Sorgh sighed as he had just finished sucking himself off again, a rather common occurrence with him. Though as he began to uncurl, a pressure within his body suddenly made itself known. He didn’t even have time to react as piss began gushing out of his cock, and all over his face. However, he found it felt so relieving that he just laid there and let it happen. It would go on for a couple minutes, and when he was done, he’d head outside and into the breeding stables, as he liked to call them. Since finding that breeding mount, a couple demons running the town took interest in him.
They had proposed an idea to Sorgh to give him ownership of the abandoned farm and have him turning it into a breeding ranch for some of the overly sexual demons that kept trying to fuck and hump others despite being told not to. This idea seemed so popular that a couple neighboring demon-controlled cities were in talks to set up their own breeding ranches. Sorgh agreed, as it gave him something to do besides pleasuring himself all day, and he got to work cleaning up the abandoned farm, all the while finding several more breeding mounts to set up. He had twelve that were sturdy enough to handle a demon.
That was a day ago, and Alphegor was to be his first demon, having agreed to come here so long as he had his own private breeding mount. Sorgh was happy to give him one, though he would have to come up with a new stand for it, as it hadn’t held up to his durability test. Alphegor was more than fine with this, he liked to build and tinker after all, and said he would even help repair the farm. Sorgh had expected him to show up either on foot, or with a captured human vehicle, but to his surprise, he flew in with a pair of leathery wings and landed a few feet away from him. From there, Sorgh took in all his details.
He stood about 9ft tall, had light bluish-gray skin, with six glowing purple eyes, three on each side of his face. His overall face seemed a bit boxy, with two large nostrils pointing outwards. He had a series of purple spikes along the back of his head and going down his back. He had a stubby tail that seemed to have a hole, Sorgh would have to investigate it later. He had four arms, and his body was a little chubby, though nowhere near the level of Sorgh. As for his cock, it was purple, and seemed to glow like his eyes, and spikes. Sorgh had to wonder why, as he couldn’t see a point to the glowing bits, besides his eyes.
The cock itself vaguely resembled a common equine; however, it was possibly larger and had curved spikes on the flat part of the tip, facing forward. Sorgh wondered if it could be an ovipositor. He simply nodded, and showed him where his breeding mount was at, as judging by the hardon Alphegor now had, he was more than eager to start. Sorgh would’ve offered his own body, but he had other things to tend to on this new breeding ranch. There were enough materials that Alphegor should be able to construct something for his personal mount, and maybe even expand the room.
Sorgh wrote down the first demon on his list and waited for any others to show up. Cressillyn would be the next, catching Sorgh off guard by coming out of a large puddle on the ground as if it were a portal. While the last demon was likely a flying variant, this one was clearly water based. His scales were greenish-gray in color yet were dull, not shiny. He had two eyes, a fiery orange in color. His face was sleek, clearly designed for fast travel within water. At the top of his head sat a blowhole, along with a pair of short horns. His overall body was sleek, like his face, with thin, yet powerful looking muscles.
As Cressillyn got himself hard, Sorgh took mental notes. It was long and thin, yellow in color like his tongue, as well as prehensile. Speaking of his tongue, Cressillyn mentioned how his tongue could be flung or shot out of his mouth with such force, that it could impale anything organic, and be used to suck the fluids out of them. Out of curiosity, Sorgh placed a watermelon down, and watched in awe, as Cressillyn impaled it, and sucked it dry with nothing but his tongue. Afterwards, Sorgh assigned him a stable, and watched as he started using the breeding almost immediately. So, there were demons hornier than him.
Sorgh was expecting one more, so stood around and waited. He hadn’t gotten a name for the last one but had been told to expect three. Though he expected a low-level demon, perhaps an imp or something. So, you can imagine his surprise when a demonic rune seal appeared on the ground a few feet in front of him, and out came a monster of a demon who was easily twice the height of Sorgh himself. He also recognized him as Nabur, one of the original six hundred and sixty-six demons to be created. He was feared by humans and demons alike and had been at every battle against humanity known to demon kind. 
Sorgh was unable to move, paralyzed with fear at the high-level demon who stood before him. Yet, Nabur was rather calm, and sensed the fear within Sorgh. He began to burn a rune of calmness onto the back of his neck with his vast powers, before letting out a snort and walking past to find a stable suitable for him. He would find one, however he would have to modify it to accommodate his large size. He would expand the wood, using the stall next to him, as well as the steel and the breeding mount itself for extra material. By the end of it, two stables had been broken down and fused into one.
