidable army, so their forces just slowly dwindled.

For two years, the Demon Queen encroached upon the kingdom, swallowing up lands with her rule. They had become the last bastion of hope, but the hero's power had kept them safe. The country was well-fortified enough that the demons could only attack from one place. As long as the hero lived, they had a chance. Still, countless men died to the demons each day.

Then, on his 18th birthday, the Demon Queen herself made an appearance. As strong as Garon was, he knew he couldn't match Alrysia just yet. He readied his holy sword and stared her down only for her to laugh and wink at him. "I've grown tired of this game of back and forth, young hero," she said softly. "But I'm nothing if not a gracious and benevolent queen," her eyes glinted and she laughed at her own joke. "Submit to me and return to my castle with me and I will end this war of conquest. Your pittance of a kingdom can survive and I will no longer fight back against them if they attempt to retake the other kingdoms."

He looked at the frightened people around them; it was his job to protect them and if he could guarantee this simply by becoming the Demon Queen's prisoner, then so be it. "How do I know you'll keep your word?" Garon asked, eyeing her carefully, sword still yet drawn.

She held out her hand and a piece of parchment appeared with a pen atop it. "A formal contract. Demons are bound by the terms of the contracts we sign, so read it carefully and make your decision, hero." The demoness remained static, only her eyes moving down to watch him and her chest slowly rising and falling with each breath.

Garon took the paper and read over the short agreement. It was exactly as she said spelled out quite plainly. "So be it," he said, taking the pen and signing it. The paper and pen vanished and a collar bearing her sigil appeared around his neck, a chain extending into her hand.

Alrysia licked her lips and tugged on the chain, pulling him close to her. "We're going to have so much fun," she teased before the two of them vanished in a puff of black smoke.

True to her word, the demons stopped advancing and they were even able to take back some of the surrounding kingdoms. As for the hero...

Alrysia had taken Garon back to her castle and locked him away in her room. It was gaudy, that was for sure. It was adorned with golds and reds and blacks with some darker shades of purple for the bed sheets. Books filled out shelves and mysterious items and artifacts sat around the room. He had tried to read one of the books, but it was in Infernal — a language he had been forbidden to learn. Anxious, he sat on the bed as he waited for his inevitable torture.

He assumed that it was towards the end of the day when she had returned. She entered the room with a smile and removed a large cloak that had been covering her. "I apologize for the wait, my dear, but you must understand that mommy is quite busy ruling."

Garon almost choked on air at her comment. "I'm sorry, mommy?" He asked, incredulous.

"Ah, perhaps I have gotten a bit ahead of myself," she said as she walked over and sat down next to him on the bed. She rested her arm around him and brought his head down onto her lap. It was sudden and gentle, not giving him time to react. "I'm sure you thought that I was going to bring you to my castle and torture you and torment you for eternity. While it is quite brave of you to will yourself through that for the sake of your people, I don't believe you deserve that." She ran her fingers through his hair only to jump slightly when he shot up and jumped from the bed, standing in front of her.

"I don't know what your game is here, demon, but while you may have secured my physical submission, my spirit will not break," Garon replied triumphantly.

"Such a brave boy," Alrysia cooed and gave him a soft smile. "I don't want to break anything. In fact, I want to fix something. I've taken a liking to you. Some would even call it love."

Everything she had said so far was sending his mind for a spin. "A demon? In love? Impossible! All you know are sins and vices. Your entire being is founded on evil!" Garon stepped back even more, wary and cautious of her as he expected her to attack him at any moment once he let his guard down.

She sighed and scook her head, "I will spare you the history lesson on demons, but I have taken to you. You see, I've been watching you. All your life, in fact; from the moment you were born to your eighteenth birthday. My heart broke for you each and every day. To not know love. To not know kindness or affection..."

"I-I know plenty of those things! Besides, those are worldly desire that the hero cannot succumb to! I have no time for love when I have to stop the likes of you!" He spat back, pointing his finger at her.

"I'm sure that is what they told you..." She bit her lip and frowned. "I watched as they took you from your family and had them exterminated. While I have to admit that it was quite amusing to watch their despair, I think that was the moment it changed for me."

"You... That's a lie. My parents willingly gave me to the church. They were just forbidden contact with me so that I could remain focused on my training!" Garon replied, a quiver in his voice. He'd had his suspicions for some time now that something had happened to them, but he simply imagined they either didn't want or had died in one of the demon attacks. Still, his first instinct was to approach what she said with distrust.

She simply ignored his outburst and continued, "as you grew, I saw how they treated you. You were not allowed any friends, essentially isolated—"

"That's because attachments would have made me weak! They could have given you something to use against me!" He interrupted, spouting off the same excuse he'd been given by the priests.

