Asmodeus sat silently on his bedroom throne with his legs apart, letting Sariel perch on his right thigh and Erika on the left while resting against his chest.
Serena and the women insisted upon having this black throne overlooking the bed.
'These perverted women...'
He didn't understand why at first, until seeing them in the middle of the act with his wives, those who weren't taking part would spread their legs over each armrest and pleasure themselves in full view.
Ciela and Alice particularly enjoyed sitting there.
The tall back throne overlooked his luxury mana-enriched bed crafted by the dwarves and goblins from the south using the most expensive materials with an ink-black finish with velvet red cushioning to match his throne.
"So, when I stepped through the gate, the air became strange, and everyone suddenly vanished, which left you girls trapped in that place. Is that what you're saying, Velvet?"