Now that Sorgh could move again, he watched Nabur, taking in the details of his body. His face and horns were made of bone, and the rest of his body matched in color. He had an ethereal mane of hair flowing on the back of his head, pitch black in color. His eyes were nearly the same, and many swore they could lose their soul if they looked into his eyes long enough. His tongue was black, and surprisingly long. His cock was black, and as thick as his arm. It appeared to be a taper in design, and had a lot of texture, though it was hard to see unless light was shining on it at the right angle. Overall, not a very colorful demon.
He watched him push his dick into the breeding mount and slowly thrust, seemed he was going to take his time, unlike the others. After a while, Sorgh went to check on the others, wondering why he felt strangely calm all of a sudden. He scratched the back of his neck, not knowing his hand was scratching right where the new rune was, as he watched Cressillyn thrusting impressively fast. It seemed he had more in him than Sorgh first thought, as there was a large puddle of his seed splattered on the ground, and a bit of cum on the ground where he was standing, likely from spraying out of the breeding mount.
Sorgh wondered if Cressillyn’s body was stretchy, and if so, could it handle his own dick. It was a question he’d solve later, as he went to check on Alphegor, where he would find the winged demon sleeping within a massive web. Was he part spider? Sorgh didn’t know. The web certainly wasn’t here when he first surveyed what he had to work with. He’d have to ask later. Right now, everything seemed to be going alright, so he went off to get some sleep. A few hours would pass by, and he’d have a meal, before making his way to the stables, finding Nabur still thrusting slowly, yet not a single drop of cum was on the floor.
As he was walking by an empty stable, a burst of heat appeared behind him, and before him stood what he recognized as a low-level imp. Sorgh stood perfectly still, his hand now glowing faintly as he prepared to unleash a fireball at the first sign of a problem. He knew how tricky and crazy imps could be, yet this one didn’t do anything. He simply walked into an empty stable and began using the breeding mount inside with haste. Tezrianth stood about 6ft tall; with a roughly textured body, white in color, lime green eyes, and a set of horns molded onto his head, and spikes on his shoulders. He had a long tail behind him.
Imps were often used as the primary ground unit, with the mid-level like Sorgh and Alphegor following behind as heavy hitters. They were by far the most annoying for both humans and demons, though you couldn’t argue with their effectiveness in numbers. With them teleporting around in a flash of fire, as well as throwing fast moving fireballs at you like stones, they were a double-edged nuisance. Once the battles were over though, a lot of them got too crazy, and started causing a lot of problems for other demons, including overpopulation. So much so that a lot of them were put down as if they were rabid animals.
Any surviving imps had a rune burned into them by the high-level demons that made it near impossible to reproduce with other imps. It had been fine during the conquest of the planet, as a way to overwhelm the surprisingly resistant humans, but had been a massive problem afterwards, hence the anti-fertility rune. The side effect that came with this was a large increase in horniness among already overhorny imps, so much so that some demons swore they saw them having sex with captured humans instead of torturing or killing them. They were an overall pest, but a useful pest.
Sorgh watched carefully, making sure Tezrianth didn’t try and run off with his breeding mount or something, however a shriek from somewhere else would get his attention. Heading towards the sound, he found Alphegor surrounded by a cluster of about seven imps in differing colors. He may have given Tezrianth the benefit of doubt, but he could tell these ones were here for nothing but to cause trouble. Four of them turned to face him, as one threw a fireball, hitting Sorgh’s face, while the other three vanished and appeared behind him, throwing their fireballs at his back. The fight was now on.
Sorgh raised his foot and brought it down hard, creating a small shockwave, and bringing two to the ground in front of him. One attempted to get close, and Sorgh would send him flying with a fireball to their chest. He’d kick away two others that tried clawing at him, while finally crushing one under his foot. Six left. Two jumped off the roof of the stable, trying to tackle him from above, but he moved out of the way, watching one disappear, and one hit the ground, being knocked unconscious. Five left. He threw a fireball at one just to his right, sending them into the side of the stable. He walked up and kicked them hard.
As he was doing this, Sorgh was clawed at from behind, leaving a noticeable gash down his back. Sorgh let out a roar, turning around and giving a hefty kick to the one who cut him, before grabbing their head and incinerating their brain by summoning a fireball inside their skull. Four left. He turned around and headed for the other four, crushing the head of the unconscious one along the way, killing him instantly. Sorgh summoned two fireballs in each of his palms and threw them at two imps approaching him, sending them sliding across the ground. With the two of them getting cuts from the various rocks.
He walked over and picked one up, slamming them hard into the ground several times and ripping out their heart. Three left. One tried to slash at him from behind again, but he turned around and grabbed their head, crushing it in his hands. Two left. Sorgh found the other two staring at him, as one vanished, while the other charged him. As if he even stood a chance. Sorgh charged forward and pummeled him to the ground, crushing their ribcage with his sheer weight alone. One left. As he got up, he felt a very sharp pain between his legs. The last one managed to kick his nuts hard, and he could feel a trickle of blood flowing out.