"—you spent all day training, working tirelessly until you were considered perfect. When you messed up, they would beat you—"

"It was so that I would associate failure with pain! If I didn't want pain, then I wouldn't fail!" Garon yelled once more.

She looked at him, her heart in pieces as she saw the years of abuse and pain that had been inflicted upon him all under the guise of simply defeating her. The kingdom didn't see a child or a person; they saw a weapon and a symbol that they could use and rally the people around. "All because of me..." Her last words fell onto silence. It was true, though. He wouldn't have gone through any of this had there not been a prophecy and a proper threat. At the same time, their actions were inexcusable to her. He had just been a child through most of it. "So I want to take what I broke and I want to fix it." She stood up, towering over him by a head or two. She looked down, meeting his gaze.

Every muscle in his body tensed up as she moved, but he didn't respond— at least not yet. "So... I want to be the mother you never had. I want to give you all of that love and affection and pampering. That is what I will do while you are here as my prisoner and you will submit to it as you submit to me." Despite the words, her tone was still gentle. It seemed so odd to him to hear these things from a demon of all creatures. Yet, there was a genuine tone in her voice. He couldn't place it, but he felt inclined to believe her words. Or maybe he was just tired. Tired of fighting and training and being a strong warrior.

She saw the conflict in his eyes and approached him calmly and carefully. "What are you—" he was cut off as she pulled him into a hug, her arms wrapping around him as he was pressed against her bossom. He froze for a moment until he felt the tears start to fall from his eyes. He remained there, silently crying until she hugged him a bit tighter. The demoness's hand brushed through his hair, "it's okay, dear. It's safe here. It's okay to cry."

The damn broke as tears streamed down his cheeks as he began to sob in the arms of his sworn enemy. "I know... I know... It's okay... Let it out." She carefully walked him over to the bed and sat down, once again bringing his head into her lap while he cried. She brushed his hair and affirmed him quietly, letting him tire hinself out.

Garon woke up the next morning in a sinfully comfortable bed, under the covers and his head resting on Alrysia's pillowy breasts. His arms were around her and he was practically splayed out on top of her. He looked up and saw her smiling down, causing him to blush, panic, and slide off of her. He's so cute, she thought.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. I let you sleep in today. The butlers should be bringing in breakfast soon. We're having a bit of a lazy day today," Alrysia giggles and reaches out to him. He recoils instinctively only for her to brush his hair out of his face. "You're adorable when you sleep, you know."

"A-am not!" He replied, his face suddenly very red. "And I can't skip training today, so—"

"Nuh-uh, mister! You're going to relax today and let me spoil you!" She interrupted, sternly correcting him.

"Yes ma'am..." He mumbled; he knew there was no use in fighting her on this. He'd signed the contract to submit to her. He had the collar— no, wait. He didn't have the collar. "Where'd the collar go?"

"Oh that? That silly thing was just for show. I'm not going to collar and leash you, unless you ask me to," she smirked with a low, sensual voice.

After breakfast, she brought him on a walk with her. The castle was nothing like he'd expected. Though, based on the bedroom, he should have known. The priests instilled imaged of burning skulls and screaming slaves, but the castle was far from that. Sure, the architecture was both goth and gothic, but it seemed like a normal castle, sans the imps, succubi, and other demons that roamed the halls.

Alrysia led her 'prisoner' our to the courtyard garden and sat him down on a bench, reaching down and plucking a flower out and handing it to him. Unlike the rest of the castle, the courtyard was full of vibrant colors. The particular flower he currently held was yellow. "I'm not sure if you have these where you're from," she smiled and grabbed herself one. She brought it to her lips and gave it a quick lick. "But they taste like honey!"

Garon was hesitant, but took a lick anyways. True to her word, it tasted like honey! "What is this?"

"It's called a honeysuckle. Usually you," she put part of it in her mouth and sucked on it before taking it out, "do that. But I didn't think you'd go for that." She looked around the garden with a smile. "There are plants of all different kinds here. Some rare, some common... some dangerous. You have to promise that you won't come here without me, okay?"

"How would I even do that?" He asked, looking up at her.

"You may be my prisoner, so to speak, and stuck in the castle, but you have free reign of it while you're here. You can visit any room of the castle aside from the ones that are too dangerous for you to go to alone. This is one of them. I can't tell you about each and every plant, so you'll just have to trust me." Alrysia gave him a half-smile as concern radiated from her. He responded with a nod, hoping to placate her, before returning his attention — and tongue — to the plant.

