"Fufu, see? With me around, the situation is always under control!" Moloch approached them, his hands resting behind his back, nodding proudly.
Ashtarot raised an eyebrow. "You just talked to them for a bit and now you're leaving them like that," he said, gesturing toward the children who were busy looking around.
"Nah, just let them be. I have more important things to do now." he stood in front of him and bowed slightly—not to Ashtarot, but to Sarissa instead.
"Lady Sarissa, I have something cute for you to wear!" Moloch said, summoning a cute Lolita dress in soft blue, adorned with ribbons.
Sarissa, who had been engrossed in her lollipop, jolted at the sound of Moloch's voice. She hadn't realized her mortal enemy was watching her intently.
"NO!!! Save me, Ashtarot!" She jumped onto Ashtarot's back, her legs twined around his body and her hands around his neck. She hid her face on his shoulder.
Moloch was persistent. He was Sarissa's number one fan, mostly because she was built like a cute girl, giving him the urge to dress her in cute outfits rather than the silver short dress she wore.
Her dress, while beautiful with detailed silver embroidery and metallic color, was more suited for an adult. The high neckline with lace and the abomination of shoulder armor didn't help either!
Because of this, Moloch liked to send Sarissa cute dresses, which she would inevitably shred. He also liked to play around in this division but rarely found her.
Today was special! He knew for sure Sarissa would appear when Ashtarot was there.
"Just try this one on, yes? It matches your eyes perfectly," Moloch said enthusiastically.
But to Sarissa, Moloch looked like a panting, drooling pervert, and the dress seemed childish and ugly.
"NO!" she yelled at him.
Ashtarot sighed. "Just give up, Moloch. She won't wear it."
He looked disappointed. "Why don't you ask her? She'll certainly wear it if you do!"
He pondered for a moment, noticing Sarissa shaking her head vigorously. He smirked. 'This might be a good way to punish her.'
"Why don't you try it on, Lady Sarissa? It will look good on you, no?" he suggested.
Sarissa looked troubled. Her mind absolutely hated the idea, but her heart said otherwise.
'Ashtarot asked me! I must comply. He must think I'm beautiful in it! AKHHH!!! I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU!'
In the end, she agreed and excused herself for a while. When she reappeared in the blue dress, her face was red with embarrassment, and she was shaking.
She bit her lower lip and grabbed the shirt with her hands. She hated it with all her might!
But seeing Ashtarot smirk while looking at her made her fall in love all over again. She ran to him and hugged him tightly.
"Let's get married, Ashtarot! I LOVE YOOUUUU!!!" she exclaimed.
She declared confidently, her irises shaped like hearts. She was utterly smitten by his smile and convinced he was in love with her.
Moloch looked at them, utterly devastated, and fell to his knees. Though he was happy Sarissa finally wore the dress he made, and she did look adorable, he was still heartbroken.
Ashtarot tried to disentangle himself from her embrace. "Lady Sarissa, get a hold of yourself!" he reprimanded, but she clung to him even tighter.
Ashtarot was strong, but Sarissa was stronger than him. It felt as if his body was being gripped by a giant, sticky gum.
He knew better than to take her words seriously; she often said things on a whim, and marrying one of the dragon heads would disrupt the delicate balance he worked so hard to maintain in the dungeon.
In the end, Ashtarot just stood there, waiting for Sarissa to release him.
***
"Hmm... This is hard. In the human world, they use a small dick, right? I wonder why." Sorrush put her hand on her chin. On her right hand was a small dick made out of stone.
She was in the middle of carving a statue. It was Ashtarot's statue, of course. Today, she tried to make one of human style, like one of the popular works of Michaelang*lo, David.
The hard part was choosing the size genital. It was so small on that sculpture. While Ashtarot -from the demon race- was the other way around.
"Demon races are big and tall. Their genitalia must be proportionally large," she reasoned, thinking hard.
"But they can't produce heirs; the penis is purely for pleasure." She drooled slightly, imagining what Ashtarot might do with her in bed.
Sorrush was in her boss's domain, a majestic ice castle, specifically in the throne room. One of them was always present to guard against challengers, though such events were rare.
The three-headed dragon shared a single body in their dragon form but had distinct personalities and independent humanoid forms. This allowed them to function separately when needed.
"Hmmm... That's it. I'll just make it bigger!" she exclaimed, her decision made.
She picked up her chisel and hammer and began sculpting the rock to a more fitting size.
The rhythmic sound of the hammer on chisel echoed throughout the domain. Nearly an hour passed, and she was almost done.
Sorrush didn't realize that Ashtarot and his group were in the middle of approaching her when she was done and lifted her masterpiece -a dick that hasn't stick to the sculpture yet- in front of them.
The children were screaming in horror looking at the genitalia, closing their eyes in shock.
"AAAA---"
"PERVERT!"
"What is that?! An elephant trunk? Why is it so big?"
The one who didn't understand was being covered with Lambard so their innocence would stay intact.
"Huh? Who are they?" Sorrush asked, still clutching it, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity.
She couldn't fathom why everyone was screaming. It's just a penis... It wasn't a big deal.
"LADY SORRUSH!!! DESTROY THAT ABOMINATION!" Ashtarot's voice boomed in panic.
"ASHTAROT, MY LOVE!!! LOOK, I MADE THIS FOR YOU!" Sorrush exclaimed, showing the sculpture to him—a naked ivory rendition of Ashtarot.
"AND THIS TOO! IT'S YOUR DICK!" and also push the genital to his face.