My two-hundred and fifth caption, featuring a Demon Lord who has come up with the most genius plan to defeat the "Great Hero"…

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Everything was going according to plan, having been mapped out and calculated with my genius precision every step of the way. All the minor variances had been accounted for, and my dominion over the land was fully guaranteed. I am the Demon Lord Cierdes, rightful arcane master of all in the realm. Though my power had remained uncontested for the longest time, whispers had made themselves known over time regarding a “Great Hero” who was destined to defeat me. Me! As if such a preposterous prophecy held any more weight than the ramblings of a smelly drunkard. Still, even with my immense power and hordes of loyal servants, I remained cautious, sending scouts and using my magic to observe this supposed “Great Hero” and those that followed him around the lands.

This “hero” was a Human who looked rather plain, neither very strong nor impressive-looking. He dressed himself like any normal adventurer, basic armor and equipment, and his companions weren’t much different. A Dwarf, a Halfling, and an Archer made up their party, all men who seemed to get along with each other quite well. Their skills balanced one another nearly perfectly, given how they had repelled all creatures I had sent to kill them. It didn’t make any sense that this was the supposed “Great Hero” who would defeat me, especially considering they didn’t even seem to be looking for me or my followers. All attempts to have them killed through third-party means continued to fail, but there was one detail I noticed through my observations of the man. He was a prolific womanizer, frequenting many bars during their journey where he met women and bedded them. They all seemingly fawned over the man, seeing something “special” in him that wasn’t observable through any of my mystical means. Though I still failed to see why he was supposedly the “Great Hero” from his exploits, I decided to take matters into my own hands with a new, devious plan. One designed not to destroy the hero, but to bend his will to my own. I would corrupt him into yet another useful pawn. Besides, it had been far too long since I walked hidden in plain sight among the mortals, true evil lurking right beneath their foolish noses.

Leaving one of my trusted lieutenants in charge until I returned, I entered my grand chambers and locked myself inside, not wanting to be disturbed as I underwent my transformation. Using a large soulstone and a foul potion in conjunction with one another, I shifted my form into the ideal woman, having many of the traits this “Hero” seemed to be attracted to the most. Though I had transformed into many varied forms over countless years, I had never turned myself into a member of the “fairer sex”. The feelings of warmth in my body were growing with each passing moment as my skin became soft and perfect, flawless in every conceivable way. Hair tinted to an exotic purple/pink cascaded down my shoulders, far enough down to tickle my growing posterior. My hips grew to be thick and supple, squeezing my receding manhood as my hands and feet became thinner and delicate. FInally, two modest breasts grew in front of me as my face became alluring and sultry with bright, purple eyes. I basked in the pleasure of my newest form, feeling like the very definition of womanhood as I leaned back into my bed. I briefly explored myself, making sure everything was in order before donning a special outfit I had designed myself. I was taking on an identity I had invented myself, that of “Chelkame”, a powerful wizard maiden hailing from the far north. My true power was hidden beneath the surface, hidden from those capable of feeling the presence of powerful beings such as myself. With all my affairs in order, I wasted no time conjuring a portal, sending myself to the next village the “Hero” was traveling to for the night. There, I would corrupt him and steal him away to my indomitable fortress.

It didn’t take long for the “Hero” and his party to arrive that evening, paying for several rooms at the local Inn before hitting the bar. I was there, pretending to be engrossed in a rather… basic meal before the “Hero’s” eyes met my own. I could feel the connection in an instant, my heart beating faster as I caught him in my web. His companions rolled their eyes and ignored their friend as he came up and greeted me. In no time at all, he was sitting next to me, telling me stories about exploits I had already witnessed from afar. My appearance was tailor-made to appeal to his baser desires, and it didn’t take long before he and I were walking to his room together.

My plan was still going perfectly, having gotten him alone with me. Before I could speak any incantations or do anything further, he grabbed my breasts through my revealing wizard garb while running his other hand down one of my thighs. I let out a primordial moan as my body reacted to his, filling my mind with… baser desires. I followed his lead, removing his own clothes to reveal his toned physique. My heart skipped a beat as I pulled down his pants, revealing a “mighty sword” he carried around at all times. My heat grew as I took it in my hands, massaging it before ultimately taking it into my mouth. I had given myself over to these lusts, corrupting him the “old-fashioned” way rather than use my magic. After taking his seed into my mouth and swallowing, he pushed me back onto the bed, intent on taking my female virginity without a single hint of reluctance. I allowed him to “have his fun” with me all night long.

The morning after, I was surprised to see the Hero was still at my bedside, looking longingly into my eyes. I felt my heart briefly flutter for a moment, given how he had always left the bedsides of those women he “conquered” in the past. To my shock, he told me that he loved me, and wanted me to join his party on their adventures. I had done it, corrupted him! But… why would I try to force his loyalty to shift more when I could do it naturally, every night, over the course of many years? It was all still going according to plan, of course…