Dinner had been a veritable feast of all the foods he'd been denied from fried meats to sweets. It had taken some cajoling for him to try the food, not out of fear of being poisoned, but rather the remnants of a beaten-in duty. After gorging himself on food, Garon decided to take a walk on his own to get to know the castle better. Alrysia warned him about the off-limits rooms, which he only half-paid attention to.

Eventually, he found himself passing back by the garden again. He knew to stay out of there, but he figured he would pop in for a honeysuckle or two and then leave. As he entered the garden, he looked up and saw the moonlight as it shone brightly on the flowers below. His gaze went back down to the garden before settling in something strange: a woman. She seemed to be standing in the midst of a patch of large flowers and free-standing vines. More than the sight was the smell that grew strong the closer he got. He wasn't sure when he'd started walking towards her, but the sweet smell and beautiful figure enticed him.

"Well, hello there," her soft voice said as she turned to look at him. That's when he got a good view of her. He recognized what she was from his studies; she was undeniably an Alarune. He knew the dangers of them, but they didn't seem so prevalent right now. Not as prevalent as her beauty or the smell she was giving off. "I'm Lily! What's your name?"

"Garon..." He replied dreamily.

"What a fun name! Hey, don't you want to see what it's like inside of my flower?" She asked, beckoning him forward.

"Yea..." Garon nodded, walking towards her until he was right next to her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a kiss, her tongue sliding into his mouth as the flower petals closed around him. The sweet-smelling gas filled they're enclosed space as he was pressed to against her. His clothes dissolved soon enough, the gas eating away at the fabric until he stood there with his hardened cock pressed against her soft body.

The vines wrapped around him, binding him in place as her hand moved down to his hardened member, gently stroking it. "Mmm... It seems like you have plenty of cum saved up for me. Don't worry; I'll drink every bit of it. Aren't you happy that you get to experience the pleasure of being food for me?"

"Yes, Lily..." He replied in a robotic tone. His mind was clouded as his focus was simply on the pleasure that this demon could give him. He wondered if she tasted like honeysuckle as well... Maybe she was sweeter... She said something about food? Suddenly, Lily let out a cry as the petals of the flower were pried back. On the other side of the thin wall was Alrysia.

"Lily. Let him go. Now," the Demon Queen commanded with a stern, firm voice. The Alarune yelped and dropped the flower petals — and Garon — before she began to profusely apologize to her queen.

"I didn't know he was yours! I thought he'd just wandered into the castle and..." Lily trailed off, waiting for Alrysia's reply.

"You are not to touch him like this again, Lily. Is that understood?" The queen asked, though it was definetly more of a command.

The Alarune nodded before putting the petals around herself and sinking into the ground out of fear and panic. It took a moment for Garon to slowly come out of his stupor as Alrysia looked him over. His nude form and engorged cock were on display as she made sure he hadn't been hurt. "What...?"

Alrysia pulled him into a hug, her bust enveloping his face which his cock pressed against her leg. "I was so worried! When we couldn't find you, I practically turned the whole place upside down!"

He'd felt aroused before, but never this aroused. "I feel... really warm." He mumbled between her tits.

"Oh, hells, she dosed you good, didn't she?" Alrysia pulled away from him and looked down, noticing his incredibly hardened cock. She pouted and sighed, "come with me."

She dragged him back to their room and sat down on the bed, patting her lap. "Come lay your head on my lap and let mommy take care of you, or else that erection of yours won't go away and it'll just get more painful."

Were he in his right mind, he might have protested, but, instead, he obliged. He laid on his back, his cock sticking in the air. Alrysia wrapped her soft, gentle hand around it as she looked down at him, "honestly, what were you thinking?"

He didn't reply; he was distracted by two very large obstacles. She noticed and sighed once more, "do you want to suck on mommy's breasts while she gets you taken care of?" She lifted off her gown, offering her chest to him.

The former hero didn't wait as his lips latched onto one of her nipples. "Of course you do..." She moaned, a sharp breath escaping her own lips. Her hand started to move faster, rubbing and tugging on his member until he finally erupted in pleasure, cum spurting from his cock.

Yet, after a moment, his cock did not return to its normal size. He pulled off of her breast and sat up, rubbing his head. "What just happened... Why am...?" He looked down at his messy cock and then back at Alrysia. Instead of anger, he felt... a burning lust. He wanted her. Needed her.

"Sweetie, are you—" She fell back as he tackled her, pressing his cock against the cloth separating her nether regions from his. His lips instantly crashed onto hers, his tongue pushing inside of her mouth. His animalistic urges, those that had been denied for so long, had been released thanks to the pollen from the Alarune and now he was going to act on it.