Sorgh never thought he had many weaknesses, if any for that matter, and it was rightly assumed. He was a demon after all, and nothing a human could do to him short of using a large bomb could really hurt him. However, he had a problem that all other males faced, and that was a weakness to crotch kicks. Especially with his being so large, it was an easy target for the imp who was doing anything to survive. Sorgh fell like a bolder, crying out in pain, for he truly was for the first time. He had been shot at plenty during the invasion of this planet, even had tank rounds fired at him, but this was something he couldn’t describe. 
As he lay there, he could here the stupid imp chuckling in front of him. But even in his immense pain, Sorgh smiled as he saw Nabur slowly approaching, somehow keeping his footsteps silent. He was right behind the imp when they finally noticed Sorgh’s smirk and walked forward, giving his face a few good kicks, when he was picked up and turned around to face the eyes of Nabur. He often wondered how far the cries and screams of his victims echoed, but that was a question for another time. He wasn’t going to kill this pathetic imp, oh no, he had other plans. Plans that not even this reader could know… He smirked at you.
He force-teleported the imp off to his own pocket dimension, intent on torturing them later, and moving over to Sorgh’s side before instantly healing any wounds he had and picked him up. To Sorgh’s still blurry vision, Nabur looked like a fallen angel to him, and almost seemed to glow. He swore he even saw a pair of ethereal black wings. He’d find Sorgh’s bed and teleport him inside, since he was too large for the house, before heading back to his stable. Sorgh just laid there, feeling tired. Though he was thankful he had come to help. As he drifted to sleep, he could hear a roar off in the distance as Nabur finally came.
Nabur had been edging himself since he arrived at this strange idea of a ranch. Mainly to see what it was like, as it had been a while since he pleasured himself in any way. Having to fight the humans left him stressed, however this was a way of unwinding he seldom used. He had other ways of unwinding, whether it was torturing those he captured, or tearing apart an entire forest. Yet when one demon recommended this new “Sex Ranch” as they called it, he had his curiosity piqued. As such, he arrived to find a mid-level demon running it. However, he would give this demon a chance, just for the hell of it.
He was locked in place with fear from his appearance alone, and needed a calming rune burned onto them, which he was willing to do just this once. From there, he found a stable, and rather than having to bend down to access it, he combined it with the one next to it, warping the wood and steel into one larger stable, now able to accommodate for his size. Nabur would head inside and inspect what he recognized from his captured humans’ memories as a breeding mount, commonly used for horses. A simple enough concept, though he could have just made a fleshlight if he wanted something for his cock.
He coaxed his member out with thought alone, and pressed it in, finding the inside of this breeding mount to feel good enough to have a go at. He’d go slowly, refusing to jackhammer it like some wild animal, no he was going to take his time with it, whether this reader liked it or not. He chuckled softly, looking straight at you. Though about an hour in, he was interrupted by the shriek of another demon. Sighing in disappointment, he stopped what he was doing, and walked out, seeing a group of imps bullying another demon. How just like them, he sneered.
He was about to deal with them when he noticed Sorgh already heading in that direction and decided to leave those excuses for demons for him to deal with. It wasn’t him not wanting to fight, it was him not even wanting to waste his time on such a low-level demon who wasn’t worth the dirt under his feet. He did, however, keep watching as even he knew these imps could get clever. He was proven right as the last one managed to get a good hit on Sorgh’s nuts. Nabur swore he could feel it as if they were his own. He slowly stepped forward, using his powers to silence each step as he could tell Sorgh saw him.
As the imp went to kick Sorgh’s face in, he picked him up and scowled, slowly turning the imp around, and their scream was music to his ears. There were a hundred different ways he could torture him then and there, but for your sake, he just sent them to his pocket dimension for later. From there, Nabur went to pick up Sorgh, healing him fully as he did so, before heading for his house to send him inside. He could’ve put him in his pocket dimension until he recovered, but he didn’t want to risk him getting lost or encountering that pathetic imp again.
Once done with that, he walked back to his stable intent on finishing what he started. While he did notice Tezrianth within one of the stables, he already knew that Sorgh left him be, and so long as he didn’t cause any trouble, Nabur would do the same. He got back into the stable and went slowly began thrusting into his breeding mount again. He was surprised when he felt just how pent up he was, and he knew he would have to cum. Still, he kept his slow pace, easing himself to the edge of orgasm, before thrusting all the way in. With a roar that likely echoed for miles, he finally came, his seed burning through the mount.