Alrysia was surprised, but not too upset. Still... "Garon," she said, putting her hand on his face. "I want you. So badly. But not like this... I want you to want me because you want me. Not because you're drugged up."

"Alrysia— Mommy... I want you. I'm tired of waiting and holding back. If anything, my mind is clearer than it ever has been," he said, kissing at her neck. "So let me have you."

She bit her lip, enjoying the decisiveness and assertiveness that he was showing — two things he usually reserved for others that he was finally using to satisfy his own wants and needs. The queen nodded and pulled down her underwear. She was already extremely wet and ready for him, having been aroused due to his wanting treatment of her breast. He wasted no time in pushing his cock into her pussy, sheathing himself inside of her completely. She let out a loud moan of pleasure as her arms wrapped around him, squeezing him tight. "Oh, hells, yes! That feels so good, sweetie! Fuck mommy's tight cunt! Use me to feel good!"

Garon took her encouragement in stride as he began to thrust back and forth into her, his arms on either side of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down, letting him rest on her while he used his hips to pound her pussy. A virgin just moments before, his prowess was something to behold. His lips met hers once again as he bestowed his passion upon her. She squeaked and quivered beneath him as her walls contracted, squeezing him as she came. That was all he needed as his cock emptied inside of her, filling her womb with his seed.

He fell on top of her when he was finished, sleeping soundly between her breasts. Alrysia was in a state of euphoric bliss as she held on to Garon. She was worried what the morning would hold, but, for now, she would hold the man she loved and comfort him.

The next morning, as he awoke, he didn't seem to be upset as she had expected. While he was bashful about his attitude the night prior, he did admit he enjoyed it.

Of course, being a sexy demoness queen, Alrysia offered to teach him much more about sex, to which he obliged. As the days wore on, their bond grew, as did their sexual chemistry. More than that, he began to fall in love with her as she had with him. He saw a different side of her; he saw the way she treated her servants and warriors and how different it was from his former generals and priests. He also saw the more intimate side of her, being her confidant about her worries and fears.

Eventually, the war came to an end. As she had pulled her forces, and those who remained either stayed to fight for their territory or retreated, the humans took back the previously subjugated kingdoms until the only demonic territory left was the queen's castle and minor kingdom.

"The war is over, my dear," Alrysia said, brushing his hair back as he laid atop her chest in bed. "That means our contract has expired. There is no more need for you to remain here. You may return to your previous life."

"What do you mean?" Garon asked, caught off guard.

"I thought I had made it clear that this was temporary; that when this was over, you'd be free to go." She nodded, giving him a melancholic smile.

Looking back, whenever she mentioned him staying here, she did use language such as "while you are here" and the like. She had always planned on letting him leave, then? But...

"Then let's make a new contract," he said, sitting up.

"What do you mean?" She replied, rising after him.

"A contract where we never have to be apart. Where I can ensure that I wake up next to you every day. A contract where I can keep you safe," he said, taking her hand in his.

"Garon... Sweetie, I appreciate that, but we can't just—"

"Alrysia, marry me. Become my wife. I love you and I can't imagine life without you. All these months here with you every day have shown me just who exactly you and I love her. So don't take that from me. I'm finally being selfish and I'm going to do something that I want to do."

Alrysia sighed, "but in order to marry me, you'd have to renounce your humanity. It would also be seen as a pariah due to your angelic bloodline."

"My... What?" He asked, bewildered.

"I thought... You mean they never told you? You weren't selected at random, my dear. Your lineage dates back to an intermingling of angels and humans. While the bloodline is a bit thin, you are an Aasimar — a descendant of angels and humans. Surely our union would be seen as improper... at best." She frowned and looked away. It's not like she hadn't thought about it or wanted it. Gods, she wanted it; she wanted him more than anything.

"Or maybe it's what we need?" He asked after a moment of silence. "The war is constantly between the infernal, angelic, and human realms... What if our marriage could unite them all in peace?" He took her hand in his and squeezed it, running his thumb over her knuckles. "Even if it doesn't, I'm willing to take a shot. I'm willing to marry you. No matter what hardships we face, you've shown me love in the face of hardships and tragedy and there is no one else I want to be with for all of eternity. So... Will you marry me?"

As she listened to his impassioned speech, she could feel the tears slowly escape from her eyes. She was, by all rights, a monster and one that this perfect being had somehow come to love. They would no doubt have their tribulations and the very world may be against them. But still...

She looked up at him with a smile as he wiped the tears from her eyes. "Yes. Yes, I will marry you."